Make Me Bad: Private Lessons (7 page)

Becoming annoyed by the musicians awful chord strumming, I
stand up and stretch my stiff legs. I've been sitting longer than I realized. I
make my way back down the steps and wind my way along the steep, cobblestone
streets, enjoying the history. I pass the famous windmill of the Moulin Rouge,
as well as a number of sex shops. There are also plenty of gift shops, filled
with gaudy knick-knacks and bad chocolates.

It’s beginning to get chilly, and I’ve had enough excitement
for one day. I hurry back home, my mind focused on Madison’s visit. I shouldn’t
be as excited as I am, but I keep picturing having her all to myself for hours
at a time, and the thought is intoxicating.

I get home and jump in the shower, and when I get out, I see
that Madison has sent a text.

Can be there a little after six. What is your address?

It’s just after five now, so I text her my address and
straighten up my apartment. I don’t really intend on us spending a lot of time
eating, but I feel better knowing that I have groceries in the house.

Sure enough, there’s a knock at the door just after six. I
take my time answering the door, and when I pull it open, Madison is standing
there breathless, as if she ran all the way up the steps.

“Hi.” I say huskily, holding the door open for her.

“Hi.” she says shyly, tentatively stepping into my
apartment.

“It’s not much.” I find myself saying, unsure as to why I’m
explaining my rented apartment to her. I guess now that I know Madison’s
background, I feel like I’m at a little bit of a disadvantage. She may be
worldlier than I had expected, though I do remember her saying her parents had
raised her to be pretty down-to-Earth.

“No, it’s great.” She steps into my living room, clutching
at her black purse.

“Want to put that down?” I motion to the bag.

“Oh, right. Sure.” She pulls the bag off, and unbuttons her
long black coat. She slides the coat off and drapes it over my couch, resting
her purse on top.

I’m standing a few feet behind her, staring at her. She’s
dressed in dark-wash skinny jeans, with thigh-high riding boots. The boots
would be too much if they were black, but they’re brown, and it’s incredibly
sexy and understated. She’s wearing a loose sheer white top, and I can make out
a lace-trimmed camisole beneath it.

I’m so screwed.

“I’m surprised you came.” I can’t help but say.

“I’m surprised I came too. But I told you last night. I
don’t want to stay away from you.”

Yes, she did tell me that last night.

“Don’t you think that you’re a little young to be speaking
so boldly?” I ask softly, moving carefully towards her.

“I’m not that young at all.”

“You are to me.”

She shrugs. “Not my problem.”

Oh, she’s toying with me now.

“I think you’re messing with me.”

She raises her eyebrows. “And what if I am?”

“Haven’t you been taught to respect your elders?” I am mere
inches from her now, and my hand slides to her arm.

“I don’t think you’d like me as much if I were being
respectful.” she teases.

And then, to my complete shock, she drops to her knees in
the middle of my living room floor, and begins to unbutton my pants.

“What are you doing?” I gasp.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” she
murmurs, looking up at me through her lashes.

My cock hardens.

“Still want me to be respectful?” she breathes, freeing my
cock and taking it in her hands.

“No.” I choke, “Disrespect me.”

She laughs softly, and then takes me into her mouth. Christ,
she feels incredible. She slides her tongue up and down my shaft, gently
kneading my balls in her palm, before giving ample attention to the head of my
cock.

“Fuck.” I hiss through my teeth, my hand instinctively
fisting in her thick hair. I can feel her smile against me as she continues to
slide her mouth up and down my shaft.

It feels incredible.

“Take me deeper.” I instruct and she pauses for only a
minute. “Push me back deep in your throat.” I explain.

She nods, sliding her silky mouth back up to my tip, before
taking me all into her mouth and pushing me back far into her throat.

“Yes!” I groan. She does it again and again, until I know
I’m close to exploding.

“Stop. I’m going to come.”

“Come for me.”

I exhale sharply and lose control, bursting in her mouth,
jerking and spurting into her throat.

She swallows as I empty myself into her mouth. I can’t help
but gasp as she drains me dry and I’m still in shock as she pulls back and
wipes at her mouth.

Her eyes are full of uncertainty. “Did you like it?” She’s
gone from sexy hellcat, to insecure ingénue in a matter of seconds.

“I can hardly breathe.” I pant. “Isn’t that clear evidence?”

Unsure, she bites her lip and gets off her knees to face me.

I reach down and quickly pull my pants back up. I grab
Madison’s hand and drag her to the couch and pull her down with me.

“Why are you here?” I ask.

“Because I want to be here. Because I’m – I’m attracted to
you.” She looks down at her hands, clearly embarrassed.

“You’re embarrassed to tell me that you’re attracted to me,
yet you show up here and suck me off with such zeal I blow my load in a matter
of minutes.”

She gasps at my language, covering her face with her hands.
“Oh my god.” she moans, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

I pull her hands from her face, dying to kiss her.

“Which way is it Madison? You’re either ashamed to be here with
me, or you enjoy being here and you want to fuck me.”

She balks again at my blunt language, but I don’t care. I
know she’s young, but I’m not going to play games. She either wants to be here
to start a sexual relationship with me or she doesn’t. Judging from the
mind-blowing blowjob she just gave me, I’m guessing that she wants to be here.

“I want to be here.” she says in a small voice, “I’ve just
never done anything like this before.”

“And I believe you. That’s okay. We’re in this together. But
there’s no need to come here and feel ashamed. It’s just us here. No walls, no
one watching us. We can be who we want to be, do what we want to do. I’m
certainly not going to judge you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Is that what you want?” I press, “Are you here because you
want me physically? Or are you here for something else?”

