Lydia’s POV
I jumped on him, my straight long legs wrapped around his waist while my full soft breasts rested on his rock hard chest.
“Oh! Mr. Derek was good with his tongue. His soothing touch managed to erase my anxiety in the twinkling of an eye. I was still wrapped around his waist when he pinned me to the wall. His hands moved up and down my neck. It was barely two minutes but I could already feel myself getting wet. We moved away from the wall to his desk.
Mr. Derek had barely dropped me when I kissed him again. His soft lips were my favorite part of his body. I tightened my grip around his waist, making sure there was no escape. I began to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.
His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breasts which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully.
When I had finished undressing him, he raised me up again and carried me to the couch inhis office. He placed me on the couch and lifted her skirt up to my abdomen. My red lace panties were right in front of him, already soaked from my vagina juice.
My smoothly shaved and wet coochie was right In front of him. He aggressively pulled the panties down to my knee. I made it easier for him by lifting herself up so he could have easy access. The satisfying smile on his face when he saw how wet I had become made my heart beat fast.
Mr. Derek rolled his fingers skillfully up and down my abdomen. My legs curled up as his thumb brushed against my clitoris.
“Touch me.“ I said to him with a heavy sigh. Mr. Derek took his hands off my body and began to place his lips prints all over me.
My neck, my stomach, my wrist, my lips. His lips were still on mine when he unhooked my bra allowing my breasts to bounce out. My nipples were erect and hard from how aroused I was. I pulled myself up, spread my legs widely apart, and started to play with my nipples.
I bit down my lips in anticipation of whatever Mr. Derek had installed for me. While I was pleasing myself, Mr. Derek took off his trousers. He was left only with his boxer shorts.
His manhood was so hard and erect. It shot out of his boxer. The sight of me on his couch made it even harder.
Oh! The things I wanted him to do to me. My soft moan and cry for pleasure were like music to his ears. My lips were calling him. My vagina craved his hard inches inside. My nipples craved his tongue and saliva on them.
"'I want you. Don't make me wait any longer.” I kept begging and asking him to do something to me.
The wait was making me anxious. I wanted him and I wanted him now.
Mr. Derek knelt in between my legs and started to caress my neck. He showered me with kisses. My neck, my cheeks, my earlobes, and my cleavage. A kiss so tenderly and intimate at the same time.
He then proceeded to my nipples. He curled one of my nipples in his palm, tenderly brushing his finger against the nipple while he sucked on the other. Groaning and licking with every touch I laid on him.
My hands were roughing and smoothening his hair. I kept moaning and screaming with pleasure.
"Ah, arg.” My voice was a major motivation to do more. He distributed equal amounts of kisses and saliva to my breast.
"My lips. I want your lips." I craved for his lips to meet with mine but it didn't. Oh, how Mr. Derek enjoyed making me starve down there and on my lips. He loved the pleasure that came with my starve for him.
"Why are you making me starve? Please, fuck me please." I kept begging. He moved down away from my breast and started to kiss my stomach. He played with his tongue on my abdomen and my belly button.
Finally, he spread my legs. My vagina was more wet than it was before he started his magic trick. He kissed my inner thigh and kissed my abdomen again.
Yes! I screamed when Mr. Derek finally kissed my wet juicy vagina. He dived his tongue into it and cleaned out the juice.
Oh! His tongue was good. He was the best. How skilfully he moved his tongue inside of me.
My toes curled up again. I grabbed the pillow and started to moan out his name in pleasure. The things he did to me were unexplainable. He took out his tongue and carefully found his way into my pussy again with his clean neatly cut fingers. My pussy had already produced enough juice. It was so wet that Mr. Derek didn't need any lubricant for an easy dive-in.
He kept thrusting in and out skillfully and sensationally. He moved up and gave me what I had been begging for. A KISS. His hands were still inside me. I struggled to kiss him back. With every thrust came a different struggle.
My legs started to shudder. He pulled out his fingers with a smile on his face. I felt a warm liquid coming out of me. It was my first time having sex but it didn’t feel like it. The ease and pleasure was second to none.
