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“Ellie!”
Something tugged on her cardigan forcefully enough to extract Ellie from between the wall and the guy. The world spun for a handful of seconds before Jessie’s face came into focus. She blinked once before she was hurtled forcefully in some direction and guided by hands.
“ What ?” She mumbled, her mouth numb from the alcohol and the way she was being vigorously kissed—that was before her friend intercepted.
“The taxi is here, you are way too wasted and he is way too young.”
“He’s in the club.” she shrugged. “Aaaand he’s a really good kisser.” She couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated sigh that came from her friend.
“Believe me I’m saving you from yourself right now.”
“His eyes were so green…”
“For Christ’s sake,” Jessie murmured as she reached past Ellie to open the car door. Ellie took the opportunity to look over her shoulder and see whoever it was that was such a good kisser following behind. He looked a haze from this distance.
“ Hey !” She called out, waving at him as he tried to catch up.
“Not today Satan.” Jessie called out sternly before pushing Ellie in the car, climbing on top of her before slamming the door shut on the interloper. “You need to sober up.”
“Sex is good for sobering up.” Ellie slurred.
“Yeah, well the best you’re getting tonight is kebab. And I’m not holding your hair back.”
Ellie winced as she shifted on the bed, the sun was much too bright and her head felt foggy and warm. She had drunk way too much last night.
“So you’re alive.” Came a dry voice from across the room.
Cracking one eye open, Ellie scowled across the room. “Cock blocker.”
Jessie snorted. “I’m glad you remember the important things.”
“I remember that you forgot the chilli sauce on the kebab last night, so yeah I guess I do.”
“And it looks like you forgot chilli sauce makes you violently sick when you drink, so. You’re welcome for saving your ass twice, by the way.”
Ellie snorted. It was true but she wasn’t about to admit it, the chilli part anyway. Ellie really could have done with getting laid last night. “I might have changed.”
Jessie laughed, disbelieving. “You never change, Elle. A fucking glorious mess as always and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Ellie felt her friend sit on the bed next to her before fingers were raking through her hair, stroking it back from her face.
“I have had to be extremely straight laced the last few years. This was a well deserved blow out.” Ellie mumbled into the pillow, trying not to move her head as she spoke. She really shouldn’t have drunk so much.
“Ah, yes. Adam .” Jessie said with a laugh. “He was so cute. And hot. And a lot of work.”
Ellie opened her eyes to frown at Jessie, looking down at her and grinning. “Relationships generally are a lot of work, Jess.”
“Yeah but not like that.”
“ Let's not talk about Adam.” Ellie said, a bit harsher than she meant too. “Besides it wasn’t being an aspie that was hard work. It was him suddenly being gay that was impossible.”
Laughter ripped from Jessie and after a moment Ellie joined in, despite how much it hurt right now.
“I have to give it to you, you find yourself in the most absurd relationships. Maybe someone a decade younger was the next natural step.”
Ellie pursed her lips. “Firstly, I trust my relationship status with no one else but you so you better keep that shit to yourself. Secondly, he was not a fucken decade younger. He wouldn’t have been able to get in.”
“I thought you were about to be a teacher, Elle?”
“Yeah, and?”
“You can’t do the maths?”
Scratching her head she tried to work out where her friend was going. Age. She was twenty nine. Ten years younger would make him nineteen. “Holy fuck. I’m old as shit.”
“Then we’re both old as shit, bitch.”
“I didn’t wanna say anything but…” Ellie left off giggling as Jess scowled down at her.
Jessie sighed. “You’re so ungrateful. I look out for you and this is the thanks I get.”
“No, no,” Ellie said, soothingly and snuggling into her friends lap, “you’re the best. Thank you for looking out for me.” Jess made a noise that sounded like a satisfied nod to herself. Ellie chewed on her lip as she grinned. “Although, if it was just a smash and dash I wouldn’t have seen him again. Age ain’t nothing but a number…”
Jess slipped her legs from beneath her, leaving Ellie’s head to flop on to the mattress as she stood making a derisive snort as she did. “You’re the worst. I love you but you are most definitely the worst.”
