Make Me Bad: Private Lessons (25 page)

Until now, I’ve been somewhat in
control, but I suddenly lose all restraint and my greedy hands move down her
stomach and push against the thin material of her panties. Maddie’s gasps of
pleasure encourage me and I slide my hand inside, strumming my fingers along
her pink and perfect sex.

I want Maddie. All of her. Every
inch of her. In every possible way.

As much as I would love to tease
her now, I don’t have the patience. I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her
wetness and feeling her tighten around me. She pulls at my fingers with her
fluttering inner muscles, beckoning them to stay buried in her warmth and my
dick twitches.

I push my fingers in and out,
kissing Maddie and she whispers my name into my mouth. Her breathing is coming
in fast and shallow pants, and it takes me a second to realize that she’s
already nearing an orgasm.

Excitedly, I rip her panties in two
to better service her, and I continue to fuck her with my fingers as I rub her
clit in small, circular motions. She continues to ride against me; her head
tilted back, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Don’t stop, Luc. Don’t stop,” she
murmurs. “I’m almost there.”

I can’t take my eyes off Maddie, my
own arousal building as I watch her. More than anything I want to make her
come. I want to watch her explode and fall apart on my lap.

Moments later, I get my wish.

With a gut-wrenching cry, she
comes, bucking on my lap. I help her ride it out and watch her intently as she
experiences the best pleasure possible. She’s beautiful as she orgasms, her
eyes flashing blue and her hair a shock of dark against her skin.

She finally collapses and I hold
her against me tightly, letting her warm breath fall across my neck and heat me
further.

We stay like that for a few minutes
and Maddie finally begins to stir again. She looks at me, tenderly removing the
glasses from my face, and setting them down on the side table. She cups my face
so gently, that at first I’m not sure if she’s even touching me. The look in
her eyes is so full of love I want to look away. I don’t deserve this kind of tenderness,
especially from someone as wonderful as Maddie.

“Luc,” she whispers, “I love you.”

And because I know it too, I say
the words back to her.

“I love you, too.”

Whether it’s wrong or it’s right, I
can’t help it and I know she can’t either. She lowers her mouth and kisses me
softly. I kiss her back harder, grasping her closer to me, feeling my body come
back to life as the desire between us intensifies.

I want to take her back to the
bedroom and make love to her properly, but I’m too lazy and I honestly can’t
wait that long. I continue to kiss her, fumbling with my pants. She realizes
what I’m doing and she pulls at my shirt, un-tucking it and pulling it over my
head, before unbuttoning my pants.

I groan when my cock breaks free,
hard and ready for Maddie. I reach into my pocket to pull out a foil wrapper. I
was prepared this time.

I don’t even bother pulling my
pants down any further. Instead, I grip Maddie by her hips and pull her towards
me. She helps, balancing her weight and hovering just above me as I swiftly
roll down the condom.

“Now,” I gasp and she sinks onto
me. I cry out like a wild animal, tightly gripping the flesh of her hips.

“Argh!” she cries, as I thrust my
hips up, driving myself further into her. I’m in incredibly deep and she rocks
back and forth trying to adjust to the depth.

“Oh god,” she moans, sliding off me
and dipping back down. I steady her hips, taking control of her movements, dictating
her speed and depth.  She wantonly moans my name, which only makes me thrust
harder.

She feels so incredible wrapped
around me – warm, snug and wet. She clenches her inner muscles, squeezing at me
and driving me wild with lust.

“Maddie!” I gasp. “I’m not going to
last if you keep doing that.”

“Oh?” she taunts, a seductive gleam
in her eye as she takes control, riding me and clenching around me even more
tightly.

“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted
teeth. I feel myself twitch and I see Maddie look triumphant as she realizes
that I’m going to lose control to her. I feel myself jerk within her and then
I’m gone, exploding inside her.

“Oh!” she cries out as I pulse deep
inside her. I can focus on nothing else but the waves of pleasure. Maddie
continues to clench at me until she’s squeezed every drop from me.

“Maddie,” I murmur, burying my head
in her shoulder and sighing, my breath ragged.

I don’t remember falling asleep,
but I must have, because when I wake my neck is stiff, and I realize I’m
straddling Luc and my head is resting against his shoulder.

“Hi sleepyhead,” he says softly,
brushing some hair out of my face.

“Did I fall asleep? I’m sorry. How
long was I sleeping?”

“It’s fine. You only slept for
about an hour.”

I clumsily pull one of my legs over
his body, trying to gracefully move onto the couch. I’m only wearing my boots.

Classy.

“Sorry,” I mutter, moving onto the
couch next to him. I slip off my boots, and curl up against him, grabbing a
blanket from the back of the sofa and pulling it over me.

“Covering up?” he teases.

I don’t know why I feel modest
sometimes. Luc has seen everything, but I always feel especially exposed and
vulnerable after we have sex.

“How about a shower?” he asks,
pulling the cover over himself so he’s buried beneath along with me.

“Sure.” A shower sounds wonderful
actually.

We sit under the blanket for a few
more moments before Luc pushes the blanket off us, and stands, pulling his
pants back on and buttoning them. The more disheveled he is, the hotter he
looks. He holds his hand out to me and I take it and follow him back to the
bathroom.

