Chapter Eight: Needy (mature)

Last night I got home late. My mom was furious but as soon as she saw Mr. Hemmings walking behind me her expression softened up. She thanked him for taking me home and she sent me to my room right away.

English class just passed and I'm off to my swimming class. With my gym bag in hand I skipped my way to the changing rooms.

I changed into my usual one piece and tied my hair in a high ponytail before putting in my swimming cap. I placed my goggles on my head and I waited for the other girls to make their way to the pool before fixing my things in my bag. Once I finished placing my things in the locker I unfolded the my towel on the bench and made my way.

Before I could even see the water on the pool I felt a tight grip on my upper arm and my mouth being covered.

I wanted to shout but I couldn't the adrenaline in my body is too much to handle. I can feel my eyes starting to tear up. I'm frightened.

I wish I listened to my mom telling me to take aikido classes.

I was being dragged into the janitors closet and I couldn't even protect myself. My heart was racing,

"Shh calm down its me-" A raspy voice exclaimed, I knew then from the accent who it was.

"Mr. Hemmings you're not supposed to be in here!" I exclaimed. "You gave me a fright as well, how could you?"

He chuckled turning on the lights. I wish he didn't do that, I looked at him and couldn't believe that my face is just inches away from me and worst he was wearing his casual clothes. I didn't even know he owned pair of clothes like this. Skinny jeans that are way too tight, a plain black shirt. Most of the time I only see him in tuxedos and his button up church clothes. He looked so hot and God from all the heavens above  please forgive me.

"I'm sorry its just too funny seeing you panic. I don't know its cute I guess."

I rolled my eyes. I know its being disrespectful but he has given me no choice. "Why are you here Mr. Hemmings? If its not urgent I think I have to go. I have class to attend to and I'll be in big trouble if someone catch us here."

"This is urgent I promise. And I told you just call me Luke. Mr. Hemmings makes me feel annoyed when you call me that."

"By urgent you mean?"

"I need you."

Jesus take the wheel.

"N-need me?" I can feel the hair on my nape rise up.

He ran his long fingers down my shoulder touching my skin.

His touch felt so smooth and I don't want him to stop.

I felt dismayed when he did.

What would my mother thing of me if she knew about this!

Mr. Hemmi-err..Luke already told you that his marriage is nothing but a piece of paper. Stop over thinking and just do it!!! My bitchy subconscious is right. Stop over thinking. Who cares about the 13 year age gap difference?!

I couldn't help it. I moved near him and crashed my lips against his. I'm in my tippy toes just trying to reach his sweet minty lips. He smelt so good and I felt so suffocated with just his scent.

His hands were warm this time and mines were the cold ones. Why is it every time we touch I stutter or mind just go definitely blank.

I moved my hands as well and touched his cheeks. I felt the stubble of his beard against my skin and it was the best relaxing feeling I felt. I traced down his jaw line to the hair on the back of his head tightening my grip on his hair. He moaned harshly against my lips making it vibrate against mine.

I'm hungry for him and I feel that he is hungry for me too.

He pushed me against I don't know what but it sure felt like a wooden table. The tools fell down making a loud noise and I pulled away from him.

"Shhh-" He warned me.

He placed his index finger against my lips and smirked before sliding his hands down my body and placed kisses on my stomach down to my belly.

I felt his hands on my thighs cueing me to jump a little.

Now I sat myself on the table I felt uncomfortable. This spandex of a swimsuit doesn't feel good on my skin. Its hot and it feels different.

Mr. Hemmings grab a hold of my hand. Lacing our fingers together. I felt my soul died because of what I'm feeling. Is this even real?

He knelt down in front of me as I sat on the table.

"Here-" He exclaimed, holding my ankles and placing my foot on his shoulder.

My throat began to felt dry even if I kept on swallowing my saliva over and over again for the past couple of minutes.

He kissed my inner thighs. Slowly rubbing his hands on my lower leg. I felt calm and so turned on.

I stared at him wide eyed. Not having any clue of what he is doing.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked. I can feel the devil in his voice as he smiles my direction.

I nodded and gulped.

"Hmm-" He smirked again. "It figures." He shook his head.

"W-why did y-you uhm..ask?" I stuttered,

"I just wanted to know why I always get you wet this fast. Now..I know why-" He shrugged and I felt my cheeks blush. I hope he didn't notice. I still wish that he didn't had opened the lights. "Now, let me hear you purr, kitten."

He placed his thumb on my one piece just on top of my clitoris as his free hand clawed my other upper thigh as he spread my legs wider and I groaned.

It hurts but it feels so fucking good. I'm craving sex because of him. I dont even know how sex works but being with him..in this position, its impossible not to think about it, his Luke fucking Hemmings for fucks sake!

His thumb was rubbing against my sex and his eyes is full of lust. I can barely see him for I am being consumed by the feeling he is giving me.

"Yes baby cmon beg for it-" He exclaimed as he rubs me gently.

I moaned in pleasure that I can't even recognize my own voice.

"Do you want more than me just rubbing you?" He exclaimed and it feels like the oxygen was being sucked from my lungs. He has the sexiest sex voice I have ever heard although, I haven't had experiences with other men.

I nodded.

"Say it!" He exclaimed.

"Yes-" I couldn't speak.

"Beg for it!" He demanded.

"Please-"

"Please what-"

"Please touch me!" I exclaimed in between breathes.

"I like the words coming out of your pretty lips, Miss Beck. I like you begging. I like you like this." He whispered before sliding my one piece on the side exposing myself in front of him.

He kissed my core before sliding his tongue inside me.

I felt my eyes rolling in to the back of my head as he sloppily eats me.

His tongue is inside me pulling in and out and it was warm. His thumb was still on my clitoris rubbing it fast.

My legs stiffened and I'm almost coming. Whatever coming is.

His tongue was exquisite, he was only like licking an ice cream.

I kept moaning and I feel like going insane. He traced kisses on my core and his tongue entered me once more this time dipper than before and it felt so good I just had to grab a handful of his hair and pull it making him groan.

As he moan inside me I was done for, I came and I'm weak. Unable to comprehend the feeling thats exploding in my lower region.

He pulled away a smile carved on his lips as he lick them with his sinful tongue.

He wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and it was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

"That was fun, Tate. I'm hoping to do it again with you. If you wanna talk just call me, you know where I am." He winked before disappearing and I was left alone inside the creepy janitors closet. He didn't even put an effort to fix himself. He just walked straight out.

Excuse you?

I stood up and almost fell face flat. My knees are so week. I sighed and tried to catch up with my breathing phase.

"Ok Tatum." I muttered to myself before opening the door.

"Miss Beck! Swimming class started an hour ago!" Miss Tanner exclaimed just right after I closed the door. "..and what were you doing inside?!"

"S-sorry Miss. I was uh-" I was what? What the fuck do I say?!! "Just getting the mop yeah!" She gave me a displeased look, "I spilled some of my uh-juice back in the..you know back in the changing room yeah! And I was hoping to the mop so I could uh-wipe my mess up." I chuckled nervously.

She sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" She crossed her arms "Hurry up and go to the pool. Warm up first before diving in. I want to see you doing laps!" She ordered and I nodded.

Fuck it I thought I was done for.