Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER TEN

“I’m staying over! I don’t care what you say!” I hissed into the phone, peeking around the corner into the living room where Erica and her dad were sitting on the couch watching John Carpenter’s Vampires. Erica had her face buried against his shoulder, clutching his shirt, and I just knew I was missing a good part.

My mother sighed. “You haven’t been home on a weekend for a month, now! I don’t like how much time you’re spending over there lately.”

“But—”

She interrupted me, using her fed-up tone. “Leah, come home! Your senior project is over. There’s no reason for you to be there all weekend. You stayed last night. You can come home tonight.”

“Fine,” I said coldly. “We’re watching a movie. I’ll be home at midnight.” I hung up without saying goodbye, glaring at the phone as I set it back in the cradle, daring it to ring, but it didn’t.

When I joined them on the couch, I slid into the spot on the other side of Mr. Nolan.

“Problems?” He frowned at me.

I shrugged. “She wants me home tonight.”

“Aww!” Erica pouted. “We were gonna go to IHOP in the morning for waffles!”

“Don’t rub it in.” I picked at imaginary lint on my jeans. “I’ll just come over in the morning.”

Mr. Nolan’s hand moved over mine, squeezing briefly before letting go.

“I’m sure your mother just misses you.”

“I guess.” I shrugged again and curled my feet under me, pretending to watch the movie, but I couldn’t concentrate. All day, I had thought about nothing else but how I was going to sneak into Mr. Nolan’s room tonight after Erica was asleep, and now my own mother had foiled my plans!

“I’m gonna make popcorn.” I got up. “Want some?”

Mr. Nolan’s eyes met mine. “I’ll help you.”

“And leave me here alone!?” Erica gulped. “Hello! Vampires!”

“They won’t bite you.” I grinned from the doorway. “They’re not into fast food.”

“Bitch!” She laughed, throwing a pillow at me. I caught it and stuck my tongue out at her, throwing it back.

“Okay, girls!” Mr. Nolan pushed me towards the kitchen. “Erica, just call me if it gets too scary.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, drawing her knees up to her chin and tucking her feet in close to her body. “But hurry up!”

I was already opening the cupboard, stretching up to get the popcorn from the top shelf, when I felt him press me into the counter, pulling my hair aside so he could kiss my neck and shoulder.

He nuzzled my ear. “I want you so bad, I can’t stand it.” The words made me melt and I turned in his arms, my lips meeting his, our mouths soft, wet heat as our tongues met. His thigh pressed hard between my legs and I squeezed it, wishing I was wearing a skirt again so he could touch me. I rocked my clit back and forth over the seam of my jeans as I rubbed my pussy against his leg.

“I want to stay the night,” I whispered into his ear, pouting, feeling his hands moving behind me, under my shirt, touching skin.

“I know.” He squeezed me close with a sigh. His hand slipped under the waistband of my jeans, tugging at my panties. “I want you to.”

“I can’t stand not being with you.” I reached between us and rubbed my hand over the bulge in his crotch. There was too much fabric separating us and I strained against it.

“I know, I know.” He drew a shaky breath and then kissed me again, squeezing my ass as I rubbed my hand between his legs, creating a delicious friction.

“Hurry, you guys!” Erica called and I jumped, we both did, moving quickly apart.

“Popcorn,” he said, as if reminding us both, and I grabbed the Orville Redenbacher container while he plugged the air-popper in.

“Where’s the butter?” I asked in front of the open fridge as he poured seeds into the top of the machine.

He reached his arm around me, opening a little door on the side. “In here.” I caught his arm, taking the butter and turning his hand up to kiss it. He watched me, his eyes following the path my tongue started to make-little circles over his palm, then tracing up toward the soft pads of his fingers. His face looked pained when I took his index finger into my mouth and sucked it gently, rolling my tongue around the tip.

“Leah,” he whispered, watching his finger disappear into my mouth. “Oh god.”

And then we were pressed together again, kissing and touching, the soft sounds of our hungry mouths and groping hands lost in the whir of the air-popper. He was grabbing my ass, lifting me, pulling me in to his crotch, and I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved me up onto the kitchen counter.

