Beautiful Torment (13 page)

“Oh hell,” he closes his eyes. I plant a second kiss on the tip. His eyes open again almost immediately, and I giggle, because I know there’s no way he’s going to miss watching this.

“At least get off the floor,” he pants. “Let me sit on the counter so you can stand.”

“Just… shut… up,” I whisper against him, giving his mushroom head another kiss, this time letting my tongue swirl around it.

“Uhhhh,” he exhales an unintelligible sound, pulsing in the air, begging for more. One more kiss from me, a groan from him, and wetness begins to leak out of the hole.

“Lick it up,” he orders.

I smile as I do, savoring the salty taste, before shamelessly inhaling deeply. He smells so amazing down here, and I twirl my tongue around him as I make my way lower, all the way to his tight balls.

“Yes,” he growls.

I inhale him again, his aroma completely mouthwatering.

I make my way back up, focusing on the tip again for a second before wrapping my hand around the entire length and leading it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispers as I take him in, deeper and deeper, sucking as I go down until I feel him in the very back of my throat. My eyes tear a little from the strain of my wide-open mouth, but it’s amazing and perfect. I have no restraint, weariness or worry, even though I’ve never done this before. It comes naturally, just like everything with him seems to do. He rewards me with the most wonderful sounds as I bob my head up and down.

“Oh, Luci! You suck me so good!” His grunts make me move faster and his hands ball in my hair, not pushing, but just feeling, following me as I go back and forth on him.

He moans my name, and starts thrusting his hips, using my mouth wildly as he chases his orgasm.

“I’m gonna come!” He shouts, pulling back, but I suck down on him harder, not letting him out of my mouth. Our eyes meet and I let him know it’s okay.

“Oh my God!” He touches my cheek and I feel the first bit of warmth hit the roof of my mouth. His other hand shoves my head against him as he continues to pump, blast after blast pouring down my throat. I can’t swallow it all fast enough, and some leaks onto my chin, but it -
he
- tastes so damn good.

“Luci,” he chants my name between each wavering breath as I devour his come.

He pulses a few more times before stilling, and I suck on him gently while backing away, causing his still hard length to slightly bounce in the air.

He brushes his thumb against my cheek before moving to my lips, staring at them in awe, like he can’t believe they were just wrapped around him.

“You always make me come so much,” he pulls me up off the floor, wiping the excess come off my chin. He doesn’t give me any time to respond. In one swift motion he’s out of the chair and backing me against the wall, his tongue consuming my mouth in the best way as his knee pushes its way between my legs.

“Spread for me,” he mutters, swaying his knee back and forth, widening my stance. He places one hand on my hip while the other unbuttons my jeans, slowly pressing into me as he glides his hand down with the zipper.

I thrust towards him, so damn wet, as both of his hands move to my lower back before dipping into my jeans, under the fabric of my underwear and squeezing my bare ass.

He lowers my jeans slightly, his hands still moving against my skin, now grazing my stomach. I shiver as his hardness pulses against my right thigh, letting out a small laugh as I grab him, because I can’t believe he’s hard again already.

“I’m an animal with you,” he whispers, his hands finding my ass again. A loud moan escapes me as he dips his hands lower, deeper down into my underwear.

“Oh god!” I whimper, feeling his arm between my ass cheeks as he pushes his finger into my vagina.

“You’re so wet,” he pants as he begins to wiggle his finger slowly. He places a soft kiss on my lips as he changes his stance, moving slightly to the side. He removes his other hand from where it was holding onto my ass and slides it around to the front.

I involuntarily start moving my hips as his thumb grazes my clit. With both his hands on me, the one in the front circling all over, and the one in the back, rubbing the inside of me lightly, I feel so
full
.

“Oh god!” I cry out again.

“Oh,” he moans out a small laugh, his finger hitting me
perfectly
. “This is the spot,” he confirms. “Right here.”

“It’s so good!”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he mutters against me. “I know. Just to the left like this. It’s what you like yeah?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “It’s going to make you come.”

Sweetheart.

The word is echoing in my mind, and his term of endearment my undoing. I’m shaking and convulsing against his hand, crying out as the familiar tingling feeling washes over me.

“Shhh,” he laughs. “You have to be quiet.”

I bite my lip to keep from screaming as he increases his motions.

“That’s it,” he prods, moaning against me from his own rubbing on my leg. “Let me feel you keep coming around my fingers. Come on, don’t stop!”

When he finally slows, I’m panting heavily against him. He’s all but holding me up as he presses his soft lips against mine with such tender care.

“You’re so sexy,” his whispers before removing his hands. “I want to eat you up.” I watch as he licks each finger, savoring my flavor, just like I did with him. “You taste so good,” he hisses, his length uncontrollably now thudding against me. “Let me have more.”

The need in his face is more than I could have ever hoped for and I nod. He pulls my jeans down all the way, and my shoes accidentally come off with them. The cool air hits me and I’m suddenly so thankful I actually shaved my legs this morning.

He sinks to his knees, pushing my underwear down with his thumbs, and once again, I’m naked from the waist down in front of him.

“I tell myself one kiss. One this, one that, but everything with you never seems to be enough,” he shakes his head, his hand landing on my right thigh as he wraps my leg around his neck, holding it there, the other grabbing my ass as his finger slowly plays with my wetness. He kisses me softly, directly in my center, his plump lips on my sensitive skin. I close my eyes because it’s
just so wonderful
.

