"Woooooooooooh!" I screamed raising my hands in the cold, crisp, British air rushing past me, resulting in my short, black tight dress hitching up to the top of my thigh. It now just about curved around my ass and covered my front but I couldn't care less. Anyone who tried to touch me without my permission will remember this day for all the bad reasons.
The limousine shot through the dark night, heading towards London. As I placed my lips to the rim of the vodka bottle and took a quick swig I felt a soft yet firm pair of lips sensually kiss my calf, before a tongue darted out and sucked on the spot. I closed my eyes as my neck bent back automatically at this man's touch. My hand gripped the roof of the car as the lights whizzed past me.
Slowly Jake continued his trail of kisses up my trembling legs. "Don't... you dare... leave hickeys on me..." I warned him trying to hold back my moan from his kisses, hating the fact that this one guy, was the only one who could bring me to this state. I was always in control, I don't become a mess for boys no matter how good-looking and handsome they are. But Jake was another story, he became my best friend in university and soon my best-friend-with-benefits. He just happened to have the most skilled hands and lips I had ever come across in my 22 years, and that was saying something.
I loved him like a friend but it could never be anything more than that. We were both players, commitment-phobes and incapable of 'falling in love' and all of that soppy shit. Life messed us both up and neither of us are a fan of attachment. We've had this going for 4 years so I'm sure we'll never get to that cliché where the friends-with-benefit duo end up marrying each other and living happily ever after. We still sleep with other people and we don't give a shit about that but we also like the fun we have in the bedroom with each other and we know that no one else can please us the way that we can please each other.
I was definitely glad I invested in a limousine with a shutter between the driver and the people seated at the back. A moan escaped my lips as my back arched, Jake had reached my inner thigh and dripping panties. Literally no other guy could get me this wet so quickly. That's not to say that other guys I've been with didn't have larger d*cks and weren't very skilled too. Jake just happens to know exactly how to use his mouth, hands and d*ck to make me a hot mess in minutes.
His teeth grazed the sensitive spot on my inner thigh and I felt his fingers move my lacy red underwear to the side, grazing my clit with his fingers as he did. I took in a sharp breath and let go of my bottle, which rolled of the roof and onto the road, to grab his hair as his tongue flicked my throbbing entrance. My eyes closed and pulled him closer as his skilful tongue pushed into my walls and started f*cking me. Two of his manly fingers played with my clit, elicting moans from me that got lost in the wind blowing past me. Without warning they plunged into me making my knees go weak but I pulled my hand from his hair, through the gap in the roof and placed them on the roof of the car to balance myself as he picked up speed with his fingers and lips. A third joined, stretching me, making me gasp and moan and pull my hair and soon just as we approached more cars, I came with a sensual scream, as I grabbed my breasts.
I could feel Jake lick away my juices and as his warm lips left me, I bent my knees and lowered myself into the car. Jake was casually sitting at the other end of the sofa, slowly licking his lips with a smirk of his face and a dark and lusty look in his eyes. His obviously large erection strained against his jeans, creating a tent that was calling to me. His striking forest green eyes met my slightly light, large brown eyes as he licked his lips slowly. As usual, the perfect stubble adorned his features and the 5 o'clock shadow made his jaw very inviting. His light brown hair was styled in that sexy way I loved it. I smirked back at him.
My dress was above my soaking underwear, giving him a nice view of my legs. The underwear was uncomfortable now, no thanks to him. I turned my back to him and stood on the floor of the limousine, crouching to accomodate my height as I stood. I slipped my thumbs in my underwear and slowly slid them off, giving him a good show off my round ass. I didn't bother to pull my dress down as I turned around and flashed my clean p*ssy to him.
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The Bad Teacher and Him (Rated R)
Ficción GeneralMATURE - there will be heavy sexual scenes and a story that is fun, dangerous and full of twists (16+) Kat (Katherine) Fonseca could not be controlled. Boys have relentlessly tried to tame the bad girl since high school and throughout university. Bu...