Luc starts the shower and pulls off
his clothes, not seeming bothered by his nakedness in the least. I watch the
show, enjoying every moment and he laughs when he catches me staring at him hungrily.
I follow him into the shower and moan softly as Luc gently begins to rub down
my body with soapy lather. His hands are strong and purposeful, and though it’s
not his intention, I’m becoming aroused.

He lathers his hands with shampoo
and gently begins to wash my hair.

“Oh my gosh,” I moan as he scrubs
my scalp. It feels so good. He rinses, and then conditions my hair, and by the
time he’s finished, I want him so desperately that I’m ready to jump out of my
skin.

Luckily, Luc feels the same way and
we have an encore of our couch performance against the steamy shower doors.

It figures that now Luc and I are
on the same page, time seems to be rushing by. Another week comes and goes, and
we are down to our last ten days in Paris. The thought is depressing, even
though I miss my family.

Cleo seems to be depressed about
leaving Paris too, and she flops down on the couch next to me when I come back
in from my private lesson with Luc. If Luc hadn’t a meeting to attend after our
private lesson, I would probably be roaming the streets with him now.

“I’m not ready to go home, are
you?” she asks dejectedly, running her fingers through her long ponytail.

“No. I’m not.” I gaze out at the
Eiffel Tower. Who would ever want to leave when they had this view?

“I think I got too involved with
Philippe.”

I look over at her and she does
look incredibly sad.

“Oh, Cleo.” I put my arm around her
and hug her. She hastily wipes away a tear and lets out a rough laugh.

“My own fault. I’m the one who said
we shouldn’t get attached, and then I go and get attached.”

“What about Philippe? Does he feel
the same way?”

Cleo gives a little shrug. “He’s
sad about it, but I don’t think he’s as upset as I am. He says he wants to come
to New York in the summer with some friends, but who knows?”

The summer is a long way off and I
feel for Cleo.

“Did you guys really have a good
connection?” I can’t help but asking.  Cleo had treated things so casually. I
should have known better, paid closer attention, but then again I’ve been so
caught up with Luc.

“It just started out as purely physical,
but yeah, I think we’ve really connected. We have fun together. I mean, don’t
get me wrong, we have sex pretty much every single time I see him – but that’s
normal, right? I mean, don’t you and Luc do it pretty much every time you’re
together?”

For some reason, what I have with
Luc seems so sacred compared to other relationships. I don’t know why I should
think that my relationship is any better than Cleo’s, but I like to think that what
Luc and I have is about more than sex. When Cleo phrases it that way though, I
can’t deny it. We
do
have sex every time we are together.

I squirm on the couch,
uncomfortable with where this conversation is going. Luc and I are definitely
about more than sex. I’m not sure how to phrase it tactfully to Cleo. Plus, I’m
uncomfortable talking about sex in general, even with my best friend.

“Yes, we have had sex every time,
except for once when we were fighting. But we’re in those early stages, you
know? And I don’t get to see him as much, so we have to make the most of our
time.”

Cleo gives me a sour look. “Are you
really going to argue with me and try to tell me that your relationship is
about more than sex?”

Here we go. I knew she would get
defensive.

“Our relationship
is
about
more than sex.”

Cleo rolls her eyes.

“It is,” I say defensively. “Why
the hell else would we have gotten back together?” But I know how Cleo is going
to respond before the words are out of my mouth.

“The sex!”

“Look, the sex is definitely hot.
Okay, it’s more than hot. It’s indescribable. But that doesn’t mean that all it’s
about the sex. We want to be with each other. We’re going out of our way to be
with each other even though it’s going to make our lives more difficult. We
want a future.”

Cleo just stares at me for a
moment, then she smiles. “If you say so.”

I don’t want to feel pissed off,
but I do. I feel like Cleo isn’t taking me seriously. But then again, I don’t
have anything to prove to anybody. I decide to change the subject.

“So what will your family do for
Christmas? It’s hard to believe it’s only a few weeks away.”

“I know,” she sighs. “I need to
finish my shopping. I want to buy all my gifts before we go home.” She
stretches her legs out, examining her pants. “We’ll do Christmas Eve at my
aunt’s like always, but my parents are hosting Christmas this year. They just
renovated the bottom half of the house, so they want to show it off.”

I’ve been to Cleo’s house a few
times over the years. The train ride from New York to Philadelphia is only
ninety-minutes. Her parents own a beautiful, cozy house nestled in the suburbs.

“You’re planning on staying in New
York after graduation, right?” she suddenly asks.

“I think so. Yes, I’m pretty sure.
I don’t know where else I could make my music.”

She nods. “I’m leaning towards
staying in New York too. Maybe I’ll see if I can make it. If not, I can always
head home to Philly and try to teach music or something like that.”

The prospect of Cleo staying with
me in New York is comforting. “I’d love that. And then I wouldn’t have to look
for a new roommate!”

“Well, you’re stuck with me for now!”
she laughs, getting off the couch. “Come on. We’re running out of time in
Paris. Let’s go out drinking!”

“What? Now? It’s only four in the
afternoon! On a weekday!”

“Exactly,” she smiles. “That means
we have hours and hours to have a good time! And it won’t be as crowded.”