Lydia
Mr Parks’ breath was heavy against my skin, his restraint barely holding as I palmed him through his jeans. He was so hard beneath my touch, the heat of him seeping through the thick fabric. My stomach clenched with anticipation.
“You want to make me feel good?” His voice was low, rough, his lips brushing against my jaw as his hands ran over my bare skin. “Then let me show you how.”
I nodded quickly, my pulse racing. “Please.”
He let out a sharp breath, as if he was still convincing himself not to stop. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand to the button of his jeans.
“Undo them,” he murmured.
My fingers fumbled at first, but I managed to pop the button open, then slowly dragged the zipper down. I could feel how thick and straining he was beneath his boxers, the sight of him making my mouth go dry.
“Good girl,” he muttered, making heat coil between my legs all over again.
He helped me push his jeans down his hips, then kicked them off completely, leaving just the thin fabric of his boxers between us. The outline of his cock was unmistakable, hard and pulsing, and my curiosity burned hotter.
I reached out again, but he caught my wrist. “Slow down,” he instructed. “No need to rush. Are you sure about this?”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
He took my hand, wrapping my fingers around his length through the fabric first, letting me feel the shape of him. He was big, much bigger than Ben, and the way he twitched in my palm made a thrill shoot through me.
“Good,” he praised, his voice tight. “Now lose the boxers.”
I hesitated for only a second before hooking my fingers into the waistband and slowly dragging them down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip flushed, already glistening with a bead of wetness.
My lips parted, heat pooling low in my stomach as I stared.
Mr Parks smirked. “Like what you see?”
I swallowed, nodding.
“Start slow,” he guided, moving my hand up and down over him, showing me the rhythm. “Pressure matters. Too soft and it’s nothing. Too tight and it’s uncomfortable. Find the balance.”
I obeyed, gripping him just enough to feel the solid weight of him, moving my hand in the steady motion he had shown me. His breath catching in his throat, his jaw clenching, and I felt a surge of satisfaction knowing I was affecting him.
“Keep going,” he encouraged. “Use your fingers. Your palm. Don’t be afraid to touch.”
I followed his guidance, wrapping my fingers around his bare length, my hand moving up and down, twisting slightly at the tip as he showed me. His breath caught, his hips jerking slightly, and my pulse quickened at the realization that I was actually making him feel good.
“Fuck, Lydia,” he groaned, his head tilting back as his hands clenched into the sheets. “You’re a fast learner.”
His praise only spurred me on. I experimented with my touch, stroking him faster, teasing my thumb over the sensitive slit at the tip the way he had used this thumb on my clitoris. He cursed, his body tensing, his cock throbbing in my grip.
“Try your mouth,” he murmured, his voice thick, almost desperate.
I hesitated, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, heated, and there was something thrilling about knowing he was barely keeping himself together.
“Only if you want to,” he added, his fingers brushing my cheek.
I did want to. More than anything.
I leaned in, running my tongue hesitantly over the tip, tasting him. The reaction was immediate, he groaned, his hips jerking slightly, his fingers sliding into my hair.
“Fuck, just like that,” he praised.
I took more of him into my mouth, sucking lightly. His grip tightened, a shudder running through his body. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating.
“Use your hand too,” he instructed, his voice strained.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with the movements of my mouth, taking him deeper, finding a rhythm. Over the next few minutes, his instructions dropped off, his breathing grew heavier, more ragged, his muscles tensing beneath my touch. I continued assuming that I was doing well.
“Jesus, Lydia,” he groaned, his fingers flexing in my hair. “You’re going to make me…”
Suddenly, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth as he gritted his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I blinked up at him, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
Mr Parks exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his body still tense. “No. Fuck, no. You were perfect.” He let out a shaky breath. “But if you kept going, I was going to cum, and I’m not done with you yet.”
A shiver ran through me at the promise in his voice.
“Lie back,” he murmured, his hands already sliding over my bare skin again. “I still have more to teach you.”
Michael
Lydia was sprawled beneath me, her hair spread out on the pillow, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. She looked small against the sheets, delicate and innocent, her lips wet and flushed after the blowjob.
She had no idea how fucking beautiful she was like this.
My cock was still throbbing, aching from the way she had just used that perfect mouth on me, her tongue learning, her hands tentative but eager. I’d had to stop her before I lost it. Before I spilled right down her throat like a fucking teenager. I needed a minute to cool down, to stop riding that edge she had so effortlessly pushed me toward.
I slid down between her legs, my breath hot on her sex. This was the first time I’d had a chance to really look at it, bare of hair and quite tucked in although it was looking wet and a bit puffy due to her excitement.
I had meant for this to be quick. Just enough to let myself recover, to put some distance between me and the orgasm that had been threatening to take me out.
But fuck, Lydia had other ideas.