“I know.” Ellie purred as she curled up in the duvet.
“I didn’t expect your first night out to be quite so exciting. I’ve missed you.” Jess said as she walked to the drawers. Ellie opened her eyes to see her return with some paracetamol and a bottle of water, which she chucked onto the bed next to Ellie.
“I missed you too.” The years had passed by too quickly in California, but after the break up she felt like it was time to come home. It was strange to be back in London; Ellie hadn’t lived here since she left for university. Not much had changed, Jess was right about that. And tomorrow was the day she started a new career as a teacher at a sixth form. That was new at least.
“C’mon, get that down you. Then I suppose I’ll run you a bath; you stink. Did you smoke weed last night?”
“ No .” Ellie lifted her head from the bed to answer and instantly regretted the sudden movement. Had she? “I don’t think so…” she trailed off, frowning at the Pink Floyd poster on the wall near the door. What twenty nine year old had posters up? Maybe she did need to grow up. “No, if I smoke weed my throat gets fucked up and it’s fine. I think.”
“Maybe that guy was smoking weed.”
Ellie shrugged. “Maybe. I can’t remember much,” She turned a smirk on her friend, “apart from the fact he had the most beautiful green eyes-” she was cut off as a pillow was thrown across the room with superb accuracy and smacked her not at all gently in the face.
“You’re impossible, Eleanor.”
“ Hey ,” her voice was muffled by the pillow on her face, “only my parents call me that.” She added, slinging the substitute missile to the floor.
Jess cocked her head on one side, with that small amused smile. “Is that right?”
“...yes.” She replied slowly.
“And that one guy that you used to call Sir.”
Ellie’s cheeks went red. “Fuck. I forgot you knew about that.”
“Lucky you because I will never forget all the gory details of those uni-days that you never spared me.”
Ellie shrugged and sighed. “It’s the price you pay for being my best friend I guess.” And she grinned at Jess who simply shook her head.
“Get your ass up, you need to wash. And the only way I get suitable compensation for all this shit is if I get to write a book on the life and sexy times of Miss Eleanor Cole.”
“That’s a deal.” Ellie said, trying to move from the bed.
“And you’re buying pizza tonight.”
“Well if it spares me your cooking-” another pillow was launched at her that she had to dart away from. Where had Jess trained her throwing arm?
“Get your ass in the bathroom.”
So, far the day had been fine. One of the senior staff had taken her along for an orientation of the campus, in the part of the building her lecture room was in. At some point, she would see the other buildings; as usual in London they were fragmented.
Lunch had been a pleasant experience and she hasn't met anyone as of yet that got on her nerves. The final part of the day had been an introduction to the sixth form classes she would be teaching.
The students filled the room and sat for a while whilst Ellie, or Miss Cole, was introduced to them by the head, Mr Stone. Then she would talk for thirty minutes before the class was dismissed and the process was repeated.
Everything was monotonous and almost boring by the time it came to the last session. As they'd shuffled into the room and took their seats, Ellie had been stifling a yawn behind her laptop. She nodded and smiled at the correct moments in the speech and then finally stood to take her turn at explaining the elements they would cover that term, a bit into her background and how thrilled she was to be here.
It was all going to plan, that was until she turned from the screen, currently displaying some of the work she had done on a NASA project, and scanned the crowd of unenthused faces. When she reached the back row, her words died in her throat.
There, at the very back corner sat a student with the most beautiful and familiar green eyes.
Clearing her throat, she turned back to the teaching screen to remind herself what she had been talking about. No one seemed to remark her stumble, except him . Before she'd turned away, he smirked right back at her. A knowing smirk.
Fuck.
The next twenty minutes dragged by and Ellie was only giving the class half of her focus. The rest was trying to figure just how much shit she had gotten herself into.
She watched in a daze as the remaining students left the room with only slightly more enthusiasm than they had entered.
“Mondays, huh? Apparently they're good for no one.” Mr Stone put to her with a toothy grin.
She smiled in reply, her focus shifted to her bag as she tried to pack it as quickly as humanly possible. Wine. Wine would make this all slightly better. Until tomorrow.
