17 year old Melina Garcia is nothing but trouble. And trouble is all that seems to follow her. When enrolled into a new school, she seems to develop a nemesis; her music theory professor, Mr Armstrong. But what happens when their constant nagging an...
A/N: Oh baby baby it's fuck time ;) Don't say I didn't warn you
My fingers were shaking like crazy as they worked on the buttons of Mr Arm- I mean, Billie Joe's black button down shirt. His lips on my neck didn't make it any easier for me. He chuckled softly at my nervous state. "Just relax love. Is this your first time?" he asked. I shook my head 'no' in response. This made him scowl at me. Playfully, of course.
"Oh don't be like that Billie Joe. This isn't your first time either." I spoke, raising my eyebrow in the process.
He smirked at me. "You're cute when your nervous, but you're god damn stunning when you're feisty" I felt myself blushing at his words yet again. "Shut up Billie Joe" I said as I undid the last button of his shirt and stripped it off of him. "Yes ma'am" he mocked playfully. It felt like he had my shirt off in seconds. He stared at my chest momentarily before reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.
Literally as soon as my bra fell to the floor, his mouth was on one nipple and his hand was on the other. I let out a moan at the sudden contact from him.
Almost too quickly, he pulled away, a whimper leaving my lips. He chuckled at me then lead me to my bed.
I sat down, still facing him and took in his shirtless appearance. His lips were red, his hair was messy and still wet from outside. My eyes scanned over all of his tattoos. He had so many and he should really wear short sleeved shirts more often to school.
Or just let me see him like this more often. Either way.
"You okay over there?" he asked with a smirk.
"Meh, could be better" I replied as I tugged playfully on the waist band of his jeans.
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His smirk faded and his eyes grew darker.
"I can change that" he said as he lightly pushed me back.
Effortlessly, he slid my pajama shorts and my panties down my legs and threw them behind him.
I was laid out on my bed, completely naked in front of him.
I had never felt more vulnerable and turned on in my whole life.
"You're so beautiful" he murmured.
"I don't know how to take compliments, Billie Joe" I laughed nervously.
"I know baby, that's fine. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop giving them to you." he smiled as he hovered over me. His lips captured mine and his one hand caressed my body. I felt goosebumps break out anywhere he touched.
"Still nervous?" he whispered huskily.
"No, just anxious." I sighed contently.
"What do you want?" he asked, his fingers teasing my core, making me gasp.