I barely had my mouth on her before she was whimpering, her body arching against my tongue, her fingers flying to my hair, gripping tight like she was desperate for it.
“Mr. Parks,”
That breathy voice sent a violent pulse of heat straight to my cock, and my control snapped all over again.
I groaned into her, pressing my tongue deeper, feeling the way she melted beneath me.
I hadn’t meant for this to be slow. But I had meant for it to be controlled. Now, with the way she was responding, I had neither patience nor restraint left.
“Fuck, Lydia,” I muttered against her, my voice rough. “You love this, don’t you?”
She moaned, her hips bucking slightly against my face, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
“You love having my mouth on you,” I continued, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit, dragging out another strangled gasp. “Loving how much better I can make you feel than my idiot son ever could.”
She let out a choked sob, her fingers tightening in my hair, her body shifting like she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.
I grabbed her hips, holding her down.
“Stay still,” I growled, sucking her clit between my lips, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Her whole body jerked, her breath breaking into ragged little gasps, her thighs trembling harder as I licked her again, slow and deliberate, working her the way I knew she needed.
“Oh god yes, just like that, oh yes, yes, YES!”
“That’s it,” I murmured, groaning against her slick heat. “Let me feel you come again.”
I could feel how close she was, her muscles tightening, her body twitching beneath my grip, so fucking responsive that I knew I could tip her over with just a little more pressure, just a little more.
“Oh my god!”
She shattered, her back arching completely off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head as she climaxed.
I held her still, forcing her to take it, to ride it out, my tongue still working her, dragging out every last wave of pleasure until she was a wrecked, panting mess beneath me.
I pulled back only when she collapsed completely, her chest heaving, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.
I smirked, licking my lips, feeling a desperate pulse in my cock at the sight of her open beneath me.
Lydia’s breath was still uneven, her cheeks flushed, her whole body relaxed in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“That’s two,” I murmured, trailing my fingers lazily up her thigh. I hadn’t intended to make her orgasm. I had meant to take my time. To let myself regain control, then but she was so enthusiastic I couldn’t help it.
She would be too sensitive now. And that was a good thing. This needed to stop. She was dating my son. They had just had their first time tonight and here I was in bed with her. Her body still quivering from her orgasm.
But then she opened her eyes.
And fuck.
That look.
Her pupils were blown, her lips parted, her face still hazy with pleasure, but beneath it, need.
She wasn’t done.
“Michael…” That was the first time she used my name, and didn’t call me Mr Parks.
I tensed.
Her fingers brushed against my stomach, trailing lower, and I realized a second too late what she was doing, as her hand wrapped around me slowly stroking my shaft.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered.
“Sweetheart…” I exhaled sharply, my fingers digging into her hips, trying to focus despite the heat pulsing through me. “You might still be too sensitive.”
She swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I want it. I want to feel you cum. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Fucking hell.
I clenched my jaw, my whole body rigid with restraint.
“You don’t have to do that for me,” I murmured, my voice tight. “This wasn’t about me.”
“But I want to,” she interrupted, shifting beneath me, spreading her thighs further, reaching out to wrap her small, delicate fingers around my cock.
I jerked, sucking in a sharp breath as her touch sent a violent shudder through my body.
“Lydia.”
“Please,” she whispered, stroking me slowly, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes that made me feel anything but innocent.
I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing as she kept stroking, watching me, watching my control slip.
Fuck.
I was losing this battle.
“Lydia,” I growled, grabbing her wrist, stilling her movements.
She bit her lip, her thighs squeezing around my waist, her body arching slightly beneath me. “I need to feel you,” she whispered. “Please, Michael”
Fucking hell.
My restraint shattered.
I grabbed her legs, spreading her open beneath me, covering her with my body as I pinned her wrists above her head, pressing my cock right against her slick heat. She gasped, her breath stuttering as I teased her, rubbing my length through her wetness, feeling how ready she was for me, how perfectly she fit beneath me.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growled against her throat.
“Then show me,” she breathed, arching into me, pressing her hips up, begging for it.
I exhaled sharply, my fingers tightening around her wrists.
I groaned, dragging my teeth along her jaw before pulling back, positioning myself right at her entrance.
And then, with one slow, controlled thrust, I sank into her.
Lydia gasped, her whole body arching beneath me as I stretched her open, filling her completely, claiming every inch of her.
I let out a rough, groan, my head tilting back as I buried myself inside her.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my grip tightening on her thighs. “You’re so tight.”
She whimpered, her hands flying to my shoulders, her nails digging in as she adjusted, as she felt what it was like to take me completely.
“Ooh, ooooh” she let out a small whimper.
“Shh,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers. “Just breathe. Feel me.”
She nodded quickly, her breath shaky, her thighs trembling around my waist.
I smirked, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips before murmuring, “Now let’s see if you can come one more time.”
And then I started to move.
