Page 30 of Life Lessons

Maybe he is right? Maybe I should be living my life? I take his words into my heart and hold them there. He has created his own special little place in my shattered heart and despite there being a big piece missing, I can feel him trying to heal me. The question is: can I let him?

“Do we have a bit longer to bounce?” I ask with a smile, not so subtly trying to change the subject.

“Anything for you, Little Bird.”

We bounce around for at least another hour, teaching each other tips and tricks, but generally just laughing together. After the serious heart-to-heart we had, I didn’t know if the night would ever be able to get back on track, but it did easily. Jett has this incredible ability to make me laugh and bring out the happiness in me. I love the fact I can do the same. His smile is gorgeous, and every time I watch him bounce or do a new trick my heart starts to race. If I was attracted to this man before, it has nothing on how I feel now. I can feel my body heating up, aching for him.

I love how relaxed he has been tonight. He hasn’t been afraid to touch me, kiss me, and flirt with me. I know we are far away from school and the chances of us being recognised are slim, but that has been the case on other dates, too. Yet, I’ve always felt he held back slightly. Like he was just that little bit more reserved, and now I know for sure because this is the real Jett. He is letting me have all of him, and I grab him with both fucking hands. I’m never letting go.

We reach his sleek black BMW and before I can open the door he has my back pinned against it, his body pressed flush against mine. I can feel the pink blush spreading across my cheeks as my whole body starts to heat up. It’s a cold, crisp January night, yet all I feel is warmth. One of his hands is resting on the top of the car beside my shoulder, but the other is gripping tightly onto my hip. I bite my lip in anticipation of his next move. It doesn’t take long for his lips to come crashing down onto mine. It’s hard and bruising, as he takes what he wants from me. My mouth opens, allowing his tongue the access he demands. Of course I let him, I willingly submit to the man who is claiming my body, but may also have my heart, too.

From the second his tongue passes my lips, he has me. I get lost in him. My hands wrap around his firm body, one hand reaching up underneath his t-shirt to feel the smooth skin across his lower back. My other hand reaches down and grabs hold of his firm ass, as I pull him towards me. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and it’s like I forget where we are, all rational thought leaves me and I am just consumed by my need for him.

He removes his lips from mine and chuckles at the little groan of frustration that escapes me. But, instead of returning his lips to mine like I want, he peppers little kisses along my jaw and down my neck, finding that sweet spot just above my collarbone that he knows has a direct line to my pussy. He sucks on it and my moan is wanton and far too inappropriate for the middle of a car park. Jett must be thinking the same thing as he reluctantly starts to pull away.

“Have you enjoyed our date, Little Bird?” he whispers in my ear. A bolt of electricity shoots straight to my pussy as shivers ripple down my spine. Just the feel of his breath on my ear does crazy things to my body.

“I did, I can’t wait to see what you plan next,” I whisper in his ear, as I return his gesture by peppering little kisses across his jaw.

“It will have to be something that’s as much of an adrenaline rush. Maybe go-karting?”

The second the words leave his lips, I freeze. My hands stop their gentle perusal of his body and I remain frozen. I’m sure to Jett I look like a deer in headlights and he pulls back slightly to look at me. Concern spreads across his face, but he knows better than to ask me about it. Instead he continues kissing my neck.

At first I remain still, unsure of what to say or do. I don’t want to sound irrational, but I feel like I have to explain. I can feel myself trying to find the words, but none come out.

“Sorry, it was stupid of me to suggest that. I wasn’t thinking. We will worry about that another day. But until then we are going to enjoy the rest of the night. Let’s pick up some take-out on the way home, and then I plan on fucking you all night. How does that sound?” he teases, and that’s all it takes to break the spell. My body shudders with a moan.

His lips connect with mine in a fast but passionate kiss, except I hold on, demanding more. “If you don’t let go of me, I am going to have to fuck you right here, bent over this car.”

I lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if that’s what I want?” My voice purrs and I love the shiver I feel coming from his hard muscles. His rock hard erection lets me know I have the right kind of effect on him, but it still shocks me that my words are able to give a guy like Jett shivers of pleasure.

Holding onto me, he opens the door and practically pushes me inside with a groan. As he walks away I hear him muttering about how I will be the death of him. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. This man really does make me feel alive, and I need to find a way to thank him. Surely, if we are in the car, he can’t argue.