He stood up and watched me struggle to remain stable.
After a few seconds, I released a hot liquid all over the couch and on Mr. Derek’s chest. He looked at me with a dangerous smirk. He then sood upright and took off his boxers. His long erect manhood sprung out in front of my eyes.
It was ready. The sight of this made me moan out again. I was getting him tonight. I was getting his six inch manhood inside me.
I had nothing else on my mind. I was going to be deflowered that evening but I didn't care. All I cared about was having the best time of my life and with a man as charming and skilfully as Mr. Derek
I immediately pulled herself up, closer to him. I looked up at him with seductive eyes. We were both naked and aroused. There was nothing to hide.
I slowly grabbed his manhood. It was so hard and veiny. I brushed my hands against the cap leaving Mr. Derek to let out a low-tone groan. I spat on it and carefully evened out the saliva all around. I then proceeded to thrust it in and out of my mouth. Like in the romance novels I read
I thrusted it deep into my throat with the help of Mr. Derek who kept pushing my head forward and backwards continuously. I kept thrusting till we both had enough and were sure of the next step.
He carried me up aggressively, tossed me on the couch again, spread my legs, and placed them on his shoulders. Mr. Derek was aggressively in the mood and in charge and just like me, he couldn't wait. He slipped his six inches hard manhood into my vagina at once.
The pain and pleasure had me screaming for help but not from anyone except Mr. Derek. He thrust in and out while completely ignoring my cry for help. He was so aggressive and tender at the same time. I loved all the pleasure I was getting. Mr. Derek wasn't just a physically built man, he knew how to use it well.
In charge and obeying at the same time. After a long sensational thrust, he pulled out and sprung a creamy hot liquid on my stomach. My legs were shuddering, my hands were over my mouth trying to stop my loud cry of pleasure forgetting we were all alone.
He fell to his side panting while I was still trying to gain control of myself. Mr. Derek turned to me with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Lydia’s POVAfter we were done, Mr. Derek reached for the handkerchief on his desk. The same one that had been there the whole time. Taking it, he used it wiped the creamy liquid on my stomach then proceed to wipe in between my thighs where I was still soaked from our previous session. His touch was gentle as he wiped it carefully and cleaned me up. As he brushed the soft fabric against my folds moving it gently, his fingers moved along with the handkerchief, teasing me while tracing over my swollen clit. Without thinking, I spread open my thighs giving him full access. Breathless moans escaped my lips as he kept torturing me with his fingers. I want more.Mr. Derek chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice making the hair on my skin stand on edge. "You are still so wet, Lydia."Gradually, his fingers replaced the cloth and I felt the slow movement of his fingertips through my wetness. He spread my folds open, then he start moving his fingers up and down my clit, making sure I felt e
Lydia's POVI came home a stranger in my own skin. The house was dark as I sneaked in through the backdoor. Thankfully, Mom was already in bed and I don't have to explain anything. Carefully, I tiptoed to my bedroom determined not to wake her, my legs trembling with every step, as I felt a sharp pain between my legs where Mr. Derek had been touched me. My skirt rubbed against my hips, and I could still feel where he had held me tightly. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the stairs and smelled his sweat and cologne on my sweatshirt. My heart jumped. I crossed it. I have crossed that line, and there was no going back.I collapsed on the edge of the bed in my room, too stressed out to shift. The cool, crisp sheets against my overheated skin felt strange after being close to his warm body. Memories came flooding back, and I felt overwhelmed.The way his tongue had played with me down there, the way I was writhing under him as I begged him to fuck me, how he growled as he forced into
Derek's POVSex with Lydia was so fucking good.I slumped in my office chair, the air still thick with her scent, her warmth, the sound of her moans hanging in the air. My shirt was still undone, draped open, and my heart kept pounding very hard in my chest.She left half an hour ago, looking nervously over her shoulder before disappearing down the corridor. And yet, I could still feel her, sticking to my skin like a stain.The sofa was messy, with cushions out of place and a small damp spot where we had done the deal. My hands curled into fists on my thigh. The memory of her sprawled under me, legs apart, mouth open, her voice husky when she called my name made me feel a surge of heat in my lower abdomen. I should have been horrified. I should have been disgusted with myself for taking my student like that, for fucking her so hard that she whimpered into my neck, for leaving her sore and trembling.But I wasn't.I leaned back in my chair, raking a slow hand through my hair. If anythi
