Page 36 of Life Lessons

Keeping hold of my hand, he sits down on the floor in front of me, and picks up my other hand. I know he is discreetly checking for injuries, but I am enjoying the warmth of his hand on mine, and so I don’t say anything. His piercing hazel eyes stare at me, and all of a sudden I feel naked, like he can see into my very soul.

“Have you ever done this before?” I don’t need him to elaborate, I just nod my head in confirmation.

There’s no point in me keeping any more secrets, not when they are all coming out anyway. Keeping my head down, averting my eyes from seeing the pain I’m about to put on his face, my voice is barely above a whisper as I voice another of my secrets.

“It started after I lost Tillie. I was so consumed by her death and by the guilt I felt that I didn’t know how to cope. I tried all the things my counsellors said, even things I had read about on the internet, but none of them helped. I was drowning. Until one day, completely by accident, I cut myself while shaving my legs. As the blood dripped out of the cut I was mesmerised. It was like I was watching my pain literally ooze out of me. I can’t explain it, or tell you why it made me feel better, but it did. So I started to cut. Only small to start off with, just a drop of blood here and there. Nothing that would be noticeable or leave a scar. But then it became like an addiction, like I needed more. I progressed to actually slicing my thighs, my arms, anywhere I could hide. I was very careful not to leave any scars. But it had never been about death, until today. Cutting was about dealing with my pain. Don’t get me wrong, of course I thought about ending things, about not having to live without her anymore. But I never linked cutting to ending it all. It’s like they were different somehow. Maybe that’s what stopped me from really cutting today? All I know is that I wanted to die.”

Silence fills the room, and I can’t bring myself to look up. Not until I feel a soft splash of water on my wrist do I finally look up. I can’t believe that the gorgeous, broody asshole in front of me is crying, for me. His eyes are red, but the pain is evident.

“I can’t lose you, Little Bird. I wouldn’t survive it. I know you are lost right now, but if you let me, I can help. I’m not saying I can make you forget about the past, but I can help you find happiness in a new life,” he whispers, his voice raspy from his tears.

“What if I want you to make me forget?” I ask, my eyes pleading. I don’t give him a chance to think, I simply throw myself into his arms, knowing full well that he will catch me. I plaster my lips against his, and although I can feel some hesitation, he soon gives me what I want. His lips part and my tongue wastes no time in mixing with his. He tastes like home.

When our tongues meet it’s like we are both electrocuted and the need to be with each other is overwhelming. Before I even know what is happening, Jett scoops me up in his arms and stands, trying desperately not to break our kiss. I instantly throw my arms around his neck, threading my fingers into his soft locks, before gripping them tightly. His responding hiss just reaffirms how much he loves it when I get a little rough.

Strangely, I’m used to us pulling each other’s hair, teeth clashing, ripping each other’s clothes off as we take what we need from each other in raw passion, but that’s not what this is. It feels out of place to be rough with Jett, when he is handling me like I am precious cargo. Normally, he would throw me onto the bed, but this time he lays me down gently, before slowly climbing on top of me and kissing me. It feels different, but it also feels more, so much more.

We take our time just kissing, and feeling the warmth from each other’s bodies. His hands roam all over my body, but never where I want them, and they don’t even try to go underneath my clothes. It doesn’t take long for my body to start to hum for him, and I reach down to drag his t-shirt over his head. He lets me, and as soon as my hand connects with his skin, I begin craving more.

Lightly grazing my fingers up his back, I feel Jett shudder beneath me, as he begins to pepper kisses down my neck and across my collar bone. He reaches that spot on my neck that he knows drives me crazy and he sucks down on it hard, hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe it’s his way of showing the world that I belong to him?

My moan fills the room and the harder he sucks the more my body bucks upwards in a desperate attempt to meet with him. I feel his hard cock straining beneath the dark jeans he’s wearing, and I’m desperate to reach in and free it. As one of my hands snakes in between our bodies, my intentions clear, he grabs hold of my hand and gently but firmly brings it above my head, pinning it there.

With his free hand, he slowly pulls the cami t-shirt I’m wearing up and he reveals that I’m not wearing a bra. My nipples stand peaked, straining from all the attention the sweet spot on my neck has been receiving. Jett kisses around my belly button piercing before looking up at me with that devilish glint in his eyes that I have come to love. I just manage to catch the hint of a smirk before his lips encase my right nipple and as he begins to suck on it, his hand gently tugs and flicks at my left one.