“I enjoyed your lecture, Miss Cole.”
Ellie didn't even need to look up to know who was speaking to her. The way her name was caressed before it was spoken made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
“This is Marcus, Miss Cole.” Mr Stone made the introductions with a hint of irritation in his voice, “One of our brightest but most easily distracted students.”
With a deep breath, Ellie snapped her eyes up from her bag and kept her features impassive. Usually, her most stern looks caused at least self doubt in the recipients, sometimes open fear. But right here and now, the only thing it seemed to do was heighten the intrigue she could feel coming from her student.
“I have a feeling I'll be a lot more focussed, Mr Stone.” But his eyes were on Ellie and his grin was altogether indecent. She refused to look away, tipping her chin up to make up for the disadvantage of being seated at her desk.
“It doesn't appear so, I wouldn't want to scold you on our first meeting but you were very much distracted, Marcus. I expect better.” And the fucker had the audacity to bite his lip at her scolding.
“First meeting,” he repeated softly and Ellie's insides froze. “I’ll do everything to meet your expectations, Miss Cole.”
Mr Stone was oblivious to anything untoward happening under his nose, he looked poised on his toes and about to shoo his wayward student from the room. Ellie wasn't sure whose behaviour she disliked the most.
Standing, she adjusted her skirt before slinging her bag on her back. “It's good to hear, Marcus.” She was solely intent on getting out of this room as fast as her legs could get her. Which would solve today's dilemma… and then tomorrow would come. “If you'll both excuse me, I have a train to catch. I will see you both tomorrow.”
The Head cast an accusatory glare at Marcus, he only had eyes for Ellie though. And that smirk. Before she could betray herself with the colour that was rushing into her cheeks, she squeezed past her colleague and headed towards the door, all but ignoring their goodbyes.
Smooth Ellie.
It had been thirteen days since the shameful discovery that Ellie had unknowingly kissed and rubbed herself all over one of her students like a cat in heat. She couldn't say the situation was forgotten but she had somehow learned to cope.
Work had already become routine and Ellie was almost acclimatised to speaking for most of the day. She was well aware of which classes Marcus would be attending and had actively avoided looking in that corner of the room where he sat. And she made sure her things were ready to go before the end of the lesson so she could usher the students from her room and not hang around. She knew if she did he would linger. For all her preparation, those classes were torturous. She could feel his eyes on her and that smile. He was entertained by this and she was completely flustered. But she had to ignore it, if anyone found out then she’d be out of a job. Soon enough Marcus would get bored and this would all get forgotten. That's what she told herself.
But it was Friday and she had a free period before her last two classes of the week. Then she had a respite. Next week things would fade even more.
Ellie was in her favorite room of the school, the library. Most students were in class so it was blissfully quiet. She needed to return some books that she'd used for her lectures this week and she'd need to take a few books home over the weekend.
Standing on her tiptoes, she reached for the top shelf. Why did the books she needed have to be so damn high up?
“Can I help?”
Ellie jumped out of her skin at the whispered intrusion that was far too close to her ear. Spinning around, she edged backwards until her back was pressed against the wall of books. How had he crept up on her?
She straightened herself, rearranging her armour. “I'm fine , thank you Marcus.” She replied icily. “Do you need to creep around?” She frowned up at him. Why was he so tall? She didn't remember him being so tall.
He laughed. “It's a library, Miss Cole. I'm supposed to be quiet. I was just getting the books on your reading list,” he shrugged and tilted his head to one side, seeming to enjoy just looking at her, “and here you are.”
She cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t you be in a lesson?”
“I have study period.”
“And an answer for everything.”
He laughed again and Ellie bristled. It wasn’t supposed to this way around, he was supremely confident and she was jumping at every movement. This wasn’t like her at all.
“I’m just answering your questions, Miss.” He licked his lips, considering something but Ellie wasn’t trying to figure out what that was, she couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. It was a safer option than his eyes, so she’d thought.
All she wanted to do was close her eyes, take a deep breath and when she opened them again he wouldn’t be standing inches from her.
