Lessons to Learn (Chapter 6)
Chapter 6
She had lost all inhibitions. Here she was listening to her student crush narrate a sex scene to her over the phone, her hand was under water between her legs, working herself up vigorously, and the sounds making it out of her lips were loud and shameless and she didn’t care one bit that he would guess by now just what she was really doing. A part of her wanted him to know what he was doing to her, what she was doing to herself at his voice. His bedroom voice.
He was talking about eating her out, kissing and sucking her clit, and she wanted it so bad to be real, for his face to be between her legs and to get off on the friction that his lips would provide. She was shamelessly asking him to go on, needing him to go on until she was brought to the edge, until she could orgasm at his words.
“Kate was close, she tugged lightly on his hair, and brought him up, his lips landed on hers and she sipped from his lips the taste of her own juices, a moan reverberated from her mouth into his lips and it urged him further. His fingers were still teasing her lips between her legs”
“Fuck me Rick” she said to him over the phone, and then she heard him shift. And when he began narrating again, she noticed the sound of the keyboard had stopped. He wasn’t typing anymore. She thought to herself, ‘If he wasn’t typing and still narrating then he must be…’
Just the image of him holding his erect cock and working it up, massaging it the way he loves it, and talking about what he wants to do to her, almost did it for her. She almost came, almost, but he continued to narrate.
“That’s exactly what Kate would say, she’d beg Rick to fuck her. Rick would waste no time in giving you what you want. He’d ready himself at your entrance...”
“Oh yes” Kate moaned over the phone. If any of them had taken note of his change from third person to first person, none of them brought it up.
“And in one swift motion, I’d enter you, stretching you out” said Rick to Kate over the phone
“Oh Rick… Fuck!” Kate screamed in her bathroom, her two fingers hooked inside her and her thumb working up her clit were bringing her closer and closer, and the dirty talk he was providing her with along with all that imagery was just perfect.
“So close” she moaned
“I’d thrust inside you, filling you up completely with my cock, your warm, wet heat, surrounding my hardness” Rick was stroking himself with expert grace, his eyes closed as he spoke and tried to imagine just how amazing it would feel to have his cock buried in Kate Beckett’s cunt.
“I’d move, quick, and hard, and fast inside you, making sure to kiss your neck, your shoulders, your breasts…”
“Ahhh… Rickkk…” the idea of him sucking her nipples, nibbling on them, kissing them, of his strong hands fondling them, squeezing them, it was bringing her real close. She needed him so bad. She began stroking her clit with great fervour and completely let herself go with the pleasure.
“I’d tell you to come for me, and I’d thrust harder inside you, and the minute I feel you spasming around my cock, I won’t be able to hold back myself, and we’ll come together…”
Kate chanted his name as she came at the mercy of her fingers, ‘Rick’ and ‘Fuck’ a prayer on her lips, and just in time, threads of cum sprang out from his manhood, all over his abs as he continued to stroke it through the orgasm. He was looking at the mess of himself and was trying to imagine what his juices would look like on Kate’s skin, and it sent his mind reeling.
“Fuck” he whispered…
Both of them, had shamelessly masturbated to the sound of each other over the phone, and now, here they were catching their breath, both panting and coming down from their high.
A few minutes later, they were calm, silent, in a post coital haze, both careful of what was to come next.
“Rick, are you there?” she asked, her voice low and hot.
“Yea yea, I’m here”
“I really need to get out of this tub, did you manage to type down all you needed?”
“I did” he said, his eyes on the laptop screen, where only the first 3 lines were typed out. “Yea, it’s all there.” He lied.
“Good, good, we made good progress today.”
“We did. I think you and I make quite a writer team.”
“Bring your laptop to class tomorrow, maybe we can write the next scene together too” she said, biting on her lip again.
“Sure thing, can’t wait for class tomorrow” he said.
“Yea”
There was silence then.
“Rick… change the names of your characters”
“I will eventually” he said.
“Okay”
“Okay”
“I’ll text you when I’m in bed, okay?”
“Yea sure, I’ll be waiting.” he said, grinning.