Lydia's POVI struggled to make it to English class, I was tired and my body was heavy with all those twisted emotions. The hallway was full of voices of people talking, laughter, and the closing of their lockers but it turned into noise as I made my way to Room 204.My hands tightened around the strap of my bag, knuckles aching. My skirt rubbed against the sore spots on my hips, reminding me of how his hands pinned me down and the marks he had left on me. Under my sweatshirt, my skin felt too warm, like my body still remembered the shape of him, the way he pushed me back into that couch and took me slowly, piece by piece.I didn't sleep.I rolled and turned till dawn, sheets tangled around my ankles, the scent of him still held tightly in the handkerchief that I stole like some lovesick fool. I dreamt of how he groaned against me, how he said my name in that guttural tone, how he kissed me like he can't get enough.Now I had to sit across from him for fifty minutes and act. Act like
Lydia's POVI got to Mr. Hales office at around 6:05 p.m, my heart pounding like a crazed, wild drum against my ribcage. The school was empty and quiet except for the distant sound of a vending machine down the corridor. I slid the door shut behind me, heart thudding when the lock clicked into place.He was already waiting leaning against his desk, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up high on his forearms, every inch of him screaming sin and when his eyes met mine, my knees almost gave out."Lock it." His voice was low and firm.I obeyed without thinking, clicking the deadbolt into place. Night two of our deal. My thighs clenched as I recalled all that happened last night. The marks he left on my skin and the ache I still felt between my legs.I took time dressing up for him tonight and I ended up choosing a tight black skirt, slutty short, barely covering the marks on my body, along with a thin sweater that clung tightly to my body. My lips shone cherry red, looking sweet and inviting.H
Lydia's POVI ran out through the side door of the school, cool night air hitting my hot face. My legs were not stable and they were shaky like I had just run a marathon or been fucked into next week. I was sensitive to everything. Sensitive to the sensation of my skirt clinging to my thighs, sticky with him. His cum and my sweat. My aching wrists where his tie had bound them together.I put a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. It wouldn’t stop racing at the thought that someone could have heard us, heard what I have become in the span of a few nights. The memory of his growl echoed in my head. “My good little slut.”I shivered and closed my eyes, wishing that ignoring it would take it off my mind. But I was wrong. Night two, and already I was in ruins for him. The mere thought of it disgusted me and I wanted it again, the way I hadn't the first time.I reached my car, and my phone was vibrating in my pocket. I felt around for it, my fingers numb, my breathing still harsh. His n
Emily's POVI strode into school on Tuesday morning, Chloe and Alexa trailing behind me like the good little lapdogs they were. As always, everyone parted as I approached the hallway. There was nervous glances from some of the students, whispers, the usual adoration. I'm used to all of it but today was different.The halls didn't feel right.I chewed my gum slowly, scanning the crowd for a particular figure. But again, No Lydia Martins. Her nerdy little figure was missing from the crowd again. No target to push or tease as usual.Huh. I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder, my smile growing. Maybe she has finally lost it. She is probably too humiliated to show herself after that video of her went virall.But I knew better.Lydia was up to something these days.By third period, the thought was eating away at me. I leaned against my locker, tapping my boots on the floor, replaying yesterday over and over. She came late to biology class with bags under her eyes and not her usual perfe
