Page 44 of Mr. Principal
He was right. Piper had been a little bit of a space cadet and I’d been a bit of a fatalist in college. Maybe that’s why I’d married Tom. Maybe I thought I just couldn’t do better.
Oh gosh, maybe I was still a fatalist and didn’t know it. It was time to turn over a new leaf.
“Do you want to head home? You look a little tired.”
“I do have to go to work early tomorrow,” I said, feeling like a drag. I wanted to stay out and enjoy the nightlife, but I already found myself yawning. Clearly, I wasn’t as young as I used to be.
“Come on, let’s get you home. You’re tired.”
“No,” I protested and then immediately yawned again. “I want to stay.”
“One more dance and then I’m getting you home.”
“Okay,” I said as he again took my hand.
The evening was ending as the band switched from upbeat dance music to slow rhythms.
I wrapped my arms loosely around Carter’s neck and he wrapped his around my waist and pulled me close. He was a great slow dancer.
I felt heat radiating between us. I was getting turned on feeling my breasts pressed against his body and so I snuggled up closer to him. He felt warm and inviting and I just wanted to stay in his arms forever.
“This is nice,” I mumbled against his chest.
He grunted in reply, pulled me even closer and rested his chin on top of my head. He began to stroke my back and the motion was hypnotic as he rocked me to the beat of the music around the dance floor.
His sex was growing firm against me and I couldn’t help but rub against it. But he was the perfect gentleman and pulled away just enough so that the evidence of his desire didn’t press against me.
I wasn’t a gentleman, and I leaned forward again, deliberately rubbing myself against his sex. He pulled his head back just enough to look down at me and said, “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to control myself.”
I arranged my smile into what I hoped was a contrite expression and then naughtily pushed my hips against his.
He sucked in a breath and said, “I think we should get out of here.”
“Good idea,” I said, sounding breathless to my own ears.
He took my hand and led me to the car. Ours was one of the few that remained, and he didn’t even wait to get inside the car before he roughly kissed me, pressing my back against the door as his lips possessively made their way across mine.
While we kissed, my hand made its way to his crotch and I began to rub against his hardness, changing my grip as I stroked him through the material of his pants.
His breath caught, and he bit my lower lip gently which made me gasp. He took advantage of that gasp to put his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it gently, remembering the feel of his tongue between my legs, knowing how it felt to be penetrated by it.
I shivered at the memory, knowing I was growing wet.
“I want you,” I murmured as he pulled his lips away and planted hot kisses near my ear and down my neck.
I couldn’t help myself as I fumbled with his zipper to release his sex. He pulled away from my neck with a groan and stilled my hand with his own. “Not here,” he said breathlessly.
He opened the car door and helped me in and then quickly climbed behind the wheel. As soon as he turned on the ignition, I snaked my hand between his legs and deftly released his sex.
I stroked him as he did his best to focus on driving us home. His cock was warm, long, and the tip was a little wet from pure lust.
I couldn’t wait any longer, so when we paused at a red light, I lowered my mouth to his crotch and licked the drop of moisture I found there. He groaned, put the car in park and gripped my hair, keeping my head between his legs.
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and then swallowed an inch more before releasing him slowly. I repeated the motion, taking in an inch of him at a time until I was able to get most of him in my mouth.
The car was silent other than his sighs. All we could hear was the noises I made as I sucked and licked his cock.
He became harder as I quickened the pace of my rhythm. His breath was rougher now, and I knew he was on the verge of coming.
