By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris x Reader

Chris meets a friend at the theatre in Phoenix for the surprise screening of Civil War

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW, fingering, exhibitionism, orgasm denial

Word Count: 1908

Author Note: I was not there, I do not know anyone who was there. If this is your Insta photo, congrats to you! NO SPOILERS HERE

“How can you go to the movies and not get popcorn?”

You know that voice.  That voice calls you on the phone three times a day and haunts your dreams.  You smile to yourself but don’t look at him, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you in the amped up theater.  Your hometown was miraculously chosen for the first surprise screening of “Captain America: Civil War.”  Not such a miracle now that he slides in next to you in the dark room, lifting the arm rest to snuggle you close.

“So, Phoenix, huh?” you whisper, leaning around to kiss his full lips illuminated by the action on the screen.  “You didn’t have anything to do with this, did you?”

“Not a thing! Honest!” he says, keeping his voice low.  “My mother doesn’t even know where I am right now,” he chuckles.  “But I was texting you when they finally told us, which is why, since you had a rough week, I suggested you go see a movie.”

“SSHHH!!” comes a voice from behind them.

You lean in close to whisper in his ear, purposely blowing your warm breath across his skin. “You picked me out in the crowd pretty quick…. I got your picture.  And what would you have done if I wasn’t here?”

Chris winds his fingers in your hair, pulling you close for another kiss.  “You’re the prettiest girl in the room.”  You can taste the lingering drink he obviously had earlier and the salt from the popcorn.  As you pull back from the kiss, the movement on the big screen catches your attention for a moment.  You lick the drop of butter from his lip, savoring it as if you’d eaten the kernels yourself.  You can feel his eyes watching you as you watch the movie and he smiles when you gasp at the action, chuckling when you whisper “Shit!” along with half the theater.  You both chuckle when someone else in the audience hollers out, “Ah, hell no!”

Chris shoves more popcorn in his mouth, reaching to pop a few pieces in yours as well.  “Didn’t even consider it; you always do what I ask,” he says slyly.

“Oh honey,” you pat his thigh, “you just think I do.”

The next corn kernels are tossed at you, hitting you in the face, and a few land down your shirt.  “Here, let me get those for you,” he leers in the dark.  Leaning your head back in the seat, you bite back your laughter as he slowly snakes his strong hand down your neck, reaching down your v-neck t-shirt to retrieve the lost popcorn. 

He slowly pulls it from your cleavage and you watch him from the corner of your eye, trying to keep some focus on the movie.  He flicks the offending pieces on the floor and reaches back in to make sure he removed it all. Confident the golden popped snack is out of the way; he slides his fingers under the lacy edge of your bra.  You suck in your breath between your teeth, pulling your attention from the images of Bucky kicking everyone’s ass to scan the theater to make sure no one is watching the two of you.  Your focus lands on Chris who is watching you intently.

“Nice costume change,” you giggle as he works his hand over your full breast.  Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, looking down at the Arizona Cardinals hoodie he is currently wearing.  You quickly remove the Cardinals ball cap and return it to his head, backwards so you don’t keep hitting the bill when you lean to whisper to him.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” he leans to whisper in your ear.  “I didn’t know where we were going, and when I told my handler you were here, she wouldn’t let me back in the theatre in the clothes I had on.  Said someone would recognize me…  She didn’t know about us, so this was her revenge when she ran to the store across the street to get me something to wear.”

He distracts you from your laughter by pinching your nipple and you bite back a vocal response, instead lifting your body up into his hand, letting him know you missed him and need him.

“Sit back and enjoy the movie, babe. You’re in safe hands,” he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling the soft spot behind your ear with his nose.  Fortunately, the sinful sound you make is hidden from others by an explosion on the screen.  His strong hand forms a firm grip supporting your heavy breast. He rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers while he squeezes and massages your flesh. 

Goosebumps collect on your arm in the cold air of the theater and you know he is watching you.  Your tongue darts out and moistens your lips.  A tingle runs up your spine and your other breast aches, wanting to be manhandled by this man, this god among men.  Unfortunately, your anguish can’t be relieved due to the constraints of the theatre seats.  He’ll just have to bestow attention to the other breast later.

