For her sake, I had to be

I grabbed both ass cheeks and firmly squeezed them as I spread her open, smiling and licking my lips as I looked at the small wet spot on her panties. Her pussy was ready for what I was about to feed it. My tongue. My lips. My fingers. My fucking nose. Fuck. Why couldn’t that fucker be somewhere else today? I didn’t want to be careful. I didn’t want to be quiet. But I’ll take what I can get.

She looked back at me, the look in her eyes filled with a nervous, sudden ****. As if they were asking me ‘should we really do this?’ She started to stand back up as the very real danger seemed too much of a risk for her, overriding her body’s yearning.

I leaned in and kissed her ass cheeks with soft, wet kisses, going from one to the other, inhaling her scent as I did. My cock understood that it probably wouldn’t get any action today, but it still let its frustrations known. She lightly whimpered as I fondled her ass cheeks and kissed them, tensing up as each kiss got closer and closer to her pussy. She squirmed in **** unease, nervously watching the living room as she adorably struggled to resist.

She was such a good girl. I had to give her what she wanted. What she’d never tell herself she wanted. She inhaled deeply when my fingertips slid inside her panties and firmly pulled them to the side, making an uneasy sound as I exposed her glistening pussy lips, and that adorable, pink asshole. So many things we could do. So many things I could work with. So many fucking fantasies I wanted to fulfill. Yet now, suddenly she didn’t want to?

For a few moments I simply looked at her, fantasizing. Her back arched for me against her will and her ass stuck out as she gave me the best view in the house. A low growl escaped my throat as I saw the faint remnants of the hickey I’d given her, almost completely faded now.

I leaned in and closed my lips around the faint, pink spot and sucked hard. She winced at the sudden pain in such a sensitive area, and squirmed in front of me, allowing my lips to suck the blood to her skin and mark her again. She inhaled sharply again as my tongue licked her skin, my lips sucking at her ass cheek as it rounded in toward that magical spot between her pussy and asshole.

My hard suck softened as I licked the spot with my tongue, and I smiled as I pulled away and saw my handiwork. Another hickey, darker than the first. My mark. A physical reminder that her ass is mine. I wanted to spank her so bad. Her ass was so God damned perfect. But I couldn’t. Too loud.

Okay. She’s waited long enough.

I leaned in and planted my tongue flat against her clit and slowly licked up against her wet folds as she let out an almost euphoric breath of longing, and my tongue didn’t stop until it slid across her sweet, tight asshole. “Ahhnnnnngh,” I moaned low and long, letting her know how good she tasted.

“Nnn-” She tried to say no, still resisting even as her body welcomed me. Tried so hard. “Nnnohmygosh,” she whispered as her back suddenly arched even further, her chest lowering as she exhaled deeply. Gosh. I smiled. Adorable. I slowly licked up her pussy again and she lightly hummed, finally having what she had been missing. It didn’t matter that he was in the next room. Not to me, anyway. And she seemed to be more open to the idea now that my tongue was on her, giving her pleasure that he never would. Never could. He was probably the type of guy that would never go down on her, too afraid of the way she tasted to try it more than once. Not me. I fucking loved it.

I licked my lips and swallowed her juices off my tongue, unable to contain a small moan of delight. I quickly pressed my tongue against the entrance of her pussy and lapped at her, and she let out a low moan, almost purring as I explored her intimate opening. My thumb slid softly through her wet folds, quickly finding her clit. She whimpered, a sound so erotic that a surge of precum rose up my flexing shaft and oozed out against the inside of my boxer briefs.

I pushed my tongue inside her and started gently bobbing my head, stiffening my tongue to pump in and out of her pussy while I fondled her clit with my wet thumb. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go, then licked up and down inside her, my nose up against her asshole, threatening penetration of its own as I inhaled deeply. Fuck yes. The taste and scent of her made my dick spill another large deposit of precum into my underwear, begging me to whip it out and start stroking.

“Hhhhohmygod,” she whispered quickly at the sensations behind her. That’s right, Miss Laura. Would he ever do this for you? Not a fucking chance and you know it. But I will. Every fucking day. Anytime you want it.

I slid my fingers up to her pussy and slipped them inside next to my tongue, and she tensed up for a moment, then sighed as her pussy let them inside with soft, wet permission, the quiet, slick sounds of penetration sweet like honey in my ears. I pulled my tongue out and licked at her clit with quick, flicking strokes of the tip of my tongue, ramping up the stimulation.

