Ella Frank - Veiled Innocence

He raised his leg slightly, and his hand slipped under the fabric to cup my bare ass. As his fingers dug into my flesh, he growled low in his throat, and I had to bite my lip to keep my moan inside.

“I see you,” he answered, his words strained. “I see you, and I want to lift your skirt just like this. That’s why you wore it, isn’t it? To drive me fucking crazy.”

My eyes closed as he pulled my hips forward.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded.

Obeying, I watched him shift and felt the denim of his jeans abrade the inside of my bare legs. I could feel every pulsing throb of my body, and all I wanted to do was rub against his strong thigh. He leaned in close and licked his top lip, and I was immediately reminded of his mouth on mine.

“Tell me where I can meet you,” I pleaded.

“What for?”

I rolled my hips against the ridged muscle under me. He tightened his fingers on my ass, the tips brushing the satin strip of my thong, and yanked my hips closer.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“What for, Addison?” he asked again. “Why do you want to meet me?”

I grabbed ahold of his wrist and ground down on his thigh. The only sounds in the classroom were his and my heavy breathing as I continued to use his leg to get myself off. I wanted to come, and I knew I was close.

“I want to see you naked.”

My words couldn’t have been a shock to him, but when Grayson lowered his head and admitted, “I want to see you too,” I almost lost my mind.

I attempted to kiss him, but he pulled his mouth away from me.

“No, not here. Use me.”

I pushed my breasts out and pressed myself against his thigh.

Fine, no kissing. I could do that. The arm around me tensed, holding me in place, and I used him—just as he had told me to.

* * *

The friction and heat between Addison’s legs was penetrating my jeans. I could feel her fingers squeezing my wrist as her thighs tightened around my own. Her tight, round ass in my hand clenched every time she rocked her hips up my leg. The noises leaving her throat had me so fucking hard, I was positive my cock would be damaged if I didn’t do something soon.

She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and as she greedily took her pleasure, I couldn’t find it in me to regret what we were doing. I knew it was wrong, but with each blissful sigh from her lips, my control slipped that much further from my grasp.

“You’re hard,” she whispered, and I couldn’t help my smirk.

“Yes. I’m very fucking hard.”

“I want to see,” she boldly stated.

No one could accuse Addison Lancaster of not going after what she wanted.

“Well, we don’t always get what we want.”

She licked her juicy lips, and the look on her face would have brought a saint to his knees.

I was only human.

“I’m going to have you,” she promised, and the words sent a thrill down my spine.

Promise or threat? Either way, the words made me want to lift her up against the wall and shove my cock inside her. But not here, not now.

Pulling my hand away from the shelf, I gripped her hair and arched her neck back.

My lips hovered over hers. “You are going to ruin me.”

That was when she did the unexpected.

She placed her palm over my heart and tapped—One, two, three. One, two, three—before whispering, “You’re going to save me.”

All rational thought halted.

“This afternoon,” I heard myself say.

“Yes,” she panted, squirming against my leg.

“This afternoon, follow me home like you always do.”

The incorrigible minx had the audacity to smile, so I tightened my fingers in her hair and shoved my thigh higher against her.

“Fuck,” she whimpered and clutched the arm I had around her. “Yes. I’ll be there.”

“Good,” I agreed before releasing my grip on her hair.

I smoothed her skirt down and took a step back. Her eyes narrowed on me, and the annoyed flush that hit her cheeks made it impossible not to think about fucking her into next week.

“What are you doing?”

Sliding my hands into my jeans, I pushed the material around, trying to make them slightly more comfortable for the aching hard-on I had trapped inside.

“Waiting, and so are you.”

“But…” she sputtered.

“Yes?”

“You’re going to leave me like this?”

Oh, this is interesting—Miss Perfect has a temper.

“Well I’m like this, so it’s only fair. Don’t you think?”

Her eyes shifted to the erection I had no hope of hiding and then flew back up to my face. “Well, I could…”

“Not. Here,” I reiterated through clenched teeth.

I stepped forward, and she retreated until her back hit the bookshelf again. This time, however, there was no touching.

“Maybe next time when I tell you to do something, you will listen.”

Her mouth pinched into a grimace.

“So this was all some kind of fucked up lesson? Well, thank you, Mr. McKendrick.”

I checked her out in a way that let her know it was much more than a lesson, but I was not going to be convinced to act any further on it. Not right now.

“No, it wasn’t, Miss Lancaster,” I disagreed and made my way to where her bag had been dumped on the floor.

I picked it up and held it out to her as she marched over to retrieve it. I made sure not to give in to the amusement I was feeling when she snatched it from my fingers and went to unlock the door.

Before she yanked it open, I slapped my palm against the wood and held it shut.

“This afternoon. My place. Be there, and I’ll teach you the rest of the lesson.”

“Oh yeah?” she snapped at me. “And what’s that?”

Her anger didn’t leave her as her eyes wandered over me. When they came back to rest on my face, they were a stormy grey—from which emotion I couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could have stopped me.

“I’ll teach you how to come with a man inside you.” I removed my hand from the door and released the lock. “Not a boy, Addison, a man. Now go.”

