Ethan Dolan fanfics

A Lesson Learned (pt.2)

The point here being, he doesn't fall into the trap. He doesn't give in and have girls bent over his desk at any given moment and fuck them senseless like he knew he could if he wanted to. So much opportunity, but no desire. Why on God's merciful green earth had he given into her so easily? Why hadn't he tried harder to resist her? It made him think long and hard. He was almost ashamed of the conclusion he had come to. He was almost ashamed to say that...he's always wanted her from the moment he saw her bat her eyelashes at him first semester to the last time her skirt had swooshed a piece of stray paper onto the floor from his desk on "accident".

He'd wanted her all this time. Not only is her body immaculate, her mind was a force to be reckoned with. He noticed himself spending more time on her papers and stories than any other student, not caring when she exceeded the word limit because it was so damn good. He was lost within her words on so many occasions and knew deep in the pit of his stomach he fell for both her words and her body all at the same time.

It made him sick.

Sick to his fucking stomach every time his dick became far too restricted in his pants at the thought of her curves and shivers while their bodies danced an erotic routine that day. Sick to his stomach to think of the soft grin she gave him before she exited his door, like she really cared for him as a person. She wasn't stupid. That's what made this whole thing so incredibly wrong. She wasn't tricked into anything and as much as he'd like to claim that he was, he knows the real truth. He wanted it. He had always wanted it. Wanted her. And he still does.

One thing was for sure, she wasn't stupid. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to drive him right to the cusp of insanity, waving at him on the ledge with that innocent little smirk she wore at that very moment, sneaky and devious. A heathen that waited for him to try and back away from the ledge before pulling him right back down again.

She continued to sit there, chewing on the damn pencil like she didn't know that his cock was straining in his pants with every minute that passed. A silent killer at the back of the classroom that watched him ramble on and on about something he couldn't give two fucks about. He could only wish for the bell to ring and her to leave so he could take a full breath again instead of this suffocating desire to rip her clothes off and fuck her into a coma right on that tiny desk she sat in.

She wasn't really listening, staring up and down his body with patient eyes, scanning him, observing him, waiting for him. She knew every single part of him. She was the only one sitting in the room that did. The only one that knew just how far he could sink into a cunt that ached for him, the only one that knew what his groans sounded like, the grunting of exertion, the smacking of his lips as he kissed her. Only she knew of his sins. Only she could fantasize of the sound he made when he came, how his muscular body tensed and shook while he fucked her into a place she missed every day since.

She knew the way her walls clung to his cock like a lifeline, the smell of him, the taste of him, and most of all how bullshit his 'good boy' attitude really was. He was a fucking machine and she knew. He was stubborn. So stubborn that she knew it would be near impossible to get bent over that desk like she had been before. He would try and defy her again and again until she gave up, convinced it was a mistake, but she knew better.

She wasn't planning to force herself on him again, that was a one time only situation that had honestly been more surprising to her than anyone else. She wasn't that bold of a person on really any occasion. But something in her snapped when she saw the way his jaw clenched as her skirt twirled around her that day, focused on the sway of her hips while she tread lightly to his desk to confess her desires. If she was being honest, she freaked the fuck out that she had been so forward the first time, terrified that he hadn't actually given consent and she had forced him into something he never really wanted. It drove her insane to think she had been so insensitive.