I slid into her slowly, my hands braced on either side of her head, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
She was so tight, so wet, her slick heat gripping me perfectly, and fuck, she felt better than I had imagined. Better than anything.
Lydia gasped beneath me, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as I bottomed out inside her, stretching her open, filling her completely.
“Christ, Lydia,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers as I forced myself to stay still, giving her time to adjust. “You feel fucking incredible.”
She whimpered, her breath coming in shallow little gasps, her body squirming as she got used to the size of me. She was so small beneath me, delicate and sensitive in ways I could feel in every inch of her tight, gripping heat.
I swallowed hard, every muscle in my body locked down tight with restraint. It had been a long time since I’d felt anything this good, since I’d let myself do something this dangerous.
I had to take it slow.
I wanted to take it slow.
So I pulled back, dragging myself out of her before sliding back in, gently, carefully, letting her feel every inch of me.
Lydia gasped again, her legs tightening around my waist, her body trembling beneath me. “M-Mr. Parks,”
Fuck.
She whimpered, her hands sliding down my back, gripping, clinging. “Please.”
That one word sent fire straight through my veins.
I thrust again, slow but deep, watching the way her lips parted, her brows knitting as she felt it, the way her body took me so perfectly.
“You like this,” I murmured, brushing my lips over her jaw. “You like having me inside you, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically, her nails digging into my back. “Yes.”
I groaned, pumping into her a little faster, letting her body adjust, watching as she gasped and squirmed beneath me, her tiny frame moving in time with mine.
“So fucking eager,” I muttered, pressing my forehead to hers. “So desperate for it.”
She moaned, her back arching, her hips rolling up to meet my thrusts.
And fuck, that was all it took. Something inside me snapped. I slammed into her, my hips snapping forward, dragging a sharp cry from her lips. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching at the sudden force of it.
“Oh my God!”
I gritted my teeth, gripping her thighs, spreading her open wider. “You can take it,” I growled. “I know you can.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Not with the way she was writhing beneath me, begging for more without even realizing it.
I thrust harder, deeper, swallowing the little gasps and cries that spilled from her lips as I fucked her the way I needed to.
“Fuck,” I gritted, my fingers digging into her hips. “You feel so fucking good. So tight!”
Lydia whimpered, her body writhing beneath me..
“Mr. Parks, Michael, Oh God!”
“God, you’re going to fucking kill me,” I groaned, my hips pounding into her now.
I was losing it.
I had been trying, really fucking trying, to hold back, to keep control, to not let myself cum too soon. But I was buried in her now, and she was squeezing around me so fucking perfectly that I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
And then, “Oh, oh my god!”
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, gripping her tighter as her walls clamped down around me, dragging a deep, guttural sound from my chest.
Her whole body jerked beneath me, her breath catching as she came. Again. Without warning. Fuck, I hadn’t been ready. I needed to cum with her. Now I had to hold off longer.
I didn’t stop. Her eyes widened as I kept thrusting, as I didn’t slow down, didn’t let her recover from her orgasm before I was pounding into her again.
“Michael, oh my god, I, I’m still so sensitive.”
“I know,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I fucked her through it, ignoring the way her thighs trembled, the way her body twitched beneath me. “You can take it, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.”
She let out a sharp, broken moan, her body convulsing from the overstimulation.
“Fuck,” I panted, my rhythm turning desperate, reckless, my control hanging by a thread.
Her body was soaking, so slick and hot around me that I could barely think straight.
“You’re going to come again,” I muttered, my voice thick with need.
She whimpered, shaking her head frantically. “I, I can’t,”
“You can,” I gritted, slamming into her, angling my hips just right, making her scream. “Just lean into the sensitivity, feel everything.”
Her nails raked down my back, her walls clenching so fucking tight around me, and I felt it, she was about to break.
“Come for me,” I growled, thrusting harder, faster, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer either. “I need to feel it, one more time.”
She gasped, her whole body locking up.
And then she shuddered. Her walls clenched down so tight that I lost it completely.
“Fuck,” I roared, slamming into her one final time as my own orgasm tore through me, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I spilled into her tight young pussy, my body trembling as I buried myself deep, as I claimed every last inch of her, our bodies pulsing together in perfect bliss.
I collapsed against her, my breath ragged, my heart hammering in my chest, her body still twitching beneath me.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then, finally, I exhaled a shaky breath, pressing my lips against her damp forehead.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.
Lydia let out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers tracing light, lazy circles against my back.
I smirked against her skin.
“Lesson’s over, sweetheart,” I murmured, voice rough. “I think you’ve learned everything you need to know.”
She smiled, still dazed, still breathless.
“Not yet,” she whispered, tightening her legs around me. “I want to feel it again.”
I groaned, my cock already stirring again inside her.
Fuck.
I was never going to survive this girl.
