“Goddamnit!” He slammed into her, fucking her forward on the desk. His hand came down over her ass, slapping her hard. “Shut up you little whore!”
“Yeah!” Lindsey wiggled under the weight and thrust of him. “You tell that bad girl!”
“I said…” He smacked her ass again. “Keep…” SMACK “Your…” SMACK “Mouth…” SMACK “Shut!” SMACK.
“Make me!” She gasped, grabbing the edge of his desk to keep from slipping as he pounded into her.
“I'll make you, all right.” He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back as he sat in his desk chair, keeping her seated right on his cock as he yanked her into his lap. He ground his hips up into her flesh, making her grip the sides of his chair. His fist tightened in her hair and he shoved her off his lap onto the floor. Tears sprung to her eyes as he jerked her head forward by her hair, forcing her lips to his cock. “Let's keep that nasty little mouth busy, what do you say?”
She didn't say anything-just tucked her gum to the side, took his cock between her lips, and sucked, slipping her fingers down to rub her clit while she did. He groaned, thrusting deep into her throat. He was nowhere too big to handle-the perfect suckable size, really-and she devoured him, her throat working, tears still leaking out of the corners of her bleary eyes.
“You're gonna swallow my cum, you fucking little slut!”
Her pussy throbbed at his words and she shoved her fingers up inside, fucking herself as she let him use her mouth. She was so close, and the feel of him swelling, the low grunting noises he made as he arched into her throat, pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“Take it!” He gagged her with his cock, shooting cum so far back into her throat she had to struggle not to choke on it. Lindsey closed her eyes and swallowed, nudging her clit the last little bit toward her own climax. It shuddered through her as she licked the head of him, moaning and teasing the last bit of hot, white stuff from the tip.
She licked her lips, watching him struggle to pull up his pants. He stood to zip up, glancing down at her with a sigh. “You're going home, you know.”
“Yep.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood, hitching up her shorts and sitting in the chair next to his desk again. “What am I getting suspended for today?”
He sat at his desk, pulling out the yellow pre-printed pad that he wrote suspensions up on. Stopping with his pen poised above it, he cocked his head at her. “Fighting?”
“I can live with that.” She snapped her gum. It tasted like his cum
“Three days.” He tore the slip off and handed it to her. “Please try to behave yourself when you come back.”
She grinned, shoving the slip into her backpack. “I'll try.” Out in the lobby, the secretary gave her a dirty look, but Lindsey didn't pay any attention. The recruiter-Zach-was gone. Her stomach gave a little disappointed lurch, but then she remembered that he had her number.
He'll call.
Of course he would. Who wouldn't?
Chapter Four
The look on her stepfather’s face when Zach came to pick her up would have made the whole night worth it, even if the rest of it hadn’t gone as well as it did. Lindsey wasn’t quite ready, and he was early-something she hadn’t planned for at all. The doorbell rang just as she was tucking the tail ends of her sheer black lace blouse into her blue jean miniskirt-ends she would later tie up to expose her midriff, after she was out of the house, of course. When she heard her stepfather say, “I’ll get it,” Lindsey bolted for the stairs.
“That’s okay, it’s for me!” Her high heels clattered on the linoleum as she slid into the kitchen, grabbing her purse from the table and surprising her mother standing at the sink doing the dinner dishes. Lindsey knew she was going to be too late, and she was. Her stepfather was saying something about the Watchtower, and then she heard Zach say her name.
“I’ll be home by curfew.” Lindsey edged by her stepfather, smiling at Zach who stood tall in the porch light. No navy whites tonight-just jeans and a soft gray shirt.
“Lindsey? Is everything-” Her mother paused at the doorway, the dish towel she was drying her hands with stopping as she saw Zach standing on the porch. “Oh. Hello.”
“Hello, Mrs. Anderson.” Zach gave her what Lindsey would call a parent-placating smile. He’d obviously been taking notes when she talked to him on the phone earlier. “I’m taking Lindsey over to the Palladium to see Kenny Wayne Shepard. We’ll be back no later than one.”
Lindsey saw her parents exchange uneasy glances. She rolled her eyes, knowing they were entirely too politically correct to object, but that she would hear all about it later. “Yes, that’s right, I’m going on a date with a nee-gro.” She turned her face up to Zach, whose eyebrows raised slightly at her words. “This is the new millennium, okay? Just remember it could be worse-he could be from another planet or something.”
“How do you know I’m not?” Zach was laughing. She could feel it when she pressed back against him, urging him down the steps with her body. Her stepfather’s face was twisted between fear and rage, and she rather liked the look-not that she hadn’t seen it before or anything. She grabbed Zach’s hand, and noticed how it swallowed her own as she pulled him toward the car parked on the curb.
“Nice ride.” She laughed out loud when he opened the passenger side of the black Camaro for her, glancing back and waving at her parents, still standing shell-shocked in the doorway. “You don’t have to lay it on that thick! They’re not going to like you, no matter what you do.”
Lindsey tossed her purse in and followed it, flipping down the visor and putting on lip gloss as Zach went around to his side. The car smelled like oranges and sandalwood, and was absolutely spotless. He put the key in the ignition and started the car. Cold air blew over her face. When he pulled his seatbelt over, he glanced at her.
“Strap in.” He nodded toward her belt.
Lindsey made a face, rubbing her full, glossy lips together. “I live dangerously.”
“Not with me, you don’t.” Zach reached over her for the seatbelt. His body was warm, and his breath sweet, she noticed, as he clicked her belt into place.
“I thought a Navy boy would be a little more adventurous!” she scoffed, flipping the visor up as he put the car into gear. Her parents were still standing in the doorway. She wondered for a moment what they were saying-but really, she already knew. It thrilled her.
“Gotta draw a line somewhere.” Zach pulled slowly away from the house, glancing in his rearview mirror. “So, tell me-what percentage of you decided to go out with me tonight based on the fact that I’m black?”
Lindsey shook her head, giving him a sly smile as she fished a pack of gum out of her purse. “Don’t flatter yourself. It was the Shepard tickets that hooked me from the start. The black thing was just a nice bonus.”
“And here I thought it was my witty charm and incredibly good looks.” He snorted, flashing a bright smile.
“They didn’t hurt ya.” She winked as she crumpled the stick of gum into her mouth, wadding the wrapper and putting it in the little bag hanging from the cigarette lighter.
He glanced over at her as she pulled her shirt out of her skirt. “Neither did yours.”
“Gotta accentuate the positive.” Lindsey unbuttoned the bottom of her black lace shirt, tying the ends up tight under her little breasts, making them look fuller. Her bra was black under the sheer blouse and she considered taking it off and stowing it in her purse, but thought that might be too risqué, even for the Palladium. “So what do you think?”
Zach’s eyes moved over her as she turned to him, holding out her arms as if to say, “taa-daa!” He shook his head, smiling. “Isn’t that skirt a little long for you?”
She tugged at the hem, which didn’t come to her slim mid-thigh. “Are you kidding?”