She flushes red. “Physical.”

“Good. That’s what I want to.” I stand up, taking her hand,
and lead her back to my bedroom. “No one can know about us.” I murmur, gently
pushing her down on my bed. “I could lose my job. It could wreck my career.” I
slowly slide her shirt off, exposing the skimpy camisole that is underneath.

She nods, closing her eyes as I undress her.

“It could ruin you.” I add. “It could wreck your chances at
a career, not to mention the trouble this would probably cause your parents.” I
slide each of her boots off, carnal desire boiling up inside of me and
threatening to spill over before I’ve even undressed her completely. “Do you
understand?”

“Yes. I understand...and Luc, you can call me Maddie...” Her
voice is just a whisper.

“Good.” I undo her jeans, and pull them off, admiring the
lacy white panties she’s wearing. Yes, Madison Evans is a good girl who needs a
healthy dose of sexual awakening.

I kick off my pants and slide onto the bed next to her. My
hand trails across the silk of her panties.

“Now tell me where you learned to suck cock like that.”

She looks at me wide-eyed. “What do you mean?”

“That was one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. And to be
perfectly honest, I’ve had a lot.” I can see that I’ve embarrassed her again.
Oh well. “So who taught you how to do that?”

“No one taught me.” she stammers, “I haven’t done it that
many times. I just kind of let instinct take over. I told you. I've really been
wanting to do that.”

“So, you just did that out of instinct?”

“Yes, pretty much.” She moans softly, as my fingers slide
along the crease between her thighs.

“Tell me,” I murmur, “how many college boys have you put
into that dirty little mouth of yours?”

“Why? It’s not that many.”

“Tell me.”

“Four.”

“Four?”

“Yes, four.” she says louder. “I’ve gone down on four guys.”

I find that hard to believe.
Four
guys? Fuck, she’s
just a baby.

“Did they tell you what to do? How they liked it? What they
wanted?”

She squirms on the bed, partly from the conversation, and
partly from my touch. I’m now rubbing her clit through her underwear.

“Not really. They just said things like ‘faster’ or ‘don’t
stop.’ ’’ she pants.

“So, nothing specific? No guidance?” I tease small circles
around her clit.

“No.” she pants. “It’s not like they were giving me a damn
lesson...”

I slide my hand inside her underwear, and she arches her
back and moans.

“Is that what you want?” I ask, “A lesson? Because I’d be
happy to teach you.”

“Yes.” she moans, “Teach me. I liked how you told me to go
deeper. I didn’t realize I should do that.”

“Oh, Madison,” I say darkly, “I’m going to teach you well.”

I’m out of my mind as Luc begins to fulfill my every fantasy.
He’s finally stopped asking me questions about my sexual past, or lack thereof,
and is now busy focusing on my body.

I can barely breathe as he slides my underwear down, leaving
me in only my skimpy cami. His hands graze my skin, touching me everywhere
except where I’m dying to be touched, and he seems to enjoy teasing me. When
his hands finally touch my sex, I can’t help but cry out.

This is so different than any partner I’ve ever had.

“So eager.” he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin.

God I've never been this wet before...

His fingers glide through my folds, moving easily through my
wetness, caressing and rubbing me tenderly. He slips two fingers inside me,
swirling them around before he begins to push them in and out as he lowers his
mouth between my thighs.

Oh. My. God.

My thighs tremble around him, and I buck against the bed,
delirious with my need for him. His tongue is everywhere, exploring every
forbidden inch of me, and the sensation is only heightened by the skill of his
hands.

“Has anyone ever touched you this way?” he breathes.

“No...”

My brain screams, my vision is swimming, no one has ever
taken this kind of time with me, or focused so much attention on this part of
my body. The phrase
Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma’am
comes to mind—that
pretty much sums up any of my previous sexual experience.

Clawing at the sheets, I moan loudly and freely, knowing
there is no one around to hear us.

“Luc.” my voice quivers. I’m so fucking close...

He reads my mind. “Come for me, Maddie.”

He pleasures my sex with his tongue, moving in long, lush
strokes, before thrusting his tongue inside of me, pushing in and out and then
slowly down my perineum, licking me where no one ever has before. He increases
the speed and pressure of his thumb rubbing on my clit, while he licks hungrily
from my pussy to my ass in long deliberate strokes...and then I fall apart.

I’m falling, spinning out of control and my mind goes
blissfully blank as the pleasure consumes me. It starts between my legs, and
then spreads throughout my body, until I’m reduced to nothing more than
physical sensations and cries of pleasure.

When the quivering finally stops, and my breathing begins to
return to normal, I find Luc lying next to me, starting intently as I struggle
to open my eyelids.

“You enjoy it so much,” he remarks.

 “Of course. How could I not?”

“I love watching you. You’re so into the experience.”

I prop myself up on one elbow and look at him. “Are you
telling me that other people, you’ve – you know – been with, haven’t been into
that?”

How could someone not be into that? That was literally the
best twenty minutes of my life and the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. In this
moment, I feel like I would follow Luc to the ends of the Earth if it meant he
would continue doing that to me forever.

Luc chuckles as if I’m missing some kind of a joke. “Let’s
just say not all women are as eager and into it as you are.”

I turn red, embarrassed. “Is it weird that I was so
excited?”

“No, no, no.” he says softly, reaching out to reassure me.
“That’s not what I meant at all. I loved that you responded that way. It’s just
different being with someone as young as you are. You’re so much freer is all...”

I begin to feel very self-conscious. I’m not exactly sure what
he means, and I still feel like I'm missing something, but I let it slide. I'm
feeling too damn good, and I want to enjoy my sexual high.