He moves his mouth to my inner thigh before nibbling on each little bit of skin as he makes his way back to my aching core. I let out a soft moan as his tongue hits my clit again, caressing it softly, sucking with just the slightest pressure in the spot he knows I love. I open my eyes to watch, because I’ve never seen anything so amazing.

“God I could eat you up all day,” he mumbles against me.

“Yes,” I hiss as I rock myself into his mouth, building again quickly, not quite even fully over the last high.

My hand skims his forehead as I grab on to his dark strands.

“You love to grab onto my hair,” he smiles, placing another kiss on my clit before licking. His licks pick up speed as he presses his tongue into me with even more pressure. I moan, spreading my legs even wider.

“Oh God!” I shout. “Josh!”

He abruptly stops all movement the moment his name escapes my lips.

Shit.

Maybe that was too much.

The heat in his eyes burns into me as he drops my leg off his shoulder. He stands, swiftly picking me up and moving across the room.

“I’ve dreamt of hearing you say that,” he pants, setting me on top of the island.

“I know,” I admit, closing my eyes, embarrassed as I remember watching him jerk off, his own eyes closed as he begged me to say his name.

“You were so
bad
,” he laughs. “Watching me.”

I nod, reaching out to him, but he stops me.

“Lay down,” he orders, already spreading my legs.

“Okay,
Josh
,” I smile.

He groans as he places either hand on my thighs, stroking them softly, as his tongue meets my ache again. I squirm, feeling him smile against me as he picks up the pace, right back to where he was before.

He doesn’t stop as he moves his thumbs to the lips, rubbing and caressing them, his tongue lapping my center rapidly.

I cry out as my orgasm hits hard, moaning his name, my hips bucking as I come against his mouth.

When he finishes licking my juices, his mouth finds mine. I can taste my tanginess, and we both jump back as the bell rings.

“Shit,” he mumbles. I sit up and slide off the island, reaching down and picking up my pants, scouring the floor for my underwear.

He hands them to me and I get dressed.

“What are you doing?” I ask tensely, for when I turn around he’s sitting with his head in his hands.

“I can’t go out there like this,” he waves to his lap, an unmistakably large lump in his pants. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you should go. You’re bad for the… ugh…
situation
.” 

“Right,” I relax, giving him a small wave before unlocking the door and falling into the crowd of people.

The end of January brings snow days, and I think I may be the only high school student on earth who prays for good weather.

Our lunches are no longer limited to the days I have lab. They’re an every day thing now, and lately, we’ve been eating in his office rather than his classroom, because it’s more private. It’s easier for us to touch and not worry about the consequences.

We had a snow day yesterday, and I told Gracie I’m in a crunch to finish a paper, needing something from the library. Mom offers to take her to school on her way to the store, and I’m unbelievably giddy and thankful.

I’m thrashing the snow off my car so quickly that it gets into my hair, and a big pile plops down on to my boots as I open the door. Still, I clean it off in no time and arrive at school so early that there are no other cars in the parking lot, except for his. A plow is going in the corner, the loud beeping destroying the otherwise alluring silence as I make my way inside.

There’s a crackling sound from the other side of his office door, it’s slightly ajar; he’s waiting for me.

I push it open, the door slamming into an empty box as I walk in. It’s a disaster in here!

“You’re here early,” he’s smiling up at me, sitting on the floor, full of surprise, surrounded by boxes, thick brown paper and bubble wrap, going through and unboxing things I don’t recognize.

He’s dressed casually today, in jeans and a zip up sweater, but I can see a graphic t-shirt peeking out from underneath. His hair is gelled, causing it to look darker than normal, and he didn’t shave, so a small amount of stubble grows around his lower cheeks and chin. “You know there’s a two hour delay, right?”

I shake my head, crap, I didn’t know. Maybe Gracie found out by now, but I can’t remember the last time I hung out with any of my friends to warrant a call.

“You should probably call your house. Let them know you’re okay,” he laughs. “Or just let your sister know about the delay.”

I slide out of my boots, avoiding the puddle they’ve made on the floor, as I step over his mess, and him, making my way to the phone on his desk.

“Dial 9 first,” he slides over so I can get past, his hand suddenly making its way up and under the bottom of my pants, wrapping around my ankle. I pick up the phone as his fingers start rubbing my bare skin, a steady stream of energy shooting to my center. I watch him as I talk, his wicked smile making me grin.

We have all this extra time together now.

Mom was worried. I guess I was already gone by the time Gracie squealed in delight over the delay. She grills me if the school is empty, if it’s safe, but I assure her I’m fine, that some teacher’s are already here, and she relaxes.

I hang up, noticing yet another box on his desk. Geez is it messy in here!

“You brought in Scrabble?” I laugh, turning back, looking down at him still on the floor.

“No, that’s the trash,” he moves a bunch of wrapping over, making room for me to sit on the floor with him. “I found it while going through the cabinets.”

“Oh, don’t throw it out!” I grab it out of the box and study it. It looks barely used.

“You want to play board games?” He chuckles, and I throw the game onto the island. It lands with a bang and I turn back to him.

“Why, scared you’ll loose?” I tease.

He pulls me down and I fall onto his lap, giggling.

“That sound does crazy things to me,” he admits. I turn my face to his, biting my lip. He watches intently as his thumb lightly tugs on my lower lip, moving it away from my upper teeth. He leaves it there as he kisses me, gently and leisurely.

I undo his sweater, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and down his bare arms, feeling his hard muscles. His white Led Zeppelin t-shirt makes me giggle again, because I have the same one.

He sighs heavily and turns me around, resting his head on my shoulder as he drags me towards him, closer to his chest, his bulge pressing against my lower back.