She pushed back against me as my fingers started slowly pumping in and out of her, her juices coating my fingers to further lubricator them. The taste of her was intoxicating. The scent, indescribably erotic. My cock was throbbing wildly inside my jeans, angry at the lack of attention. But I was more than content back here, humming as I fed on her, my fingers sliding in and out of her as her pussy sucked on them.

A sudden urge struck me and I gladly obeyed, running my tongue up against her asshole. She whimpered softly, her back arching as she welcomed the wet lick of my warm tongue. Gone were the **** sounds of embarrassment she once displayed at such a dirty, sinful act, replaced now with a deep sigh, and a long exhaled breath of approval.

Yes. Lick my fucking ass. Lick it fucking clean, you dirty boy.

Say it, Laura.

She never would. Not out loud. But I knew that’s what she was thinking.

“Hhhmmmmphh,” she lightly moaned, the smoldering heat she felt coming out in that small sound she made. I was brief, and so quiet, but it said everything. ‘Oh fuck yeah,’ it said. I hummed softly as I ate her ass, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy.

Her breaths suddenly sped up, and I knew I’d achieved the perfect balance of stimulation. My tongue in her ass and my fingers in her pussy. Heaven. Was there really anything more to life than getting a girl off? I suppose my own triumphant release, but that was debatable. Okay, cumming, and making someone cum. The two best things in life.

“Mmmmph,” she suddenly exhaled through her nose as a soft moan let me know she was close. I smiled as I poked my tongue into her asshole, gently digging into it as I stiffened my tongue. “Fff-” she stopped short of uttering a bad word and I smiled again, my eyes open to look up her back. I wanted to watch her cum, even if I couldn’t see her face. “Mmmmph!” she moaned again, quiet, but high-pitched. Urgent. She was close. I kept up the slow, pumping pace of my fingers and slowly, deliberately explored every wrinkle of her puckering asshole with my tongue, tasting her sweet hole as my dick responded with angry, powerful throbs.

The soft sounds of her wet pussy squelching around my pumping fingers filled the room. At that moment I was thankful for gaming headphones, because even he may have heard how wet she was if he wasn’t wearing them. Look at how wet I made your girl, you fucking pussy. Look at her, begging for it. About to cum for me. Again. How does it feel? Come on, look back here asshole. I dare you.

My eyes widened when a sudden angry outburst came from the living room.

“What the frick, bro?!” Beckett yelled, and we both jumped up, panicked as we heard the springs on the couch creak as he stood up. Oh fuck. I licked my lips as I stood up, Miss Laura’s hands shooting down to pull her shorts up as I helped her. I groaned silently as I sat down in the chair, trying to look casual as I quickly unlocked my sleeping iPad. She sat down in her chair just in time as he walked into the kitchen, a pouting look on his face. He only briefly glanced at us when he entered, his face pink with anger as he walked to the fridge.

“Everyth-” Miss Laura softly cleared her throat, trying to control her slightly lust coated voice. Im sure she felt my saliva spread all over her asshole, inside it, soaking into her as she sat there. “Everything alright?” We didn’t know what he was so upset about. I kept my head facing my iPad screen, but my eyes were on him. The wet spots inside my underwear teased me, and I cursed his intrusion as I clenched my jaw, frustrated and tense as I waited for him to answer. Shit. Did he see us?

When he spoke, I let out a silent sigh of relief.

“I could have had a Victory Royale, but some frickin’ bot killed me in the last minute!” I was completely confused. What the fuck was he talking about? It sounded like another language. But at least it wasn’t because he caught us. I wiped my fingers off on the leg of my jeans, her juices still slick on them.

The taste of her ass was still fresh on my tongue. I swallowed my saliva and softly cleared my throat, hoping I looked casual. As if my tongue wasn’t just up his fiancé’s ass. As if she wasn’t just about to cum around my fingers.

She looked so nervous, it was obvious. She needed to fucking calm down. I gently placed my hand on her thigh under the table, hoping to silently let her know it was okay. He didn’t catch us. She quickly turned her head toward me without looking at me, and let out a breath as she cleared her throat again. Better. The breath seemed to calm her somewhat, and she tucked her hair behind her ear as she lowered her head down, closing her eyes to settle her nerves for a moment.

I let my hand slide off her leg, wishing it was still inside her.

“Sorry if I interrupted you guys,” Beckett suddenly said, and I couldn’t look up. If he only knew. He let out an exasperated sigh of frustration. You and me both, pal. But for different reasons.