“Should we talk about it?”
Ellie frowned. Was he really just addressing it head on? She opened her mouth to speak but at first only made a spluttered protest. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
And there was that smirk. “Because you’d get in trouble?”
Her eyes flitted around the nearby shelves, they were alone and in a cosy corner of the library. Then she hardened her face before making herself meet his eyes, it was harder than it should have been. “You know I would.” She hissed. “ This isn’t a game .”
To his credit, his expression became serious. That was before he ruined it with his mouth. Edging closer to Ellie, he tilted his head down and for an alarming second she thought he was going to kiss her. She swallowed, trying to work out why she wasn’t reacting in the way that was natural to her, and he hovered inches from her face before he spoke. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” A short breath parted her lips, in relief or anticipation she wasn’t sure. “But I want you.”
Ellie expelled a mystified huff. Was this guy for real? “You’re eighteen . And more importantly you’re my student— no, more important than that: I don’t want you.”
“You did that night at the club.” He was still grinning. This was highly amusing to him and Ellie’s protests were falling on deaf ears.
“I was drunk.”
“Not that drunk. You recognised me as soon as you saw me.”
And that was true. “That’s not the point. You’re eighteen ,” she repeated, hoping to make some impression on him that this was not an issue that could be bartered over, “You’ll find someone else to want. You’re surrounded by horny teens.”
He laughed softly, his eyes on her mouth. “I don’t want them.”
Ellie opened her mouth to inform him that he was going to have a very uneventful sex life, if that was the case, but the words came out as an unintelligible strangled noise as Marcus’s hand landed on her waist, his thumb stroking over the material of her shirt. Ellie couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move and her face felt on fire.
“You can’t do that.” Her body finally relented to her brain, admitting her a breathless whisper.
He didn’t move back and his hand stayed where he’d placed it, like it had a right to be there. “I can’t help it. I love the way you blush when I speak to you, I wanted to know what would happened if I touched you. Pretty sure I’m already addicted.”
She could feel her breath hot as it passed her lips. She should say something, she should move. But instead his hand glanced over her hip and Ellie let him. The bell rang and her hand sprung into action at the noise, brushing his touch away. Irritation that the noise had to alert her out of whatever hypnosis this was bit at her.
“Well savour it, because that’s all you will be touching of me.” She tried to look at him defiantly but all it did was tip her chin up further, bringing their mouths closer together. Clenching her jaw, Ellie stared him down.
“It just makes you hotter when you speak like that.” Her heart thudded in her chest as he inched closer but he passed her cheek, lips brushing against her skin as he whispered, “Have a good weekend, Miss.”
And then he pulled away from her, walking backwards a few steps to observe the effect he had on her. She thought she would look an indignant and angry mess but, judging by his parting smirk, that’s not what he saw. Or maybe it was and that’s what he likes.
Standing straight, Ellie fixed her clothes, her eyes not leaving his back as he vanished from view. She was going to need a lot of alcohol to get over this, and she needed a plan so this wouldn’t get any more out of hand.
Ellie scowled as her friend lay weak on the bed, the laughter had died down now but that was only because no one could keep that level of hysteria up for too long.
“I can’t-” she began finally, “I can’t believe it.” and then laughter carried her away again.
“Well you better fucking believe it cos I need your help.” Ellie replied tartly.
Rolling on to her side, Jess looked at her, trying to school her face into seriousness. “You’re not kidding? This isn’t a wind up, Ellie?”
“ No .” How many times did she have to say that?
“OK, OK.” Jess held up her hands in defense. “Well, fuck. What are you going to do?”
Ellie gawked at her before the words shot out. “That’s why I’m telling you, Jess! I don’t know what to do.”
Clearing her throat, Jess was starting to focus on the issue at hand. “Shit, Ellie, he’s not even ten years younger- he’s eleven .”
Staring blankly at her friend, Ellie considered if kicking her would help matters at all. Instead, she rolled her eyes and picked at a stray thread that was poking out from the cushion she was holding to her chest. “Thank you for pointing that out, Jess. I wouldn’t have done the maths on my own.”