“Please, oh, please,” I whispered as his hands moved under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples through my bra. My pussy was throbbing, a thick pulse between my legs, and I squeezed the butter so hard as we kissed that I left fingerprints in it.

I dropped the butter to the floor when his thumb moved over the seam of my jeans, rubbing my pussy through the thick material, and I moaned into his mouth, rocking with the rhythm of his hands. I unsnapped and unzipped him quickly, wiggling my hand in, finding his thick, hard length and rubbing it.

“Oh baby.” He cupped my mound and squeezed my nipple hard as I tugged on him. Behind us, the popcorn was popping, snapping loudly as each kernel opened up. “Oh fuck.”

“Yes!” I whispered, biting at his neck. “Fuck me, Rob.” The sound of the words, coupled with his name in my mouth, felt so adult, and he looked at me, his eyes searching mine. “Please!” I begged him, squeezing his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. “Fuck me, right here, right now.”

He groaned, breathless, and pulled back, shaking his head. “Leah… no… we can’t.”

I sighed as he turned and started straightening, zipping and snapping, and I felt such an incredible longing I almost couldn’t stand it. I took a knife and cut the stick of butter violently in half, peeling off the paper and putting it into a dish to melt it in the microwave.

“I’m sorry.” He met my eyes as he held the bowl of popcorn out for the butter. I poured it on with a shrug.

“Never mind.” I shook my head. “You’re right.”

“Daddy!” Erica screamed from the other room, startling us both. “He’s the vampire, you idiots! Oh my god!”

I grinned, shaking some salt on the popcorn. “You better go save her.” He leaned over and nuzzled my ear. “I’d rather save you.”

“I don’t know if I can be saved,” I replied with a little smile, feeling a twinge of guilt as I headed back to the living room. Erica was squealing at the bloodbath on the screen, half covering her eyes, but peeking out between her fingers. Mr. Nolan sat between us again with the popcorn on his knees and we all reached into the buttery softness at once.

“Did we miss anything?” His hand brushed mine in the bowl, making me tingle.

Erica started talking, explaining plot points, but I was lost already—lost in the hard edge of his jaw as he chewed his popcorn and the way the cuff of his sleeve pulled up to reveal the dark hairs on his forearm and the curved wrinkles around his mouth when he smiled over at me.

I don’t know how much of the rest of the movie I actually saw. If someone had asked me to tell them about it, I couldn’t have. Luckily, Erica was asleep, curled up in the corner of the sofa, her head resting on the arm, and Mr. Nolan didn’t seem interested in asking me about the movie as he stopped the tape and pushed ‘rewind’ on the remote.

“It’s eleven,” he whispered, glancing over at Erica, who snorted and shifted a little in her sleep. “Did you tell your mom midnight?” I sighed, nodding. “I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t want you to go,” he agreed, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.

His lips brushed over my forehead, but I tilted my face up to him for more, letting out a soft whimper. He kissed me, just touching his mouth to mine, our lips buttery still from the popcorn.

“I want you,” I breathed, taking his hand and putting it over my breast. He shook his head, but his fingers found my nipple, making it hard under my t-shirt as he rubbed it. “Please… we have an hour.”

“Erica,” he reminded me as I slid my hand between his legs, finding him already hard under the thick material. When I rubbed there, he shifted, his cock straining under the denim.

“She sleeps like the dead,” I murmured, grazing my nails over his crotch, arching against his hand. My pussy was so wet that my panties felt like they were sticking to me. “God, please… please…”

I was kneeling up, kissing him, moving his other hand between my legs so he could feel the heat there and how much I wanted him. His big palm rubbed my mound, his tongue sucking at mine, our breath coming faster. I straddled one of his legs, moving my crotch up and down his thigh, and both of his hands found their way under my t-shirt, thumbing my nipples through my bra.

“I want you to fuck me,” I purred into his ear, wanting to tempt him. “I want your cock inside my wet little pussy.”

“Oh Leah,” he whispered. “God, I want that, too… you have no idea how much.”