As the drama unfolds in front of you in its’ cinematic glory you find your thoughts torn between what Chris is doing to you, and how Steve Rogers on the big screen makes you feel.  Halfway through the movie, you mutter, “Why did you do this to me? I am not emotionally ready!”

He moves in front of you so all you can see his face.  You can see he is tired from a long week of press and when he closes his eyes you brush your fingertips across his long lashes. His hand slides down your tummy and over your covered mound.  “God, I love yoga pants,” he whispers as he feels your heat emanating through the fabric. He pushes against you intently, but the clothing has no give. He trickles his fingers back up to the waistband of your bands, teasing your belly button for a moment before sliding his hand between your soft skin and the offending material.

“Are you trying to distract me?” you ask in hushed tones, unable to see the screen.

He nods his head yes.  “You won’t wike this part. I’m protecting your fragile heart,” he offers as his finger skims across your wet slit.  He hums his approval quietly as you close your eyes, not even bothering to try to focus on the movie any more. He lazily runs his fingers up and down teasing your lips, causing a familiar ache.  You smile, hoping he can stay with you tonight to ease the pain instead of another night of phone sex.  You touch your forehead to his, struggling to catch your breath as he dips into your sweet well. The quiet pleasurable noise he makes at finding you wet rings in your ears as you block out the sound of the story unfolding on the screen.  You focus on his touch and try to match your breath to his.

He slides his finger in and out slowly, pushing a little deeper each time. You need him so badly, desire to be held in his arms and to be loved all night long.  Although you are nowhere near the edge, you can feel your walls constrict around him, pulsing and tightening with each gentle manipulation.  “Not here, honey,” he concedes slowly pulling his fingers out, resting his palm over your mound, still throbbing with need.  He smiles at the look of disappointment on your face. “You’d like it in public? Maybe another place then…” He pulls his hand out slowly, readjusting the hem of your shirt, rubbing tender circles over your toned belly.

“No, I would not like it in public,” you quietly hiss.  You discretely hand him a napkin, giggling when he takes a quick lick of your juice from his fingers as he turns back to his seat properly.  You bite your lip, turned on by his predatory behavior.  The movement draws his attention away from your lustful eyes to your full mouth, begging to be used. He kisses your lips softly, teasing you with his tongue, feeling his beard bristle against your upper lip.  In hot breath he whispers, “I have to get out of here before someone sees me… I don’t fly back til the morning… Keys to your car?”

Fishing them out of your purse, you hand them to him. “You can’t stay and watch it with me?” quietly running your nose along his neck.

He shivers at your touch, obviously turned on just as much as you are.  He shakes his head no, “I’ve already stayed too long.  I’ll see you in a bit.”  He kisses the top of your head, leaving you in heat to watch the rest of the movie alone.

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His Apology

his apology

His Apology

Actor Chris Evans has to make things right with his girlfriend, Emery Thomas, after sharing their secret

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 2950

Part 1 of this three part series “Double Trouble

Part 2 of this three part series “Con Confessions

Chris walks calmly off the stage, but picks up his pace after disappearing from the public eye. “Where is she?” he asks Josh, his voice showing his nervousness.

“She headed to the green room area right after the moderator shut it down.  Scott followed her a minute or two later.”

“How did she seem?” he asked quietly, not wanting to attract attention to himself.

Josh paused, “I think you did the right thing, man, and since she’s a fangirl, that was as good a format as any to open up to your fans….  But I couldn’t get a read on her.  Emery avoided eye contact with me.”

“Oh, so that’s bad,” Chris says, as his friend pats him on the shoulder. He turns to walk off to go face the music.


When he enters the waiting area, he sees other stars waiting for panels and photo ops, signing autographs and checking their phones.  Chris waves at a few and hears a few calls out to him of “Congratulations!” as he crosses the room.  In the far corner that had been set up as the Marvel camp, he can see Emery talking quietly to Scott.  He looks at his watch, knowing his first obligation is to his girlfriend, but he has appearances to make in less than 20 minutes.