“Jesus, just let me enjoy this moment for a while. I mean, it is kinda karma-ish though.”
Gripping the cushion, she flung out her arm, catching Jess in the face with it. “And I guess that's karma-ish too, huh?” But she was simply laughing again, uncaring of Ellie’s assault on her.
Finally, Jess sat up, joining Ellie propped against the headboard. Passing a half-full glass of wine over, Jess took a second for herself before deliberating Ellie’s options.
“OK. So, what can you do?” She seemed to be asking the poster on the wall as she chewed her lip and stared vacantly for a moment. “Can’t he be moved to another class.”
Ellie shook her head. “I’m the only one teaching the modules he takes. I can’t shift him anywhere.”
“What about a different sixth form?”
She frowned at Jess. “Him or me?”
“Either?”
“Firstly, I can’t just bail on this job, I don’t have another lined up or a reason good enough. Secondly, I can’t just get him moved. I’d have to explain why and that would defeat the whole point of trying to escape this shit storm. It doesn’t matter if I was ignorant at the time, people will paint me with a brush before they know any details. And then I’m as good as out of a job.” She sighed, defeated by the inevitable year ahead of trying to distance herself from a teen with a crush on her.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to ride it out.” Jess snorted lightly into the glass as she took a sip.
Ellie’s head swung around to stare her down. “Was that a fucking double entendre?”
Jess smirked right back at her. “It can be whatever you want it to be.” She nudged against Ellie with her shoulder. “Anyway, this all wouldn’t bother you so much if you didn’t like him.”
Mouth open, Ellie stared at her friend. “I don’t fucking like him.” But there was a touch too much defense in her voice.
Jess raised her eyebrows. “Sure, Ellie.”
“What?”
“ You . I can read you like a book. Besides, he wouldn’t be so persistent if you didn't seem interested.”
“I’ve told him I’m not interested.”
“I’m sure that’s what your mouth is saying, Elle. But you’re reacting to him. He said you blush right, and you didn’t push his hand away?”
Ellie spluttered. This wasn’t her fault. “I was surprised.”
“I’ve seen you when you don’t want attention.” Jess snorted. “Remember that one time with the hammer?”
“Yeah, but that was different,” Ellie protested, “I can’t go after Marcus with a blunt object at school.”
“No you can’t but your tongue is just as deadly. Girl, he is just reading your body and there is nothing you can do about that. Just admit it to me, you like him.”
And the heat that was rushing to her cheeks had nothing to do with the accusation being correct. It was the indignity of it all. But she just spluttered trying to find a response strong enough. “He’s eighteen.” Ellie finally impressed, as if that’s all she needed to say.
“I got that bit, and what? You were, what, twenty when you were fucking your professor? And his husband. By your own standards this is relatively tame.”
“Twenty is not even comparable to eighteen, and girls are naturally more mature.”
“And they were older than you are now.” Jess shrugged. “Besides, he doesn’t sound like a typical eighteen year old. He’s confident and driven, smart and cocky. To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t fucked him yet, Ellie. That’s like your weakness list right there.”
Ellie was grappling for words. She thought Jess would be disturbed by the whole thing. “Sixth form is not the same as uni. I was almost twenty one and graduating that year.”
“And he’ll be graduating to uni this year. You had to keep it quiet right?”
“Well, yes but-”
“But nothing, it’s not illegal but it’s a position of trust that they morally shouldn’t have breached. But you would defend them right?”
“ Yes , because I was more than fucking willing, Jess.”
“And so is Marcus.” Ellie was silent, there was no difference between what she had been a part of before and this. “So, I’m not telling you to fuck him if you don’t want to but don’t make out like this is so weird, for you at least. I’m sure you could keep his mouth closed about it.”
Staring at the wall, Ellie took a deep drink of her wine. “Well I don't want to fuck him.” She didn’t need to be looking at Jess to know she was smirking, unbelieving of her claim.
“Then it should be easy. Be indifferent, ignore him—unless necessary—and avoid being alone with him. Simple.”
