14
Aiden
She was waiting for me when I arrived in the back stairwell. I jogged down the steps to the pit where she stood, leaning on the railing looking like a wet dream.
“You were struggling to sit still in class, Miss Tyler,” I observed. “What should we do about that?”
Her gold and navy striped v-neck top allowed me a peek of her heaving cleavage as she inhaled. “I don’t know, Mr. Singleton. I’m having trouble staying focused.”
It was a dirty, dangerous game we were playing, but we were technically both consenting adults now.
No risk, no reward.
“Maybe we can take care of whatever is distracting you,” I offered, taking another step in her direction. Her cutoff blue jean skirt provided easy access to exactly what we both needed. “I went home hungry last night,” I told her, moving close enough to touch.
Confusion pulled at her features for a brief second. When I dropped to my knees, she smiled.
“I got distracted and forgot to eat my sweet girl before putting her to bed.”
Reaching between her bare legs, I tugged the cotton center of her panties aside.
She lifted her skirt, bunching it nearly to her waist, gifting me with a view I knew at least half the male population at school fantasized about getting to see.
The intoxicating scent of her arousal called to me, urging me forward as I dipped my tongue between her folds.
She tasted like rain and honeysuckle. Like the first night we were together. Like wild, reckless need and freedom.
Spreading her thighs with both hands, I savored the flavor of her sweet juices as my tongue lapped them up. Her clit was swollen and sensitive. She whimpered when I circled my tongue around it and sucked it into my mouth.
My cock swelled to full mast in my pants. I reached down with one hand, freeing it so I could stroke myself as images of her under my desk and riding me in my Jeep assaulted my mind until I was gone. Lost and drowning, my senses overwhelmed in a sea of Emersyn’s scents and flavors.
When I plunged a finger into her tight slit and she came on my face, another man, one I’d never shown her, took over.
I licked her roughly through her orgasm then stood, gripping her hips and turning her so her back was to me.
Pressing her forward, I bent her pliable body until her hands gripped the lower stair rail. Her skirt still bunched up, her ass was bared to me.
My hands stretched her panties more than the fabric should have allowed as I drove my dick into her from behind.
I pounded her tight, teen pussy, breaking into a sweat as she let out small seductive cries, noises my cock shoved from deep inside her. The slapping sound her ass made against me urged me to fuck her faster, harder.
I would feel bad later. It felt too good to stop.
I fisted her hair in my hand and she jerked backward. Unwilling to cause her actual pain, even for my own enjoyment, I let her hair fall free. Leaning forward, I reached around and squeezed her tits with both hands. Perfect handfuls. Perfect for my hands only. She gripped my right one, shoving it down to her clit and pressing my palm firmly against her slick flesh.
Knowing she was enjoying this, taking the worst of me and wanting more, sent me over the edge.
I came in bursts, one long one and two shorter ones, digging my fingers into her flesh so hard I feared I’d bruise my precious girl.
Once I’d emptied myself into her, I pulled us both upright and held her to me. “I’m sorry, Emersyn. God, I’m so sorry.”
I had come here to please her, to take the edge of her need so she could get through her day. And I’d end up bending her over in a filthy, dusty smoke pit beneath the stairs.
She deserved better than this.
Her eyes met mine and what I saw in them surprised me.
“I loved it,” she admitted. “I needed it. Please don’t apologize.”
