Make Me Bad: Private Lessons (2 page)

Luc tears at my nylons and I feel them rip apart against my
thighs. His hands slide over my heated skin, and I love it. I love the way his
fingers expertly skim up my inner thighs, and pull down my thong with such
authority. A gasp escapes my lips as his fingers slip between my pink folds, I
can feel how wet I am for him. I'm so aroused I start to tremble
uncontrollably, my nerves overloaded with anticipation of eminent pleasure. My
legs feel weak and I throw my arms around Luc's neck to hold myself up as his
fingers begin to caress my clit. It feels so fucking good. The buildup of watching
him and pining for him all night, all week, has made me more than ready for
this moment. Luc groans again when he realizes the same thing; I am more than
ready for him to be inside me.

But first he slips a finger inside me, and swirls it around
gently, teasing me as his tongue pushes into my mouth. He works his finger and
tongue in tandem, already he’s unlike any man that I’ve ever been with and my
body knows it. I can feel the wetness beginning to run down my inner thighs and
onto his hands as he spreads me open to fit a second finger inside me. I wrap
my arms around him even tighter, bearing my weight around his shoulders
completely, unable to stand on my own two feet. He kisses my neck, his tongue licking
hungrily up the back of it, nibbling on the sensitive skin of my ear lobe.

Not that I’ve been with many men, and never the sort of
real
man I consider Luc to be, but he has me feeling so naive, so innocent again.
Up until now I’ve only been with all-too-eager horny college boys who’ve rammed
their tongues into my mouth and screwed like jack rabbits. But this...is an
experience I can never come back from, I know that this man is going to ruin me
forever.

I slide my hands up around Luc’s back, trailing my nails against
the back of his neck and I feel him shiver slightly. I feel empowered by this
small reaction from him. I've never felt this kind of thrill before, and knowing
I have sexual power over an older man is tantalizing beyond belief. I tangle my
fingers in Luc’s wild and curly hair, something I’ve fantasized about doing
since I first set eyes on him.

As Luc’s hands continue to explore my pussy, his mouth
trails down my exposed neck and across the skin of my chest just above my boat
neck collar. He quickly tugs my dress down, and expertly pops my breasts out of
my bra.

Oh my god. The smell of my own sex on his hand drives me
wild and makes my clit practically ache with need. I try to slow my breathing
but it's no use, and my heart is beating so fast I feel like it's going to
explode.

His hands go south again, and with his full soft lips, he
draws in one of my nipples, sucking softly before pulling it gently between his
teeth. The sensation is incredible and I can feel my nipple harden in his warm
mouth. He sucks and pulls at it again, rimming my hard nipple with his silky
tongue before taking my other breast in his mouth.

“Luc,” I moan, unable to control myself, wanting him more
than I ever wanted anything in my life. I literally feel like I will die if he
doesn’t enter me, and I can already feel my body on the brink of a powerful
orgasm.

And then I surprise myself again by doing something I would
never normally do. I slide my hands down his chest and to his belt. I fumble
with the buckle, and mercifully I am able to undo it. I can feel Luc smile
against me, and he begins making slow deliberate circles around my clit with
the pads of his fingers.

Oh. God. It feels so fucking good.

I yank his buttons open and pull down his fly, my hands
desperate to touch him. I slip his boxers over his cock, and take his thick
girth in my hands. He feels so warm and solid against my palm. I feel him
pulsing and throbbing within my grasp and I want him in the most primal of
ways. I want to wrap my mouth around his gorgeous cock, suck him until he explodes
deep within my throat and keep sucking him until there's nothing left. I want
all of him.

But Luc has other plans and I know we don’t really have much
time.

He quickly reaches down into one of his pockets and pulls
out a small foil wrapper. He deftly tears it open and in record time has it
rolled down his impressive length.

He hoists me up against the wall in his strong arms, and I
wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, as he
effortlessly supports my weight.

He holds my sopping wet slit just above his throbbing cock,
rubbing his head along my slick folds, teasing me, and torturing me in the most
exquisite way. I pull him close and crush my lips against his, pushing my
tongue into his mouth, letting him know how much I need him inside me. Without
wasting another moment he starts to push inside of me, stretching me open,
filling me up inch by inch. I cry out from the sensation, my muscles clenching
tightly around Luc, making him growl with pleasure. Panting, he drives into me
again, further and further into the depths of me with each thrust, and I love
it. I hear my breath coming out in ragged gasps, and I clutch tightly to him,
my mind and body overcome.

All I can focus on is the feeling of every ridge and vein of
his cock as he squeezes into my tight flesh, parting me like no man has ever
done before. Luc pushes into me again and again, and my body thuds softly
against the restroom door. I can feel the pleasure building between my thighs,
and then before I can even process what my body is doing, I succumb to my
orgasm and explode around Luc, coming hard and crying out as I orgasm unlike
anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Luc is still inside me, and I can feel my inner muscles
flutter and spasm against him. He makes a deep, animalistic sound in his
throat, and then he thrusts two more times, harder and deeper than before, and
I feel him twitch and throb within me. He gasps, and then lazily pushes inside
me three more times, spilling the last of his seed, before he gently lowers my
legs to the ground.

I can’t tell if my head is fuzzier now than it was before,
but my legs are so weak I can barely stand.

Luc pulls out of me, and then turns his back to me as he disposes
of the used condom in the garbage behind him. I busy myself with fixing my
outfit and hair as he pulls up and zips his pants.