Ellie nodded. Simple. It was simple. He would get bored sooner or later if she gave him no reactions. That would be easy…
It was another Friday and yet she was still at work at 6pm and this was only her third week. The rest of her co-workers were probably at the pub already but Ellie had volunteered to take notes at the head of department meeting. And by volunteer she had relented when it was heavily hinted that no one else was available to do it by the Head. His intentions had been clear: to keep Ellie around a little longer because he was a pervert. She was no stranger to this. But instead of hanging around to chat, she'd taken the opportunity to leave the meeting as soon as it had closed, stating the excuse that she needed to type up her notes whilst it was still fresh. And locking herself in her designated office, she had done just that. At least that was one less thing to do.
And in regards to Marcus, the week had gone better than expected. She had carried out her plan of action: cool indifference and avoidance. That and only going to the library during break when it was busy. Ellie had hardly seen him and she’d seen even less of his smirk. Perhaps it was all dying down.
The school was deathly quiet as she strode through the halls, this truly was the best time of the week when no one else was around. She past into the reception, her hand on the door and about to exit when the receptionist called her over.
“ Ellie .”
Turning to the desperate plea, she saw the receptionist leaning over the desk and waving at her, as if she could be missed.
“Jade, what's up?”
“I—I'm late in picking up Jake from daycare and I was hoping you could do me a favour. I can’t get hold of the security guard, he’s locking up now.”
With a wistful look out the door, Ellie began to walk slowly back to the desk.
“Sure, what do you need?”
“Well it's him,” she nodded her head to the waiting area at Ellie's back. She didn't even need to turn to know who was there. “he said he left his laptop in your room. But it's locked and I can't send him up on his own even if it wasn't; past six they're supposed to be out of the building.”
“So you want me to open the room for him?”
“If you could. He's insistent that he needs it for a project.”
Ellie looked over her shoulder to find Marcus lounging against one of the walls, for all the world engrossed in his phone and completely innocent. That she doubted entirely.
Sighing she turned around to Jade. She didn't have the energy for this. “Can he stay down here whilst I look?”
“It’s just— I have to leave now and I'm not supposed to leave students unsupervised in reception. You know, with the files.”
Rolling her eyes, she conceded. “Fine. Fine .”
“Thank you!” Jade replied before grabbing her coat and bag and dashing for the door. She didn't even look back.
“Come on then,” She muttered, pointedly not looking at Marcus, “and you'd better be quick, it's Friday and I should be home already.”
“Oh I can be quick.” And she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes again at the meaning clear in his words.
“I bet.” She huffed, hoping that she was not blushing.
Ellie kept up her stride and continued on in silence until she was slotting the key into the lock before throwing the door wide open and walking a few steps into the room before flattening herself to the wall and holding the door to allow Marcus to enter but also let him know she was waiting right here, eager to be away.
“Go on.” She urged when he hesitated, looking either way down the corridor.
Slowly he entered, staring so forcefully at Ellie that she had to look away. The light switch was on the other side of the doorway; it was dark and she was too isolated with him here. It dawned on her that this had been a bad idea.
So caught up in her thoughts, Ellie didn't notice that Marcus hadn’t moved past her. His hand was on the door and he pushed it closed, quickly turning the latch that locked it from the inside before he turned back to her. This was a very bad idea.
“What do you think you're doing?”
His expression didn't change, it was predatory and it didn't belong on someone his age. But he moved towards her until he was all but pushed up against her body.
“I just want you to admit that you like me.” And by the smirk on his face he didn't need the confession he just wanted to hear her say it.
“Marcus, you can't-”
His hands were on her waist again and her throat constricted around her words. She was supposed to be in charge, she was his teacher.
“I'm not asking for much,” he mocked the plea as his palms smoothed over her hips and down her thighs. “I just want you to admit it.”
Her hands braced against his chest, a feeble attempt to stop him. “You need to stop.” She whispered.
He hummed and inched closer, his breath on her neck sent electricity skittering along her flesh. “Well you know how to stop me.” his fingers had reached her hem and it was slowly being dragged up over her skin.
“I do.” she breathed, her fingers still pressed against his chest but now they were clutching the material of his t-shirt for strength.
