Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

WEEK FIVE: BACK TO SCHOOL

CHAPTER 71:  NICK

Today, Nick was going to convince Sarah to confide in him. It’d been a little over a week since the hospital and she was still claiming that she’d passed out from not eating. He was done with the lies. She’d gone to see the doctor this morning. When she’d gotten home, he’d asked some casual questions about her “meeting” but she’d either ignored him or deflected. He would’ve pushed the issue but he’d had an appointment that he couldn’t miss. However, that was over and the time had come. She needed to trust him or this wasn’t going to work.

He pulled into the driveway and went into the house. The dogs greeted him at the door. “Sarah?” There was no answer. She hadn’t left. That wasn’t her thing, unless she’d gone out alone to test herself. The doctor had said that she was trying to hurry this along which was stupid. He headed through the living room toward the bedroom. She’d better be here or he’d track her down and...The blood rushed from his head to his dick. His cardigan was draped over a desk that’d been moved from their home office into the living room. There was a note on the desk.

Nick,

Sorry your visit from Mary, Lucy and Ms. Applewood was delayed, but they’re here now. Get dressed and lock the dogs in the guest room. There’s a new bone in there for each of them. Turn on the radio, just in case we make too much noise. Let me know when you’re ready.

Sarah (alias: Mary, Lucy and Ms. Applewood).

He’d never in his life gotten undressed and dressed so quickly. Not only was there a cardigan but also an ugly button-down shirt. Perfect for the sleazy professor.

He sat down, his dick already pressing against his trousers, and called out, “I’m ready. The professor is at his desk.”

The minutes ticked by. He fidgeted in his seat, tugging at his pants. She’d better hurry or round one of this fantasy was going to be quick. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the bedroom door, not sure who was going to come out first.

There was a knock.

“Yes.” He forced himself to look at the computer screen.

“Do you have time for a meeting, professor?” asked Sarah as she stepped into the living room, her white Catholic school-girl shirt tied at her waist. Her skirt shorter than it should be, showing long, long legs.

Lucy. Thank God, it was Lucy. He could fuck Lucy. He would fuck Lucy. “How can I help you, Lucy?” He leaned against the back of his chair, as if at ease when in reality he was ready to pounce.

Sarah strolled forward, her hips rolling as she walked. His dick hardened even more, tenting the loose slacks. She had her hair in pigtails again and her lips were painted a luscious red.

“I need you…”

Oh, she was going to get him. Every fucking inch of him.

“To help me with science.” She leaned forward on the desk, letting him get a glimpse of her white lace bra.

“Science?” He slowly raised his gaze to her eyes. “I’m an English professor.” Or at least that was what he’d been the last time.

“I know, but you’re such a good teacher.” She sauntered toward him, pushing between him and the desk before moving his computer out of the way and sitting down. She kicked off her shoes and rested her foot on the chair between his thighs.

“Thank you, Lucy. I try. Hard. To please.” His eyes were locked with hers. He wanted to grab her foot and put it on his cock, but he waited, letting her be the aggressor this time. “How can I be of assistance?”

“We’re studying the laws of attraction and”—she ran her foot over the bulge in his pants—“you know all about that.”

“So do you.” Her foot was magic on his cock but he forced himself to remain still, to act unmoved.

“Yes, but I need practice with…friction.” Now, her foot was pressing more firmly against him, teasing the line between pleasure and pain.

“I’ll help but only if you do exactly what I say.” Time for him to take control.

“Of course, professor.” She smiled.

“Friction works best when everything is ready. Wet and ready.”

“Really?” Her eyes widened as if surprised. She was a great actor.

“Yes. Are you wet and ready, Lucy?”

She put her hand on her breast and ran it slowly down her body to between her legs, her mouth opening slightly with the pleasure she gave herself.

“Move your skirt. I need to see if you’re doing it right.”

She leaned back on one elbow as her other hand slowly pulled the cloth out of his way. Her hand trailed back between her thighs, stroking herself through her underwear.

“Spread your legs.”

She did, her foot sliding off his cock to his thigh. Her white lace panties were wet and getting wetter with her ministrations.

“I think you’re wet enough.”

“You may want to check and make sure.” She kept stroking herself, as if unable to stop.

“No.”

Her eyes, half closed, snapped open.

“You need to make sure everything is wet.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “I’m not nearly wet enough for good friction.”

“What do you want me to do, professor?” She licked her lips as he pulled his pants down, freeing himself.

“Wet my cock, Lucy.”

“How?”

“However you want.” He wanted those lush lips around him, sucking him until he came.

She closed her legs, pulling off her underwear and tossing them to the floor. Okay, her pussy juices lubing him up worked too.

“Spread your legs. I need to see you.”

She did. She was ripe and glistening.

“You’re right. Maybe, I should check. You don’t seem quite wet enough.” He needed to taste her. He leaned forward but she put her hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“You said I needed to make you wet.”

“I did.” He stared at her pussy. It was only inches away. He could smell her heat, her arousal and he was going a little crazy. If she didn’t let him taste her soon, this game would be over.

“Then sit back in your chair and let me make you wet.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking.” His breath shuddered in his chest as he leaned back.

She stood, hiding that sweet treat between her thighs. It was worse than not tasting her, but then she was straddling him, her small hand wrapped around his cock. She rubbed along his length. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up above him.

“You’re not wet enough,” she gasped, as she continued stroking him.

He grabbed a condom from the desk drawer and slid it over his length. “Take me inside and make me wet, Sar…Lucy.”

She moved his hands to her breasts and then wrapped her fingers around his dick again. She held him as she rubbed her pussy along his length, teasing him with her heat.

“I need to be inside you.” He moved his hands back to her hips, taking control.

“I’m not done making you wet, professor.” She grabbed his wrists, putting his palms back on her tits.

“Fuck.” He’d play but he’d play dirty. He tore her shirt open and she gasped, her downward stroke falling to the side and his dick poked at her thigh. He unhooked her bra and pushed it down as his lips landed on her breast, teasing and sucking her nipple.

She moaned as her head dropped onto her shoulders and her back arched, pushing her breast against his face. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock, squeezing. He put his fingers around hers as he continued to torture her nipple with his tongue and teeth. She lifted up, her eyes closed, and as she came back down, he adjusted his angle and she sank onto him.

“Oh,” she moaned, sinking farther down.

He kissed his way to her other breast as he moved his hands to her hips and pushed her downward until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

“Now, for the friction.” He lifted her and brought her down as he thrust upward.

She grasped his shoulders, resting her head against his neck, and began moving on him, matching his rhythm. She felt so good, so right. She was his. The only one he wanted. The only one he needed.

“Ride me faster.” He pumped into her.

She stuck her tongue in his ear and he lost it. All games were done. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. She whimpered in pleasure as she let him take control. He latched onto her nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. Everything was rushing to his balls. He wouldn’t last another minute. He ran his finger through her wetness, playing with her clit until her body tightened around him and trembled with her release. Her back arched and she clung to him, her pussy muscles clasping onto him in the sweetest torture. He shoved into her and held still as he came. He wrapped his arms around her, never wanting to let her go, but she kissed his cheek and stood.

“Thanks for the lesson, professor. I think I understand friction now.” She turned and headed for the door, holding her shirt together. “Mary may need some help though. She’s also having trouble. I told her to talk to you.”

Man, he loved this fantasy. “Thank you, Lucy.” He was more than ready. Well, it’d take some time to get hard again, but that was perfect because Mary would need some persuading.