Derek's POVI leaned against my desk. The school was quiet as it was past closing hours and I sigh as I glanced at the wall clock for the umpteenth time. She should be here by now.Night three of this twisted little game, and I was already in too deep. I just can't seem to get enough of her body no matter how hard I tried. The day had dragged, each second stretching, my patience declining by the minute and I knew I won't be okay until she's here. I was excitedly waiting for her already, as I know she's going to be here very soon. Lo, there was a creak at the door.My head jerked up almost instantly, and when I looked up, I saw her standing there, looking even more gorgeous than ever. Her cute red lips were parted and glossed, her green eyes illuminating, behind her glasses, and her short black skirt, perfectly sized, barely touching her thighs. She doesn't even hide that she had come dressed to seduce me. But this time, I noticed something else besides lust."You are late" I informed
Derek's POVI sat alone on my couch, holding my phone like it was something dangerous. Something that would erupt in my face if I made the wrong move. The television was on, but I had no idea what it was playing. I wasn't listening to it. I wasn't thinking about anything but her.Lydia. Her name on my phone made my chest tighten.She said that she loved me. Not softly. Not in a voice I can pretend not to hear. No. She said with a tone of certainty. Like she meant it. And I believed her, but that's what scared me the most.I let my head fall back on the couch and I looked up at the ceiling. I tried to breathe slowly, but it felt like something was pressing on my chest.She is eighteen. I'm twenty nine. She's my student.I should have left the moment I saw her blush when I invaded her space. The moment she looked at me like I was something other than her teacher. The moment I longed to touch her and couldn't resist. But I didn't. Instead, I let it happen and kissed her. And now she thin
Lydia's POVI sat on my bed, cupping my phone in my palms. Other than the soft whir of my ceiling fan and the soft tick of my little clock on the desk, my room was silent. I stared at the screen again reading Derek's text over and over again."Tomorrow."Just that one word.No emoji. No explanation. Only that short reply he had sent last night after he dropped me home. And now, the more I read it, the more I felt hurt. What did he mean? What was happening tomorrow and why didn't he say anything else?I exhaled deeply and threw the phone across the bed like it offended me. Slowly, I grabbed the book next to my bed. Make Me Yours Tonight. I used to love it and I have already read it three times. But when I opened the book and tried to read the first page, the words just hung there blank. They did not engage me as they usually did.I closed the book.My phone rang again. I grabbed it quickly, my heart skipping a beat and for a while, I hoped that it was him.It wasn't. It was Jess.Jess:
Lydia's POVThe vehicle reeked of steamy, filthy sex. The smell of sweat and sin hung heavily in the air, on me. My hoodie still clung to my sweating skin and my skirt hiked up over my hips.My breathing came in trembling gasps and my body shuddered at the manner in which his tongue had destroyed me.But I wasn't satisfied.Not even close.I wanted more. I needed more.Derek's eyes burned as he stared down at me, his jaw tense, his chest expanding and falling with restraint he was barely managing to keep. His fingers traced along the inside of my thigh, leaving his knuckles just inches above my wet pussy, tormenting me but never giving me what I needed."Still dripping all over my seat" he muttered, his voice thick with lust "You really are a horny little thing, aren’t you?"I whimpered, my hips rolling up, trying to chasing his touch. "Please""Please, what?" He smirked, dragging his fingers through my slick folds, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles over my swollen clit before pulli
Derek's POVThe office was relatively quiet and the air conditioner blew overhead. My fingers tapped out a rhythm on the desk, but my mind was elsewhere. Elsewhere with her.Three days. Three endless difficult days since the motel. Since my fingers were caressing her skin, since she was beneath me, calling out my name in the darkness. I had asked to see her on Friday but I needed more. Something tangible. Somewhere I didn't have to fake that I wasn't going crazy about her.I grabbed my phone and composed a message quickly."Come to my house after school. I'll pick you up." I added, not willing to leave room for interpretation.My stomach twisted as I hit send. It was a dumb and crazy thing to do. But as I imagine her looking down at her phone, then up at me, nodding almost immediately, the doubt vanished.The bell rang and the kids rushed towards the door. She was unhurried and she reached slowly for her bag, speaking softly with Jess, and then ducking out. I saw her walk away, feelin