I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, slipping my hand under my panties, between my lips, and then lifting my wet fingers to his mouth. I rubbed my juices there and he watched me, looking pained, tasting me on his tongue when I slid my finger between his lips.

“Then, show me how much,” I murmured, kissing him. “Please.” He groaned, shoving his big hand down into my jeans, his fingers parting my soft, wet lips, probing deep and slipping inside of me. I moaned softly, trying to be quiet as he began to fuck me, plunging his fingers up into me as we kissed.

Panting against his neck, I clutched him, rocking, wanting more.

Beside us, Erica shifted, sighing, and we both froze. I swallowed hard, glancing over at her, and he did, too.

“Take me upstairs,” I whispered, begging.

“Okay,” he panted, sliding his hand out of my jeans. “Let’s go.” I moved off of him, going up as quietly as I could, avoiding the creaky fifth step, and he did, too. When we got to the top, he grabbed me, pinning me hard against the wall and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. I gasped, sliding my arms up around his neck and arching against him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled, turning me and twisting my arm behind my back and holding it there. His other hand moved to my belly, pulling my ass into his crotch as he propelled me forward with his body.

He opened the door and shut it quietly behind him, pushing me toward the bed. I collapsed onto it, rolling to my back and already starting to wiggle out of my jeans. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, and I watched in the low light of the lamp as he slid his jeans and shorts down, freeing his hard cock. It stood straight out, pointing right at me, as if it knew just where it wanted to go.

I wasn’t moving fast enough for him, and he grabbed my panties, yanking them down my thighs. My gasp was muffled in the material of my t-shirt as I slipped it over my head, and my fingers fumbled with the front hook of my bra as he knelt beside the bed and buried his face between my thighs.

“Oh god,” I whispered, opening my legs wide for him, his tongue probing deep into my pussy, moving up and down through the wet, pink folds.

His hands pressed my thighs, pushing my knees back toward my head, exposing me completely. His tongue moved up and down my slit, plunging into my pussy before tracing a path up to my clit and back down again. Moaning, I cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, making the sensation even more intense.

He sucked at my pussy lips, first one, then the other, making soft growling noises, raking them with his teeth, making me gasp. He jammed his tongue back into my pussy, making it hard, moving it in and out of my hole as he spread my cheeks with his hands.

“Oh yes,” I cried when he covered my pussy with his mouth, sucking my clit in and then teasing it with his tongue. He stayed right there, as if he knew how much I wanted it, his fingers twisting their way into my pussy and beginning to fuck me as he moved that soft, wet tongue back and forth over my little clit.

“Faster,” I begged, arching, rocking with him, feeling my climax coming. I’d been holding onto it, waiting for it for so long, and I couldn’t hold back under the sweet pressure of his tongue. “Make me come!”

He groaned, lapping at me, fucking me, harder and more, until I was panting with wanting it. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand another moment, he slipped his thumb down the crack of my ass and rubbed me there, right around my asshole. I jumped in shock, but the sensation was so incredible that I came immediately, shuddering all over with the force of it.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he worked my pussy with his mouth and tongue, his fingers pushed deep into me, his thumb probing my little asshole.

I was coming and coming, my body bucking with the sensation. I was still trembling when he rolled me onto my belly, spreading my legs and shoving his cock between them.

“Oh!” I cried, feeling the head of it probe my ass for just a moment, pressing there, before sliding down, finding the soft heat of my pussy and sinking inside. He pressed me to the bed, his thighs opening mine, and his cock felt so thick and hard as he started to fuck me that I couldn’t help moaning.

“God, I love your tight little cunt,” he groaned, his hips moving fast, hard, pounding me into the bed. His words made me feel faint with lust and my pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm, so every thrust sent a delightful shiver through my body.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into my ear, leaning in until I could feel his weight on me. “Do you like being fucked hard?”

“Yes,” I panted, my pussy on fire, his cock driving into my flesh. “I love it hard! Please, more!”

He groaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me to my knees, giving himself more leverage as he worked his cock between my legs. I reached under to rub my aching clit, pressing my cheek to the bed and letting him take me, our bodies making a slippery wet sound every time we came together. He fucked me so hard that he was pushing me across the bed with every thrust, my breasts swaying beneath me, my nipples grazing the sheet.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me in tight. I could feel him straining, trembling, and I whimpered, wiggling and squirming against him, wanting more. He groaned again, his hand slapping my ass, making me jump.

“Hold still,” he growled, and I did, my breath coming in a fast, harsh pant, feeling his cock swelling inside of me. After a moment, he slid slowly out, and I whimpered, wanting him back.

“Are you okay?” I looked back at him.

“Almost lost it there for a minute,” he gasped, squeezing his cock in his fist. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“I do,” I murmured, still rubbing my clit.

“Come here.” He smiled, his hand moving over my ass, which was still raised in the air. He settled back on the bed, holding his cock in his hand, and I couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing the head, sucking it into my mouth a little.

“Ahhhhh god,” he groaned, watching my tongue slip around the tip.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I like it,” I murmured before taking the length into my mouth, as much as I could, tasting my pussy juices on him. He let me do that for a minute, sucking him deep before teasing the tip with my tongue, running it along that tiny slit, the place where I couldn’t wait for all his cum to spill out. I thought I could taste it already and it made me suck harder.

“Hey, whoa,” he whispered, grabbing my hair and easing me up on him.

“Come here.”

He pulled me onto him, kissing me, his hands settling on my hips as he rocked me down against his shaft, which was trapped between us. It was slick and hard and rubbing against my pussy—and I wanted it. Reaching down, I grabbed his cock, aiming him, and he groaned out loud when I sank down onto his length.

“That’s a girl,” he murmured as I started to move my hips in little circles, amazed at how good it felt to rub my clit there, right against the base of his cock.

“Ride me.”

I did, using my hands on his chest to keep myself steady as I slid up and down on him. His eyes moved over my body as I rocked, and his hands soon followed, cupping my breasts as they bounced with my motion. Lost in my own pleasure, I angled his thick length so my clit slid wetly up and down his shaft, moving faster as the sensation increased.

“Oh, I like that,” I whispered when he squeezed my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. That made me ride him faster, harder, grinding my pelvis into his when I hit bottom. I was working so hard, wanting it, aching for it, my breath coming in gasps.

“Here,” he murmured, grabbing my hips and holding me still, and then he was fucking me from underneath, thrusting up into me, his shaft easing a delicious, wet path over my clit again and again. “Like that?”

“Oh yes,” I nodded, sitting up and pinching my nipples. His thumb found my clit, rubbing there as he fucked me, driving me up off the bed. “Fuck me, yes, yes!”

He grunted, his eyes half-closed as he drove his cock up into my flesh.

The feeling between my legs was building, full to bursting, and I rocked, feeling the head of him shifting inside of me, against the soft, smooth walls of my pussy, making him groan.

“Oh please, Rob,” I whispered, looking down at him. “Make me come all over you.”

“Oh Leah,” he murmured, and I felt him tense, his body tight beneath mine. “Oh fuck, Leah, you feel so good.”

“Now,” I purred, closing my eyes and feeling it take me, my orgasm like a wave of heat as I collapsed onto him. He wrapped his arms around me as he thrust up hard into my flesh, grunting with every burst of cum as he spilled hot waves of it up into my pussy. The sweet, rhythmic flutter between my legs seemed to be milking his cock.

“I love you,” he whispered into my ear, kissing me fiercely before I had a chance to answer. When the kiss broke, I had tears in my eyes.

“I love you, too.” I traced his lips with my fingers.

He smiled, sitting me up on him and looking up at me in the dim light.

“You’re so beautiful.” I smiled back, my heart swelling in my chest. He ran his hands up and down my slender body, his eyes never leaving mine, and I was so lost in the moment that I never heard her at the door.

“I hate you!” Erica hissed, and we both jumped, moving to cover ourselves, but it was too late. Much too late. She was standing there, her face red, her eyes slits, her hands clenched into tight fists.

“I hate you both!” she screamed, turning and slamming the door behind her.

And just like that, the moment was gone