As soon as he sits down behind the wheel and shuffles into position, I scoot to the edge of my seat. Before he even realises what I am doing, I reach over and push my hand down the front of his shorts. Grasping his rock hard cock, I set it free and admire the effect I’ve had on him. His cock is fully erect, the head bulbous and purple. It looks angry, like it’s been straining to get free for far too long. The tip has little beads of pre-cum seeping out, and they call to me.

“Abbie, what—” I cut off what I’m sure would be his reasons for behaving, but I don’t want to. I want to show him exactly what I want, which is why I grip firmly around his shaft and slowly start to pump him. It’s enough to replace his words with a groan.

Pumping his shaft a couple of times causes more pre-cum to pool on the tip. I lean over the middle of the car, ignoring the handbrake and the gear stick that are poking into me. I’m desperate to taste him. So, I waste no time running my tongue across the tip, loving the salty flavour of the pre-cum as I devour him. Jett’s moans echo around the car and it’s all the encouragement I need to open my mouth as wide as possible to take all of him.

On instinct, Jett’s hand goes to grab my hair, his way of taking control. At first he just holds me there, clearly not sure if we should continue or not. Fear of being caught is no doubt weighing on his mind, but I don’t give a shit, and I want him to get as lost in the moment as I am. So, I deliberately circle my tongue all around the head, making sure to flick it over the tip, before sucking my cheeks in hard.

“Fuck!” His groan of appreciation is like music to my ears. Now, instead of holding me still, his hand gently presses me down, encouraging me to take more into my mouth, which I happily do. I take him as far as I can, making sure to use all my tips and tricks to ensure he is having the best time. The deep rumbling growls and moans make his enjoyment very clear. I bob my head up and down on his cock, sucking him like he is the ice lolly I have been craving on a hot day.

When I finally pull my head up to catch my breath I look up at Jett with a little smile on my face, and his responding grin is pure sex. The cocky glare tells me that I have started something and he intends on finishing it. Something I am more than happy to encourage.

“You know, I’ve never been fucked in a car before,” I muse in my most seductive voice.

“Well, we better rectify that,” he declares as he pushes my head back down onto his cock. The little chuckle I release gets caught around his dick and clearly he likes the vibrations because I feel his body shudder and his erection gets impossibly bigger. Now that’s another move to store for later.

For a brief second it crosses my mind that maybe, just maybe, this experience will be able to erase the pure pain I feel from even being in a car. There’s a big part of me that is desperate to heal, but every time I try, the darkness creeps in. Except this time, I have Jett to help push it away. With him by my side, maybe I can finally start to heal. The first step in that journey is letting him fuck my brains out in this car. So, whenever I step foot into a car in future, instead of feeling fear and pain, all I will see is him and this perfect moment.

Pushing away from my desk, I groan in frustration. The words on my laptop have all begun to blur into one and there’s not enough coffee on this entire campus to give me enough shits to finish these damn spreadsheets. It’s not like I can get any even if I wanted to; the cafeteria has long since closed, given the late hour, and I reckon the beverage assistants would spit in my cup if I woke them up now. There’s an annual, valid reason I leave my pre-mock reports until the very last minute, and that’s the date. February fucking 14th. The mere thought of this obnoxious holiday makes me cringe; the flowers, the presents, the pressure. The fact I have a love interest this year should have made it less sickening, but if anything, it’s worse. So much fucking worse.

Stretching my arms above my head, I roll my neck and pull myself back towards the desk. I’ve been at this shitshow for a whole hour now, surely it’s time to take a break from predicting what these little dicks will score in their next round of mock exams in March. I can only type D’s and E’s so many times before I feel like hanging myself with my tie.

Logging out of the school’s server, I open my private porn stash and click on the one that’s been holding my fascination lately. The heiress and her private tutor. I can’t imagine why, but it’s all I can think about every day in class while Nightingale is in the back row, glancing up at me from under her lashes as my dick strains against my zipper. Every time I have her, the thirst in me grows stronger. Only she can sate it, yet it’s never enough. I need my fix of her more and more often.

The scene on the screen plays out, but I’m barely looking at it anymore. My hand rubs my growing shaft through my slacks, my eyes becoming unfocused. The moans leaking out of the computer speakers fill my classroom, the sound of skin slapping on skin like music to my daydream. There’s a faint knock I barely pick up on as I grip my cock painfully tight.

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