Chapter 7- Link Here- http://caskettastic.livejournal.com/3909.html
She had lost all inhibitions. Here she was listening to her student crush narrate a sex scene to her over the phone, her hand was under water between her legs, working herself up vigorously, and the sounds making it out of her lips were loud and shameless and she didn’t care one bit that he would guess by now just what she was really doing. A part of her wanted him to know what he was doing to her, what she was doing to herself at his voice. His bedroom voice.
He was talking about eating her out, kissing and sucking her clit, and she wanted it so bad to be real, for his face to be between her legs and to get off on the friction that his lips would provide. She was shamelessly asking him to go on, needing him to go on until she was brought to the edge, until she could orgasm at his words.
“Kate was close, she tugged lightly on his hair, and brought him up, his lips landed on hers and she sipped from his lips the taste of her own juices, a moan reverberated from her mouth into his lips and it urged him further. His fingers were still teasing her lips between her legs”
“Fuck me Rick” she said to him over the phone, and then she heard him shift. And when he began narrating again, she noticed the sound of the keyboard had stopped. He wasn’t typing anymore. She thought to herself, ‘If he wasn’t typing and still narrating then he must be…’
Just the image of him holding his erect cock and working it up, massaging it the way he loves it, and talking about what he wants to do to her, almost did it for her. She almost came, almost, but he continued to narrate.
“That’s exactly what Kate would say, she’d beg Rick to fuck her. Rick would waste no time in giving you what you want. He’d ready himself at your entrance...”
“Oh yes” Kate moaned over the phone. If any of them had taken note of his change from third person to first person, none of them brought it up.
“And in one swift motion, I’d enter you, stretching you out” said Rick to Kate over the phone
“Oh Rick… Fuck!” Kate screamed in her bathroom, her two fingers hooked inside her and her thumb working up her clit were bringing her closer and closer, and the dirty talk he was providing her with along with all that imagery was just perfect.
“So close” she moaned
“I’d thrust inside you, filling you up completely with my cock, your warm, wet heat, surrounding my hardness” Rick was stroking himself with expert grace, his eyes closed as he spoke and tried to imagine just how amazing it would feel to have his cock buried in Kate Beckett’s cunt.
“I’d move, quick, and hard, and fast inside you, making sure to kiss your neck, your shoulders, your breasts…”
“Ahhh… Rickkk…” the idea of him sucking her nipples, nibbling on them, kissing them, of his strong hands fondling them, squeezing them, it was bringing her real close. She needed him so bad. She began stroking her clit with great fervour and completely let herself go with the pleasure.
“I’d tell you to come for me, and I’d thrust harder inside you, and the minute I feel you spasming around my cock, I won’t be able to hold back myself, and we’ll come together…”
Kate chanted his name as she came at the mercy of her fingers, ‘Rick’ and ‘Fuck’ a prayer on her lips, and just in time, threads of cum sprang out from his manhood, all over his abs as he continued to stroke it through the orgasm. He was looking at the mess of himself and was trying to imagine what his juices would look like on Kate’s skin, and it sent his mind reeling.
“Fuck” he whispered…
Both of them, had shamelessly masturbated to the sound of each other over the phone, and now, here they were catching their breath, both panting and coming down from their high.
A few minutes later, they were calm, silent, in a post coital haze, both careful of what was to come next.
“Rick, are you there?” she asked, her voice low and hot.
“Yea yea, I’m here”
“I really need to get out of this tub, did you manage to type down all you needed?”
“I did” he said, his eyes on the laptop screen, where only the first 3 lines were typed out. “Yea, it’s all there.” He lied.
“Good, good, we made good progress today.”
“We did. I think you and I make quite a writer team.”
“Bring your laptop to class tomorrow, maybe we can write the next scene together too” she said, biting on her lip again.
“Sure thing, can’t wait for class tomorrow” he said.
“Yea”
There was silence then.
“Rick… change the names of your characters”
“I will eventually” he said.
“Okay”
“Okay”
“I’ll text you when I’m in bed, okay?”
“Yea sure, I’ll be waiting.” he said, grinning.
Chapter 7- Link Here- http://caskettastic.livejournal.com/3909.html