His cheek pulled flush to hers, as his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. “You do, what? ”
Her head dropped back against the wall and she closed her eyes. There was no way out of it than to swallow her pride and say what he wanted to hear. Her lips parted and she tried to speak but his fingers were tracing patterns around the tops of her thighs, her skirt ruched around her hips. It was all happening so fast.
“I like you Marcus, please .” the words rushed out with dire urgency, she needed to stop him because this situation was a hair's breadth away from her losing all inhibitions or moral values.
His lips dragged along her neck like he was tasting her and his fingers were following the seam of her underwear. She was helpless to the whimper that left her throat. And yet her hands were still bunched in his shirt. She wasn't trying to push him away. But he said he'd stop. Why wasn't he stopping? Did she want him to stop? Of course she did, this wasn't right.
“You said you'd stop.” Her plea was barely audible.
“I lied.” his words were hoarse. He wasn't even in control now, and could it be expected? An eighteen year old who had his prey caught and whimpering, trapped by his body. Ellie felt too weak to be angry enough to retort to her internal hypothesis.
She wanted to wail as she felt his fingers move over the material of her underwear, embarrassment and arousal both as strong as each other because he would find her wet.
“Tell me to stop?” And he had the decency to sound desperate. She thought he might stop if she told him to. Why couldn't she say it?
His lips were at the corner of her mouth now, his breath as hot as she felt beneath his hands.
“Say it. Say stop.”
She was saying stop in her head but it wasn’t transferring to her mouth. The feel of his fingers running over her, the thin cotton separating his skin and hers overrode everything else. She wanted him and he knew it.
Instead of words, her lips parted around a soft moan of surrender before she turned her face to his, their lips finally touching.
And that simple motion made the tension explode. Marcus took the invite eagerly, his tongue pushing inside her mouth and she let him. And she hadn't been wrong that night, he was an extremely good kisser. She was glad for the wall at her back and his body pushed against her, because her knees wanted to give way and her head was spinning.
She relaxed her grip and her hand ran up his chest and around his shoulders. How could he be so well built? When did they start making guys his age like this? Her hands drifted up his neck and she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck.
His mouth was demanding and she submitted to his wants, her lips already feeling bruised. His teeth teased her lower lip when he pulled back to let her catch her breath. But she was only halfway through filling her lungs when he pulled her panties aside enough to slide his fingers along the slick skin underneath.
The air left her in a shocked gasp, curling into a moan as he huffed a satisfied noise, pleased at the way she couldn't stop her body from undulating because of his touch.
“I should probably tell you it makes me hard when you tell me off.” he spoke into her ear. “But this gets me harder.”
His touch inched slowly between her legs as he spoke, teasing her with a lazy motion back and forth before he pushed into her body. The palm of his hand moved against her clit as his fingers moved deep inside of her, curving and probing. It was all Ellie could do just to breathe and try and stifle the noises that wanted to burst from her throat.
She rested her forehead against his shoulder, more and more needing to lean on his strength. “We shouldn't be doing this.” She managed to stutter out against his neck, he was warm and his pulse was fast.
“We shouldn't… but we are.” he replied softly against her temple. If she'd been any less of a mess, she'd scold him for being so damn cocky. That was half the reason she was in this mess, she was sure. “You feel so fucking good.” He was breathless from the need as he continued to fuck her slowly with his fingers. She could hear just how wet she was.
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
Marcus snickered at her demand. “I don't wanna fuck you here.” His hand moved from between her legs and she made a disapproving sound as he did.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” she stared up at him accusingly.
“You make so much noise, someone is gonna hear if I fuck you.”
“I do not-” she began to defend herself indignantly, she hadn't been that loud. Had she? But he cut her off with his mouth, kissing her hard against the wall. By the time his mouth let hers free, Ellie had forgotten what she'd been saying.
“I wanna taste you.” he told her, his lips met hers again briefly before she had a chance to question what he meant. Then he was on his knees and Ellie’s skirt was hitched around her waist as her underwear was yanked aside. It was hardly practical but apparently it was good enough for Marcus and Ellie didn't find herself putting up any resistance. Had anyone ever wanted her this badly? “But you gotta keep quiet, Miss.” he smirked at her. That fucking smirk.