My nylons are ruined, and my thong is ripped but I don’t
really care. In fact, I’m not exactly sure how I feel at the moment. I slip off
my boots and then pull off my trashed nylons and throw them in the garbage. I
fix my underwear, straighten my dress, and then step to the mirror so I can fix
my collar and my hair.

I don’t quite recognize the girl in the mirror. I don't know
the girl who would do what I just did.

My hair is mussed up in a sexy kind of way, and I smooth it
down just a bit so I’m not completely rocking that just-fucked look. My blue
eyes are bright and sparkly, and my cheeks are flushed and rosy in a kind of
way that can’t be imitated by any amount of makeup.

I wonder if I should feel dirty or scandalized?

Because I don’t.

I feel empowered.

I feel older.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like a
woman.

Luc comes up behind me, also cleaned up and pulled together.

“That was amazing,” he whispers.

I turn around and smile at him. Will things be different
between us now? Not we were really
anything
before, but I’m not sure
what to expect now.

“See you back out there.” He grabs my hand and squeezes it
before unlocking the door and leaving me alone in the bathroom.

“Oh my god.” I whisper happily to myself. All of a sudden I
picture my mother’s face and I quickly push it out of my mind. My mother would
have a heart attack if she knew what I had just done. And in addition to that,
she would absolutely freak out and give me a load about, “What if the media
found out?”

I ignore the imaginary voice of my mother in my head,
quickly check myself in the mirror again, and hurry back out into the hallway.
My eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and I can see what's left of our group
still sitting at the table. Luc is sitting down now, jovially carrying on with
the other people at the table.

I come up to the table, pull out my seat and quietly sit
down. Luc gives me a smoldering look and then carries on with his conversation.
No one seems to notice anything, especially Cleo who grins innocently at me and
then returns to her conversation with Philippe.

I try to focus on the conversations around me but it’s
impossible after what has just happened with Luc.

I am in shock.

I just had sex with my older, very mysterious, very sexy
music professor.

In a café.

In Paris.

As I relive our tryst in my mind, and feel the cool air
against my now-bare legs, I don’t notice as Luc waves over our sulky waiter.
Luc begins a conversation with him, and then I take notice, realizing that this
is now the second time that I’ve heard Luc converse in French. I know basic
French, enough to get around the city, but Luc seems to be fluent, which only
adds to his mystery and sex appeal.

I feel my heart sink as Luc puts a stack of Euros down on
the table and excuses himself without so much as a glance my way.

What?

The others just wave him off, but flustered, and still a
little tipsy, I stand up. I’m not sure where Luc is staying exactly, but I know
that it’s only one or two blocks from the flat I share with Cleo.

“Umm, want me to walk with you?” I ask, suddenly feeling
very silly in front of everyone.

Luc gives me a quick shake of his head, and I instantly feel
incredibly embarrassed. Why is he leaving already? Does he not want my company?

I’m clearly reading into things way too much because I
barely know Luc and we’ve only spoken a few times. In fact, our classes at NYU
Paris just started three days ago.

Luc slyly winks at me and flashes me his sexy half smile,
then he bids the table good night and disappears out into the cold night.

“That is one hot teacher.” Ava observes, taking a sip of her
Pinot Noir.

I've known Ava vaguely from our music classes at NYU, and so
far I am enjoying being in Paris with her. But right now, I want nothing more
than to go back to my flat and go to bed. The last thing I want to do is hear
about her crushing on Luc too. I suddenly start to feel sick from all the wine,
and while I don’t regret what has just happened, I know that I'm going to have
some pretty clear and sober thoughts about it in the morning.

Cleo is still whispering with Philippe, but I don’t care.

“Cleo, I’m really ready to go.” I say, pulling my hat out of
my purse.

“Really?” she asks, clearly
not
ready to go.

“Yes.”

“Actually, I’m ready to go, too.” Ava says, standing up.

Her roommate Grace stands also. “Me too.” she says.

Ava smiles at me. “We’ll walk you back to your place.”

“Thanks.” I say, forcing a polite smile. Not that I don't
feel comfortable walking around by myself at night, but when we all go out we
try not to leave anyone out alone. I turn to Cleo. “Are you going to be
alright?”

She waves me off, her green eyes bright with alcohol and the
thrill of the hunt. “We’ll be fine. See you later!”

Ava, Grace and I make our way out of the café and out onto
the darkened streets of Paris. We talk about our classes the next afternoon,
but I can’t actually recall any specifics of the conversation. I wave goodbye
to them at my door and before I know it, I’m ready for bed. I remember to take
two Advil and I drink a big glass of water.

Mercifully, I’m asleep in minutes.

“Ugggh.” I moan, rolling over in my warm comfortable bed.
Something woke me but I’m not sure what. Then I hear it and feel it again – my
phone vibrating under my pillow.

“Hello?” I croak into the phone. I’m not sure what time it
is, but I can see the sunlight peeking through my window.

“Hi honey!” my mom says cheerfully. She pauses. “Did I wake
you?”

“Umm, yeah, but that’s okay. Hi Mom.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was that early over there.”

I glance at the clock. It’s nearly eleven in the morning,
Paris time.

“It’s not that early Mom.” I say, my voice sounding slightly
more normal.

I have a splitting headache, so much for Advil.

“Daddy and I were just getting ready to go out to dinner and
I thought I would give you a call to say hi.”

I sit up in bed, trying to focus on my mom’s voice. Aside
from the killer headache, I think I feel all right. It’s clear I’m going to
need to build up my tolerance for wine or it's going to be a long semester.

“Thanks, Mom. That was sweet of you to check up on me. Sorry
I haven’t called since we arrived. Everything is really great, actually.”