“Stupid game,” he murmured, like some child who didn’t get his way. I finally was confident enough to look up at him, and he and I briefly made eye contact. He seemed to realize how immature he sounded, and his face went pink.

“So…how goes the tutoring?” He asked, pretending to care, his voice less angry than a moment ago. His eyes wavered as mine stayed on them, silently expressing my disdain for him. Not only because of his intrusion when she was so close, but mainly for him just being…him. That look was back in his eyes. Uncomfortable. Inadequate.

“Fine,” I said, monotone and annoyed. He seemed to shrink a bit, looking even smaller. “Not quite finished.” He couldn’t hold eye contact though, looking away as the gaze of a real man made his confidence waver. This fucking guy.

Miss Laura softly cleared her throat, and I realized I was laying it on a little thick. I immediately softened my eyes and smiled as politely as I could.

“I’m sorry for before,” Beckett said to her, his voice softer now. Timid. Apologetic, but probably inauthentically so. This was a child, that was clear. A boy who would no doubt whine and lash out at her again once he didn’t get his way the next time. And there would certainly be a next time. That tone I heard in his voice when I first walked up to the house this morning, and then again when he whined about his video game was like nails on a chalkboard.

“It’s…” she relented, letting her anger from earlier fade into an understanding, submissive tone. Afraid of conflict, as I knew her to be. “It’s okay.” I looked at her, longing to be how we were just a few moments ago. But I suppose I understood. Kind of. She loved him. Somehow, she did. I didn’t see it. Whatever she saw in him. I was thoroughly unimpressed with him, and disappointed in her at the moment. She could do so much better. I knew it. And I would make her know it, too.

One day.

I blew out a quiet breath as the moment was lost, thinking about what could have been. Should have been. She was so close. It was beyond frustrating. But I was patient. Monday was right around the corner, and I knew I’d have to work at it again, if last Monday was any indication. I smiled though, looking forward to it.

“Well, I suppose I should go,” I finally said, closing my iPad. They both looked at me. Her eyes seemed both relieved and saddened, the latter of which made me feel at least a little bit better. Her body language changed almost immediately, standing up as if she wanted to rush me out the door. As if she just now realized what we were doing earlier. She was such a puzzle. So unwilling, so ****…yet so submissive as well. Folding whenever I pressured her to do as I wanted. As close to perfect as I’d ever dreamt a girl could be.

He, on the other hand, put on a show of fake disappointment.

“So soon?” He asked, his tone of voice deceptive, hiding his relief. I looked up at him for a moment, but just politely smiled, nodding. His eyes were nervous again, which made me feel better. Hey, there’s always next weekend, right?

“Yeah, I’ve got some errands to run before I go home,” I said, slipping my iPad into my backpack and zipping it up. I looked at Miss Laura, who couldn’t look me in the eye, instead studying the floor as she silently breathed, probably thinking she got away with one today. I didn’t really know how she felt, though. Was she relieved that I was leaving, and we didn’t go any further? Did she really want to? Did she like any of this? Or did she comply simply because I expected her to?

I just didn’t know.

“Well, you’re welcome anytime,” Beckett lied as he got close to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Miss Laura looked up at him suddenly, disbelief in her eyes at what he’d said. Then he made a face, as if he caught a subtle whiff of something all of a sudden. His eyebrows wrinkled just slightly, and his eyes looked confused for a moment, but then he raised his eyebrows and shook his head as if he’d imagined it. I smiled politely back at him, knowing exactly what it was he smelled, and the look he gave me made it seem like maybe he regretted saying what he said. As if he’d just invited a vampire into his home. One that was always hungry. Yet still he tried to smile, unsuccessfully making it look confident. I nodded, then slipped my backpack over my right shoulder.

“See you on Monday, Miss Laura,” I said, my anticipatory tone ever-so-subtle. “Thanks again for the lesson.” She looked up at me, timid again. Eyes nervous, white faced, as her cheeks colored themselves with an adorable, pink hue. I smiled, then let Beckett walk me to the door, allowing him to think he was king of his castle, even as the taste of his fiancé still pleasantly lingered in my mouth.

When the door closed behind me I could hear his voice. It sounded like he was apologizing but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Just the tone was enough to tell me he was probably complaining about me being there, and also making false promises about how sorry he was for lashing out at her like that.

I got in my car and started it up, adjusting my deflating, frustrated bulge as I pulled away and started the disappointing drive home, smelling my fingers as I held them under my nose.