The sensations assault my body and a guttural moan fills my room as I take little pants, desperate to catch my breath but loving his touch. He is the only man who has ever known how to touch me in the most perfect way. As his lips and fingers alternate between my nipples, his hand that was locking my wrist in place above my head becomes free and he slowly traces his hand down my body and into the sleep shorts I am wearing.

Gently, like it is my first time, he slowly dips his finger past my pussy lips and lazily drags it along the length of my slit. My body hums for him and I can’t help the groan of desperation that leaves my lips. He continues doing a few more lazy strokes, driving me crazy, before finally finding my waiting entrance. He gently dips the tip of his finger into my pussy and his deep rumbling groan masks my own.

“Fuck, Little Bird, you are so wet. Is it all for me?” he whispers in my ear with his gravelly voice that makes me wetter. Such a stupid question.

“Always! It’s all for you. I am all yours,” I say, looking him deep into his eyes, hoping he can hear the words I don’t quite have the courage to say right now. But given the way his eyes shine, I think he knows.

“I belong to you too, you know. I would be nothing without you,” he states firmly, and it’s so weird to hear those words. I can hear the conviction and I know he really does mean them. But I just can’t understand what a gorgeous, successful, smart, kind man like Jett would want with a kid like me. Other than sex, obviously. But I can’t even convince myself that this is just about sex, it’s so much more.

As we stare into each other’s eyes, it’s like his broken soul connects with mine and we both can feel the emotion behind our unsaid words. Three words, eight letters. It may sound easy. But I’ve never said the words before and I don’t want him to think I’m only saying it because of sex. When I say it for the first time, I want him to be sure I mean it. So I will wait, and for now I will tell him with my body.

Slowly his fingers work their way into my soaked pussy, and I cling onto Jett for dear life as the sensations from his multiple attacks on my body begin to overwhelm me. Every nerve ending is on fire, and my heart races as my body chases that peak. As Jett pistons his fingers in and out, slowly and lazily, it drives me crazy with need.

“Please, faster. I need more, Jett. Please,” I beg, my words flowing out quickly and are filled with desperation.

“Shush, Little Bird. I will give you what you want, but you have to be patient,” he says with that smirk back on his face. But before I can protest and argue with him, he hooks his fingers in exactly the right direction and finds my illustrious G-spot. He hits it just right and my body shoots upwards, right into his hard muscles.

His fingers move quickly now that he has found what he was looking for, and with each thrust I feel like I can’t catch my breath. In between moans and begging for more, I take little pants, but it is not enough. I feel that high building and I’m desperately chasing after it. My body is like a volcano, building and building up until it is ready to erupt.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh shit. Please, Jett. Please, baby. I need…I need…more. I am going to come,” I shout, not caring who can hear. I’m not even thinking logically, I’m just desperate for my release.

“Look at me, Abbie. You can come but only if you keep looking into my eyes. I want to watch you fall apart, but I also want you to see that when you fall, I will catch you. I will always be there to catch you,” he growls and without waiting for me to respond, he speeds up the pistoning of his fingers into my dripping, desperate pussy.

I do as he instructs, making sure to keep my eyes open as I fall apart on this beautiful man’s fingers. His mouth meets mine just in time to swallow my cries of pleasure, as I moan and shout about him making me come.

As I come down from my high, I take a moment to catch my breath while Jett peppers little kisses across my chest. He is slow to remove his fingers and as the final tip leaves, I feel empty, like I am missing a piece of me. Him.

With that devilish smile on his face, he brings his fingers up to his lips and slowly he licks my glistening juices off his fingers. Once they are clean he wastes no time pressing his lips against mine. I love the taboo of it as I taste my own juices mixed in with that taste that is all Jett. Taboo kind of sums up our relationship well. Students and teachers together are forbidden. Age gap romances are frowned upon. Yet we belong together. I can feel it in my soul, no matter what anyone else says.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask with that sweet, tempting voice I know drives him crazy but he shakes his head to say no. I can’t help but frown. I want to feel all of him inside me.

Before I can protest, he whispers in my ear, “I am going to make love to you, Abbie. I am going to show you just how much we belong together.”

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