Lydia's POVThe room was hot as the sunlight penetrate through the windows. Mr. Tate stood in the front of the room writing numbers and equations on the board. My pencil traveled across my notebook, my hand moving on its own, but my mind wasn't even in math.It was with him.Derek.The squeak of the motel bed and my name on his lips as he fucked me senseless last night still sounded in my head.My legs clenched as my body react at the memory. I pressed my lip tightly down with my teeth. Seven nights. That was the deal and It's all over now. I was supposed to be good again, nerdy and safe.So why did I still feel him?The bell sounded down the hall and gradually, chairs scraped out from their usual spot, kids left the class one by one and laughter rang out here and there. I struggled to breathe as I began stuffing my books into my bag with shaky fingers.Jess leapt up beside me. Her black hair was in a messy tangle and she kept grinning like a cheshire cat. "God, that was one boring cl
Lydia's POVMy alarm sounded loudly. 7:30.pm, time for dinner. The rain outside pounded on my windows. Closing it slowly, I made my way to the kitchen. The environment was colder than usual, but maybe that was me. I sat opposite my mum and my fork stabbed the peas on my plate, pushing them around instead of eating. My mom ate her chicken slowly, looking at me through eyes that cut like knives. I knew she was watching me, piercing, like she could see inside my head.You're somehow weird tonight" she said to me, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's the matter?"I swallowed as I rubbed the back of my neck. I sat frozen, hands clasping the fork too tightly."Nothing actually" I muttered, pushing the plate aside. Palms slick against my legs.Nothing. But my body knew the truth. My skin tingled from yesterday memory, my lips still numb from kissing him. And my phone? It had already beeped earlier in the day with a text that made my stomach tighten.The Motel on Route 5. Room 12. 8 p.m
Derek's POVI walked into the classroom and every head in the class turned, following me till I get to the pulpit. I didn't even glance up from the stack of papers on my desk, already annoyed. The afternoon sun found its way through the window, mild, and illuminating the room just enough.A girl came in. Black hair, piercing eyes, and smirk plastered wide across her mouth.“Mr. Hales?” she said, her voice confident, almost cocky. “I’m Jess. Transfer kid. The rincipal said to sit in today.”Her bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, and she walked slowly towards me and leaned onto my pulpit, a very nice scent of vanilla perfume clinging to her. She didn’t look like she's up to anything, just grinned, eyes flicking over me like she was sizing me up.“Heard you’re kinda tough” she added, tilting her head slightly. “Hope that’s gonna be true.”A few students snickered. My jaw tightened, heat traveling up my chest. I hated disruptions."Sit" I commanded, my voice low, already done with her a
Lydia's POVI stretched out on my bed, arms and legs spread wide and my skin still slick with sweat. Although, the fan hummed overhead, blowing hot air, but it couldn't put off the fire burning inside me. My body still remembered his ruler cracking against my ass, his cock driving into me and the rough whisper of his mouth against my ear.I squeezed my thighs shut, groaning into my pillow. Five nights passed. Two more to go.I should feel relieved. I should be strong and on top of things, this was my game, my bargain. Seven nights. That's it. But staring at my phone on the floor, the screen black and empty, a sick knot formed in my stomach.No message from him.My chest tightened. This wasn't fucking anymore.I stood up, breathing hard as I pulled my hair in knots at the roots. "No" I breathed, my tone rough. "Not this."Not him. Not the sick flip in my stomach when I pictured his smirk. Not the way I had wanted to hear him say my name and to feel his rough hands not taking, but holdi
Lydia's POVI hung out on the bleachers in school the following day and had barely sat down when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out hurriedly and checked the screen.Mr. Hales: My office. Night five. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I pushed my lips in between my teeth, clamping it tight. Last night memories came flooding in again. How he bllindfold me and the way his hands roamed all over me. My body still pounded from how rough he had been, and I couldn't contain myself. I stuffed the phone into my pocket, jumped down from the bleachers, and ran inside. My skirt was short and tighter than usual. Just the way I knew he preferred it.The hallway was empty and the only sound in the background is a janitor sweeping in the distance. My chest was on fire as every nerve in my body screamed to get there faster.I got to his office, flung the door and stepped inside.His scent hit me right away. He smelled like fresh roses and I gulped hard as I shut the door behind