Her eyes widened in shock before she walked out the door, and I had to wonder—how would I go down in history.

Past…

Why I was so nervous, I had no idea. I was sitting in my car near Grayson’s house, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel—one, two, three, one, two three.

Yes, I was nervous.

All afternoon I’d been thinking about his final words to me. His dismissal had me so worked up, it was all I could do not to alleviate the ache.

I looked into the rearview mirror and checked my hair, making sure it was perfect. Making sure I was perfect.

Once I was satisfied and had gotten out of the car, I locked the door and made my way along the sidewalk. The closer I got, the more my heart raced.

I surveyed the area to make sure no one was around before I stepped up to his front door. Luckily, it was hidden in a small alcove.

This was going to change me. I knew that. Yet, as I raised my arm and knocked on the door, I welcomed it.

I knew what I was doing, and when Grayson opened his front door and stood aside, there was nothing anyone could have said to make me change my mind.

* * *

When I opened the door, I tried to see Addison the way I knew I was supposed to, but all I saw was a young woman.

A woman whose expression screamed—now.

I didn’t offer her any words. Instead, I stepped aside, leaving the decision up to her. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds.

She stepped over my threshold and stopped beside me, placing a palm on my chest.

“I’m ready for my lesson now.”

That much was obvious.

If I shut the door, it was over—all of the pretense, all of the self-denial—gone.

I took her wrist, yanking her in close. My will to leave her alone was a thing of the past. No longer was she the student and I the teacher. Right here, in this moment, she was a woman, and I was the man about to have her.

I kicked the front door shut and crowded her back against it. My hands pulled her skirt up and my fingers found the top of her satin thong. Impatiently, I drew it down her thighs.

Caressing her sweet ass, I told her, “I want you out of these.”

Swiftly doing as requested, she kicked them aside, and I moved back in against her.

“How the hell did you end up here?” I asked.

She brought one of her hands up to where my tie was knotted and tugged on it.

“You invited me.”

Yes, I fucking did. She rolled her hips against me, and I knew I’d abandoned all of my carefully structured rules to do so.

“You are definitely persistent once you set your mind to something.”

“I set my mind on you,” she said, panting as I rubbed my hardened cock against her.

“I know. I never stood a chance.”

Before she could say another word, my mouth took hers in a blazing hot kiss.

Her lips opened, and my tongue entered. Just like that, my control was shot to shit. She pressed her body against my strained jeans, and I wanted to unzip them so I could get inside her. I pulled her hips against me and lifted her against the door, attacking her mouth so fiercely she let go of my tie to wrap her arms around my neck.

I squeezed her breast through the white tank top, and she pulled her lips away to push her chest out to me, squirming all the while against the zipper of my jeans.

“Yes,” she hissed and brought her hands to my shoulders.

Moving as if she were straddled over a bucking animal, she curved her back and fondled her breasts.

“Fucking hell, Addison.”

I knew what she was about to do next because she’d done the same thing in the truck. She pulled the material down over her hard as hell nipples, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off her.

I lowered my head to lick one of the hard, pink tips before sucking her into my mouth, and the throaty sound that left her was satisfying. I brought one of my hands between us to where she was rubbing her wet, naked pussy all over my jeans and grazed her clit with my finger.

“Fuck!”

“Yes,” I encouraged, lifting my head and bringing my mouth back to hers. Fuck was exactly the right word. It was the number one thing inside my head right now.

I want to fuck, and after I have, I’m going to be fucked.

Jesus, what a goddamn mess.

I trailed my fingers down to her swollen pussy and began to tease her. “You’re so fucking wet,” I said, sucking her bottom lip between mine.

Her hips followed the glide of my hand with an eager thrust as she continued to shock me with every word that fell from her immoral mouth.

“I’m always like this around you.”

Oh, God. Did that mean even in—“Always?”

“Yes, always. At home. At school. Someone just has to say your name.”

I stroked my finger through her juices and when she trembled in my arms, I pushed it inside her. “Well, I want to hear you scream it.”

Her sweet breath seduced me as she dared to ask, “And which name would that be? You have two in my head.”

I jerked her higher up against the door and thrust a second finger inside. I tasted her lips with my tongue as she rode my hand. Her core clenched when I grazed my thumb over her clit, and that’s when I said, “In this fucking house, I only have one name. What is it, Addison?”

* * *

As my body shook and my climax hit, I couldn’t help screaming “Grayson” into the empty house.

I could still feel myself throbbing around his fingers when he spun me away from the door and walked us through the hall to the living room. My breath was coming fast and I had a hard time catching it as he slowly lowered me to my feet.

He brought his index finger to his mouth and licked it, managing to hypnotize me. Usually, I was the one who held the power, especially with boys like Brandon, but in this equation with him—I held nothing.

He studied me as I stood there, and I wondered what he saw.

“Get undressed, Addison,” he ordered, his ragged voice stroking all my sensitive spots.

I didn’t hesitate, fearing that the conflict I could see in his eyes would make him change his mind. I removed my jacket and threw it on the floor. My tank top was next to go, and then I wriggled out of my skirt until I was standing in front of him completely naked.