He stops moving when she sees him.  He can’t help but smile and shake his head in a strangely proud and disbelieving way.  He wasn’t lying when he told the crowd she looked adorable in cosplay.  She’d shown him weeks ago the outfit she wanted to recreate from Pinterest, but he hadn’t seen the finished project till this morning- the Winter Soldier meets Elsa.  Her costume was perfect, right down to the silver arm, and the blonde wig with the famous braid.

“You.  Get over here.”

Not sexy teacher voice.  You’re in trouble teacher voice.  Chris’s eyes shift to his brother, Scott, who shrugs his shoulders, stepping back to give them privacy.  Chris can sense eyes on them and hopes she doesn’t make a scene, as he sees a flash of anger cross her eyes.

They both take three steps towards each other.  Emery inhales his scent, knowing every woman today will be breathing in her man.  She feels a quick surge of jealousy pulse through her body.  She punches his arm, but not too hard, knowing she’d only hurt herself on his rock hard bicep.  “What the fuck were you thinking?!” she angrily whispers.

Chris chuckles and grabs her wrist and pulls her close.  Before she can speak, he captures her mouth with his, carefully tugging on her wig, grasping at the collar of her costume.  He’s only seen her really mad once, and that was in Orlando, over the hacking issue.  This is the first time Emery has ever been angry with him, and it’s so damn sexy.  She’s like a five foot tall ball of piss and fire.  She resists his kiss for a moment, but starts to push back with a force of her own.  From across the room, a familiar voice calls, “You get her, Chris!” followed by a long bellowing cat call.

They separate when Josh interrupts, “Chris, you’ve got less than fifteen minutes. Sorry, man.  But you’ll have to fix this mess you made later.  And in case you two missed it, that was William Shatner cat-calling you!”

Chris lifts his middle finger to his friend, who guffaws and walks away, but continues to stare in Emery’s green eyes.  “You have to go to work,” she says.

“Not until you say something,” he responds.

Emery takes a deep sigh.  She knew their time living privately was coming to close with the start of the awards season and different appearances he had asked to her make with him.  They were both really surprised their secret hadn’t been revealed while they vacationed in Disney, or even the ski resort over the New Year.  But being brought to the fans attention so publicly, without even discussing it first, leaves her feeling a little violated… but loved all at the same time.  “I really haven’t decided what I want to say.  My initial thought is that it’s the most bone-headed, stupidest, sweetest, most amazing thing I have ever heard!”

“So, you aren’t mad?”  He grinned, glad to see he’d totally squirmed out of an argument without even trying.

Emery growls at the smirk on his face.  “Evans, I don’t fucking know.  I wanna think about it some more.  I’m totally pissed you didn’t talk to me about it.  But you were also so swept up in your emotions, you couldn’t help but bubble.  About me.  In front of hundreds of people in that room, and those watching at home.  It’s really sweet,” she pushes him away when he tries to kiss her again.  “Dammit, you can’t fix everything with a raise of your eyebrow or a kiss to shut me up….”  A quiet anger seethes just below the surface and Chris takes a step back.  She takes a deep sigh, “But, I guess that’s better than some paparazzi discovering us and getting plastered all over TMZ.”

Anthony Mackie has been watching the exchange from a few tables away.  He calls out, “Hey, man, I’m glad you’re not dead.  But we gotta get going.”  He waves at Emery, and gives her a crooked grin.  She nods her head to him, but can’t bring herself to respond.

Scott steps forward and says, “Hey, bro, I’ll stay here with her.  I got this.  We’re good.  You better go.”

Chris turns his attention back to Emery, squeezing her hand.  “We’ll talk about this later?”

“Asshole.”  She laughs and rubs his beard before adjusting the chain on his St. Christopher’s medallion.  “There is nothing to talk about.  You put it out there.  The fans will either accept it or they won’t.  And I need to notify friends and family to be a little more careful in what they say or do for the next week or since my name isn’t attached to you yet.  At least you didn’t say my name!  I know you got swept up in the moment, and said everything out of love, but you kinda took away my choice…”

His heart drops.  He fucked up, and he can’t take it back.  It’s been nearly 30 minutes now.  It’s halfway around the world, thanks to twitter and tumblr.  “Are we still meeting at lunch?  What are you and Stephanie doing this morning?”

