After School, PT. 4

“Oh my God, please stop,” she begged.

He had no intention of stopping, not when he was finally between her thighs, drinking nectar straight from her, as God had intended. He watched her fight her orgasm and him, but in the end, had no choice but to surrender. The flush of her skin, the jerking movements of her body, and the helpless sounds she made as her body overtook her mind stole the last of his control.

Even as she shuddered from her orgasm, he slid inside her and kissed her. Her eyes flashed open as he forced her to taste herself. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her.

“You’re perfect,” he panted.

She bared her teeth as he planted himself as deep as possible.

“How does it feel to have me inside you?”

“Incredible,” she breathed and slid her hands beneath his shirt to stroke his sides.

He jerked as if she’d put her mouth on his cock. “Vi, don’t...”

“So you can touch me, but I can’t touch you?” she challenged.

“I’m going to come.”

She lifted her head to lick his lip. “So, come.”

That’s all it took. He spilled at her command, just from the wonder of being inside her. He slumped on top of her and buried his face in his sheets, groaning in disappointment that he hadn’t lasted, but was distracted when Violet started running her fingers through his hair.

“How did you know I would like your mouth down there?” she whispered.

“Movies, internet,” he said drowsily, “but also, if we can get off with our fingers, how much better would it feel with a mouth that can lick and suck?”

Her inner muscles fluttered around his dick. He raised his head to look down at her. Her eyes were glassy from her orgasm. The way she was looking at his mouth made his dick twitch with renewed life.

“Violet.”

Her eyes flicked up to his.

“Want me to do it again?”

She blushed and looked away. “You don’t have to.”

If she only knew how long he’d been stealing her underwear and what he’d been doing with them. He couldn’t go back to that. Not after being between her soft thighs and getting her so wet for him. He would gladly do it every day. “And if I want to?”

She looked back at him and bit her lip. “I’m not sure I’ll survive.”

“You will. I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed her soft and slow and groaned when her tongue darted into his mouth. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

She was tentative and unsure, but at his gruff encouragement, she grew bolder and more confident. He hardened inside of her and soon, he was rocking against her. She quickly picked up his rhythm. He raised his head to look down at her. Her hair was spread over his sheets, she was clutching at him with both hands, and her breasts were bouncing with each thrust. Her eyes were bleeding back to hazel. She was flushed with passion. She held on to him as if she were afraid of being tossed into the abyss. She stared at him with a mixture of fear, wonder, and hunger. He got off on all of it.

This time, she was with him every step of the way. The air was permeated with the smell of sweat, sex, violets, and vanilla. When he felt himself getting close, he rubbed her clitoris. She clutched at him and shuddered and started pleading. Hearing her beg shoved him dangerously close to climaxing, so he stopped… and quickly discovered she didn’t like being denied.

He laughed when she threatened him and just so happened to glance at the clock on the nightstand. He didn’t have time to demonstrate his nonexistent sexual prowess and if she climaxed too, who cared?

“You’re so…” Her voice died as his thumb came back to her clitoris.

“Tell me how this feels,” he said against her lips.

Her eyes fluttered shut. “It feels…” She flinched and clutched at his biceps as her hips bucked against his hand. “Like I’ll die if I don’t… Oh, God. Jesse.”

The sound of her saying his name in that thready tone went to his head like a shot of whiskey.

“Say my name.”

“Oh my God.”

“My name,” he growled and stopped his ministrations so she would give him what he wanted.

Her eyes opened, stormy green chasing away the hazel. “Jesse.”

“Jesse, what?” They didn’t have too much time, but he couldn’t resist teasing her when he was between her legs and his fingers were slipping through honey that was all for him.

“I want…” Her fingers covered his and took over the motion he’d been doing.

He was stunned for a moment as one of his fantasies materialized right before his eyes. When her head kicked back, he realized he was in danger of becoming a voyeur instead of a participant. He slid inside her and brushed kisses over her face as he encouraged her.

“Good girl. Make yourself come.”

She opened her eyes as he gripped her hips and powered into her.

“Jesse,” she breathed before she convulsed.

He ground against that that bundle of nerves, prolonging her climax as she wrapped her arms around him and shuddered like a survivor being rescued from a shipwreck. He planted himself as deep as possible before he orgasmed.

“Jesse.”

He opened his eyes and saw her face riddled with awe, but also worry.

“How…?” she began, but he covered her mouth before she could voice her fears.

He pressed his forehead to hers as he whispered fiercely, “Do you like what I do to you?”

She blinked uncertainty. “I…”

“Yes or no,” he barked.

She looked away and his heart stopped.

“Violet.” When she looked back at him, he cupped her cheek. “Tell me you like what I do to you.”

“I do, but…”

He gave her another kiss, this one a bit harder since she was still clinging to her reservations. He thought they were of one mind, but she was slipping away while he was still inside her. How could she not realize that what was between them was a gift, not a curse? He’d never been with anyone else and knew, instinctively, it would never be like this with anyone else. She was it for him. Why didn’t she realize that? Terror that he would lose her stoked the ashes of his temper.

“Don’t think about what people will say or what will happen a week from now. We need time to figure out what we have before we share it with anyone.” He searched her eyes. “Have you felt this way with anyone else?”

She shook her head. The relief that passed through him made him drop his forehead on hers. He stroked her hair tenderly, reassured that he wasn’t alone in this. She may not be as deeply entrenched, but she would get there. He would make sure of it. He would reel her in so gently, she wouldn’t realize she’d been caught and that he had no intention of letting her go. She liked what he did to her. That was all that mattered at the moment because there was no way he could go back to being platonic.

“What we have is special, once in a lifetime. It would be a crime to ignore it.”

Her vulnerable expression altered, became impish. “Crime?”

He passed a hand over her breasts, one which was hanging over the cup of her bra. “A serious crime.”

He kissed her breast before he pulled out of her. When she would have pressed her thighs together, he pried them apart.

“Jesse!”

Her mortified tone made him grin. He wasn’t sure why she was so embarrassed after what they’d done. It was adorable to watch her squirm, but he needed to fulfill another fantasy. He spread her legs and watched, mesmerized, as his semen spilled from her. Prompted by some primitive instinct, he pushed it back in and, when it poured out again, spread it over her skin. He wanted her covered in him. Thankfully, she didn’t fight it. She watched him from beneath half lowered lids until he regretfully noticed the time again.

“If we’re lucky, we have about ten minutes before Mom comes home.”

“What?”

He wasn’t surprised when she jackknifed up and ran to the bathroom. He considered joining her in the shower, but had a feeling that wouldn’t end well and they didn’t have time. He lay on his bed, hands behind his back, and drifted with a smile on his face.

**This is a raw draft of the prequel for Corrupt Idol. Please do not share or distribute.

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