Dirty little secrets

31

~Ava~

"Bossy little thing," he muttered, but his eyes were dark, needy, as he peeled my dress off, sucking in a breath when he saw the lingerie. "f**k, Ava, you trying to kill me?"

I smirked through the nerves, arching up. "Maybe. Now touch me, please no more games."

He didn't tease me this time, thank God, his mouth was on my neck, kissing down to my collarbone, hands unhooking my bra quickly , tossing it aside, and when his lips closed around my n****e, sucking hard, I moaned loud, nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes, f**k, just like that," I gasped, my hips bucking up, begging without words, and he chuckled against my skin, but it was rough, his control cracking.

"You're so wet already," he growled, fingers slipping under my thong, sliding through my folds, and yeah, I was slick, tight and ready, clenching around nothing until he pushed two fingers in, curling them just right. But I shoved his hand away after a minute, panting. "No, d**k…..I want your d**k, Calder, now."

He groaned, like it pained him, but nodded, stripping my thong off, positioning himself between my legs, his c**k thick and hard, rubbing against me first, teasing the entrance. "You sure? Tell me if…."

"Yes, f**k yes," I interrupted, pulling him down, kissing him, my tongue clashing as he pushed in slowly at first, inch by inch, stretching me, and oh god, the burn was perfect, his size filling me up, my walls hugging him tight. "Finally," I gasped, nails raking down his back, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

He thrust in fully then, bottoming out with a grunt, holding still for a second, forehead against mine. "You're perfect, Ava. so tight, so f*****g good." His voice was wrecked, and that did it for me, the tenderness mixing with the raw need as he started moving, deep thrusts that hit just right, building fast.

I moaned louder, "Harder, please," and he obliged, pinning my hands above my head gently with one of his, the other on my hip, angling me so every stroke rubbed my c**t just enough. The sensations built quickly wet sounds filling the room, my juices making everything slippery, his control slipping as he pounded harder, whispering s**t like "You're mine now, baby," and kissing away the tears that leaked from my eyes because it felt so good, overwhelming after all the denial.

I came first, hard, clenching around him, screaming his name as waves crashed over me, but he didn't stop, kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I was shaking, begging, "Again, fuck." And he flipped us, me on top now, hands on his chest as I rode him, grinding down, chasing that second orgasm, his thumbs rubbing my n*****s, while his eyes were locked on mine with that mix of love and lust.

"c*m for me again," he urged, voice rough, and I did, exploding around him, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks, while I was gasping "Finally, oh god," as I collapsed forward, but he rolled us back, thrusting deep a few more times, his restraint was now gone, raw need taking over as he finished inside me, hot and pulsing, groaning my name like a prayer.

"Holy s**t, Calder, that was... worth the wait, you asshole," I wheezed, smacking his chest lightly, but then sobbing a bit, clinging to him. "Don't ever tease me like that again, okay? But... thank you, for everything today."

He held me tight, kissing my forehead, chuckling too, but his voice was soft, emotional. "Never again, promise. You're everything, Ava." We cuddled like that, tangled and messy, both of us cracking up until my sides hurt.

“Genuinely curious, what made you think you can just call me Calder or Baby or asshole? I'm still your professor you know.”.

“Oh please you p***y sucker, you suck my p***y too well for a professor.” and he grinned.

"You sounded like a dying walrus at the end there," I teased, wiping my eyes from the laugh-tears, and he pinched my ass, growling playfully.

"Baby girl, you were the one screaming like a banshee, neighbors probably called security." We went back and forth like that, interrupting each other.

"Yeah, well, next time I want you to… wait, s**t, my phone's buzzing."

I reached over, still half on him, grabbing it from the nightstand, and froze when I saw the text from Riley:

"Girl, wtf? Saw a pic on the school group chat you and Prof Calder looking cozy as f**k in the hallway today. Everyone's gossiping. Spill or I'm calling your ass right now."

My heart dropped, laughter dying in my throat, and I showed him the screen, whispering, "f**k, Calder... what do we do now?"

He sat up fast, face paling, . "What's wrong."

“It's a picture of you hugging me. We normally stalk the guys we like and what girls they're with and now this is us. What if people think I'm sucking off and f*****g my professor for grades.”

“Which of course you are.”he replied.

“So what do we do now? I'm being serious here…..stop that please. Like for real.”

“ Mama, come here.” He pulled me to lie on his chest.

“No one saw your face. And even if they did what's wrong?”

“You're a married man for crying out loud. I'll not only be considered a slut but probable a mistress and home wrecker.”

“ You know I'll be divorcing her soon so please don't do that. Don't say that.”

“Are you sure they didn't see me.?”

“Trust me the didn't.”

And I did, I trusted my papi so much.