“Evans, man!  We gotta go,” Anthony reminds him.  Chris motions him to go on without him.

“Well, we won’t meet you for lunch.  I want to enjoy the rest of the con, and right now I have an invisible target on my back, so you and I can’t get food together today,” she grasps his chin and turns his face to hers when his spirit drops, “but we’ll meet you here and bring you lunch.  We’re just walking the floor and going to panels, trying to keep to myself.”

Chris pulls her close.  “I’m sorry.  I wasn’t thinking.  I just wanted the room to love you like I do,” and he kisses her gently.  “I just felt the need to say it,” he chuckles.

“Fuck.  And deep down, that’s why I know I can’t be mad…  You acted stupid because of love.  Now go, before you get in trouble.  Don’t make the fans wait.  It sucks.  No kissing fans.  I’ll be checking tumblr.  I’ll know.”  She laughs at the look on his face and watches him walk away.

Halfway across the room, he turns to her and rubs his eyebrow.  He laughs when she flips him off.


Because Chris was late to start his appearances while trying to take care of Emery, through a series of texts over the day, he had to cancel his lunch with the two girls and he made up the time to his fans then.  They were all full of such kind words and expressed their happiness for him, several people leaving gifts for Emery as well.  He’s exhausted when his work day finally ends but knows the day is far from over.


“Am I still in trouble?” he asks when he enters the room.  The lights are dimmed, but on in the kitchen area.  The coffee table is covered with shopping bags and he sees two light sabers laying on the couch.  He grins warmly, thinking how they had promised to get those for her brother for the nursery his wife plans to set up.  “I’m really sorry about having to miss lunch too.”

Emery waits for Chris to step around the corner, wanting to answer him when he sees her.  “Oh, honey,” her voice dripping with lust and Southern sweetness, “You are in so much trouble.”

She smiles when she sees his breath increase and his nostrils flare.  “Nice shield,” he says, his voice dropping to a growl.

“I thought you might like it…” she says, sitting at the table in the kitchenette, her tiny feet peeking out under the shield, hiding her small frame.  “About today?  I have just one thing to say….”

“Just one?” Chris asks, as he removes his sweater, taking his phone from his pocket and lying it on the counter.

“Hmmh… yup.  Just one,” she responds, holding up her index finger and resting it against her lip, while dropping the shield to the floor with a metal clang.  Her toned, naked body is revealed.  She slowly spreads her legs, exposing her pink sex, already glistening with wet.  She slowly licks her finger, watching his eyes grow dark.  She trails her fingers lightly over her sensitive skin, stopping to pinch her nipple, as she says, “That water bottle got more action than you’re going to get for a while.”

She grins lazily as she sees Chris’s pulse quicken as he watches her trace her fingers along her inner thigh, teasing right up to her entrance.  He groans and she can see his cock twitch against his tight gray jeans.  He’s mesmerized by her and he smiles.  She bites her lip and leans back against the chair, placing one leg over the arm rest.  Emery watches him stand before her, his hands fisting at his sides.  Slowly she dips a finger into her wetness, dragging up and down over her silky folds.

A moan escapes her mouth as her eyes still watch him.   He’s so beautiful and she can’t believe he’s all hers.  The man she dreamed of for years…  The veins in his arms become more prominent with each grasp of his hand.  She thrills at the tightening of his jaw and is emboldened by the effect she has over him.

She continues sliding her finger up and down watching him visibly pant as she pulls her lips apart with her other hand, allowing him a better view.  She bites back a smile at the way his rod strains against his zipper, aching to be let loose.

“Sweetheart?”  She asks.

“Hmmmh…” he mumbles watching her closely.  Her own breath hitches as her fingertip glides over her taint and his eyes grow wide.

“You have to wait longer…  I might not even let you come tonight.”  He chuckles at her words, testing him.  “But you can get undressed.”

While she talks, she begins to slide her fingers in a figure eight, gently brushing across her clit.  He removes his clothes quickly, as though it’s been ages since she’s met his needs, although in reality it was just this morning.  His rock hard body is just breathtaking.  He’s been back into Marvel mode, working out and eating right, getting ready to start reshoots for Civil War.  Emery can’t believe this beautiful man  belongs to her.  She bites her lip again, holding back her anticipation, wanting to tease him and keep him on edge.  Chris waits and she motions him to come closer.

