“I want you to touch me,” she purrs, and the inferno inside me destroys the last of my resistance.
My brain burns remembering how she left my office, and my hands quickly move from her breasts to her waist. I quickly unfasten her jeans, shoving them low enough to allow my hand inside her panties.
Lifting my face, I meet her eyes as my hand cups her bare pussy. Her head drops back as her lips part, and she moans deeply as I trace my fingers along her slick core. Sliding two fingers inside, I curl them as I circle her clit with my thumb. Another moan, and her hips begin to rock.
I’m hypnotized by the sight of her, riding my hand as I touch all that’s forbidden. With my free hand, I grip her face, pulling her mouth to mine again.
Her fingers curl and pull my hair as her hips rock faster. Little whimpers escape her throat, and every noise makes me want to be inside her. I’m not stopping until she comes. I have to hear her come.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” she gasps.
“Come for me,” I growl, and she makes another soft noise, nodding her head fast.
My thumb moves faster. The two fingers inside her curl and massage the place that will push her over the edge. Lust and desire are fueled by anger. I’m furious she has this power over me. I’m risking everything to do this, but there’s no way I’m stopping.
“Oh, God, oh, fuck, oh…” In that moment, she climaxes on my hand.
Her nails scratch my neck, falling to my shoulders as her knees buckle. I lift her up, plunging three fingers into her slippery depths, feeling the squeeze of her core, the spasm of her orgasm, cupping her wetness with my hand.
She moans and shudders, bucking with every touch of my thumb against her clit. My arm is around her waist, and I hold her body tighter against mine. She’s quivering, grasping at my shoulder, and my dick is so hard in my jeans. I want to fuck her right now. I can’t fuck her right now. I’ve already done too much. Anyone could catch us in this alley.
Still, I’m hypnotized by the sight of her, her hand sliding lower, palming my hardened cock through my jeans.
Leaning forward, my lips are at her ear, my nose in the side of her hair. “You feel what you do to me?” My voice is hot, hoarse, and angry.
“Yes,” she whispers, quickly unfastening my pants, allowing the pink tip of my erection to stretch free.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she pushes the fabric lower, wrapping slim fingers around my shaft and pumping up and down.
Without a word, she drops to her knees, teasing me with her tongue just before taking my cock fully into her mouth.
“Shit,” I groan, knowing I should stop this, knowing this is wrong.
She’s on her knees with her back to the wall, and I’m facing her, my pants lowered just enough for it to happen. She’s hidden by my legs, and at a glance, it probably looks like I’m hiding in the alley to take a leak.
In reality, I’m losing my mind.
She’s sucking me like she did my thumb. Her head bobs faster, and she pulls me deeper, all the way to her throat, watery eyes blinking up at me.
Stop this, stop this, stop this, my conscience is screaming, but my body won’t let me. I want this. I want her. I want all of her. There’s no way I’m stopping now.
My hand is in her hair, and I growl, “You like sucking my cock?”
She manages to nod, and it’s my fucking fantasy. Her hot mouth is on my tip, and her hand grips the base of my shaft, jerking it in time. Then she pops off, flickering her tongue against the ridges of my dick, and my vision fails.
My orgasm is a runaway train, a steady urge growing stronger in my belly as sparks flood my veins. Heat is in my thighs, tightening my balls.
Her other hand slides around to grip my ass, holding me steady as she sucks and pulls, dragging me to that explosive edge. One more grip, one more plunge to the back of her throat, and I barely grind out a warning.
“I’m coming.” I’m going to pull out, but she holds my hips with both hands, holding me steady as her lips touch the skin of my belly, as my cock pulses, shooting jets of orgasm down her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, holding the back of her head as she blinks up at me, swallowing greedily, round eyes watering.
My knees almost buckle as my fingers curl against the damp bricks. My face is against my arm, and my hand slides through her soft hair, cupping her cheek. She takes every drop, not releasing me until my shudders subside, my pulsing stops.
Then she rocks back on her heels, holding my waist as she slowly rises. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day of class.”
She slides her hands up my chest, and my arms are around her waist. Her body is flush against mine, and I confess, I don’t want to let her go, even if she is a student, even if she is ten years younger than me. I want to hold her, take away her pain, the loneliness I know too well.