Mouth open, Ellie was just about to rebuke his smart ass comment but her lungs froze as the heat of his mouth was on her. Then she found one of her hands was clasped over her mouth and the other was in Marcus’s hair.
She couldn't pull her eyes away from him, mostly from the shock at what he was doing and what she was allowing but—as well as that—he looked hot on his knees whilst telling her what he was going to do. The power flip between public and private viewing was apparently a new kink for her.
His tongue followed the same path as his fingers had, tracing languid lines in a teasing way that had Ellie aching almost immediately. And he was right, she had to muffle her gasps and moans, her palm warm and damp from her breath.
Flattening her back to the wall, she tilted her hips, offering him as much as she could in the awkward position she was in. It did cross Ellie's mind that she might not hold up like this because her legs were trembling with the strain and pleasure. But then, the way his mouth moved on her she knew she wouldn't last long.
The flat of his tongue made a long lazy trail along sensitive and soaked skin, until his mouth closed over her clit. He sucked gently making Ellie jolt, after the slow and teasing procession she'd needed to feel him there. Her grip tightened in his hair as the tip of his tongue drew circles around that bud of nerves.
Dropping her head back against the wall, Ellie closed her eyes. It was all too fucking much. And she couldn't help the desire to feel him inside of her, her imagination began to run wild. And she could see his naked back, muscles flexing and tensing, as he climbed on to her and fucked into her, taking her despite any protests she might make. She felt her muscles react to the thought, flexing and tightening where she needed to feel him inside her.
As if he knew what she wanted, his fingers were pushing inside of her again. The way he filled her was enough, combined with her fantasy it was all she needed to send her over the edge. Blood pounded in ears as she bit down on the heel of her palm. Her head spun as she came hard, his tongue still moved over her and his fingers pulsed despite the way her body clamped down on him. His motions didn't let up until her body convulsed and her thighs pulled together. It was too much.
Something made her think that if she were laying down, somewhere private, he wouldn't stop until she was a helpless, quivering mess. But right here and now, he pulled back. Her body still ached for him, ached for more, when his fingers slipped free.
Bewildered, she watched as he adjusted her underwear and skirt before standing and pushing himself hard against her. His mouth was on hers, his tongue inside her in an instant and she could taste herself on him. Ellie pulled him closer, it was exhilarating to be desired like this: for Marcus to want his mouth all over her body, uncaring of where they were. He was hard, she could feel him against her. Ellie could almost beg for him to fuck her here if her mouth wasn't overpowered by his kisses.
And then she was simply breathing and he was looking at her.
“You're so fucking hot.” he told her.
She couldn't reply, she just stared up at him and held on to him. “Thanks.” She finally murmured before scowling at him as he laughed. “ What ?”
He shook his head. “That's the most civil you've been to me since term started.”
“Don't get used to it.” but she didn't have the energy for her usual snark.
“I think I can soften you up.” he grinned, moving forwards to push a soft kiss on her waiting lips. The smirk that he wore when he left her wanting more should have kick started her fury.
“You think a lot of yourself.”
“No, I think a lot of you. I just wanna get under your skin the way you're under mine.”
Ellie was speechless again and still half breathless, how was someone so young so good with their mouth in more ways than one?
“But now I have to go.”
“You have to go?” she repeated, he should go. They both shouldn't be here like this and yet she was disappointed.
“Yeah, but check your messages on Facebook.”
Ellie snorted. “Oh, so you’re just gonna message me? Good luck finding me-”
“I already did.”
And the intensity in his gaze should have made her uncomfortable but she was simply reminded how turned on she was.
With one last lingering kiss, he pushed away from the wall and Ellie let her fingers drop from his shirt. “What about your laptop?”
He turned and grinned at her. “I found it. It was in my bag all along.”
And she knew it, of course it was a fucking set up. She cussed him under her breath as he left the classroom before she sunk into her seat. What the fuck was she going to do now?