While she is seated, his throbbing dick, so beautiful and thick, is right at her mouth and she tugs him to her.  He jumps when her dainty hand wraps around him and her hot opening pulls him in and surrounds him as he releases a hiss.  Chris braces his hand on the back of the chair, looking down at her and brushing her bright red hair back from her face.  She can feel his frustration at waiting and looks up to his dark lust-filled eyes.  He’s watching her suck his cock, as she bucks against her own palm.  Emery slides in a second finger with her thumb against her clit.  She moans as she starts to feel the pleasant tightening in her stomach.  Her mouth moves faster in her excitement and his breath becomes shallow. They can both smell her sex in the air.

Chris laughs, “No, you don’t.”

For the second time today, he grabs her wrist, pulling her hand away from her impending climax, and she whines her complaint against his full member deep in her throat.  She reaches around behind, slapping his ass and grabbing his tight butt cheek, bringing him even further into her mouth.  She slides down as far as she can on his shaft, still twitching and squirming from her own delayed gratification.  Emery pulls up hard, brushing her teeth along his cock, popping off the top as she grunts, “Bedroom.”

Her extended play has given Chris time to think and he has another idea in store.  He’s been punished enough, but now it’s time for his apology.  He picks her up from the chair and sets her on the table, pushing her back gently.

“Babe?” She asks quietly, but with a look of hope and anticipation on her face.

He chuckles and taps the end of her nose.  “Not our house; not our table.  We’ll have breakfast in bed.”

“Mhmm… uh-oh,” she moans out as he props one of her tiny feet up on the arm rest of the chair, her other leg barely touching the floor.

He grasps her calf, leaning over her for a kiss as he pushes into her.  She gasps at her tight hole expanding to accept him, filling her full. He slides in again, deeper, gliding his hand down to fondle her beautiful pale breasts.  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into her ear, nibbling her soft flesh.  She giggles when his cold medallion hits her chest and his beard tickles her neck.  “I’m sorry.”

“I love you,” she whispers back, grabbing his ass, digging in her fingernails.

He flinches at her touch, pumping in and out again.  He pauses, pulling all the way out, brushing his dick across her opening, teasing her now.  “You’re not mad?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she laughs as he pushes back into her again, rocking against her, pulling both her knees up, as she digs her fingernails into his back, biting at the Tolle quote on his collarbone.  Her body starts to hum with pleasure, finding her release.

He continues to buck against her, both getting a little nervous when the table creaks, just as he spills inside her.

Chris looks down at Emery, his face full of love.  She reaches up to caress his beard, and giggles when his medallion hits her in the nose.  She flips it over his shoulder, and says, “Hey, Tumblr King, you told the whole world today about me?  You sure about that?”

He slowly pulls out, reaching down to grab his white Henley shirt to mop up their collective mess.  “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

He laughs when Emery rolls to her side on the table.  He pauses for a moment to freeze that image in his mind, his beautiful, funny, amazing girlfriend, curled on her side, naked on a kitchen table.  She takes a deep breath and says sadly, “It’s not just us now, it’s us and the rest of the world.  It’s not a secret.”

Chris steps into the bedroom and removes the blanket from the bed and brings it to her.  He covers her gently, before going to the fridge.  She likes watching his ass move as he walks away from her.   She smiles as she massages her jaw, sore from her oral workout.  She jumps when he comes back to the table and touches the cold beer bottle against her foot.

He bends down and pulls some Mardi Gras beads from his pants pocket and tosses them to her.  “You’ve earned those,” he chuckles.   “It’s not diamonds, but jewelry of any kind says “I’m sorry.”

“No, but these could be fun later,” she winks at him devilishly.  He pulls the chair up closer to the table and they share the beer.

“The table was fun, don’t you think?  We could get an extra one and keep it down in your junk room?”  he teases.

“I don’t know what porn you watch when we aren’t together, but you aren’t building a sex room in my basement,” she says, throwing the bottle cap at him.

He chuckles after taking a long draw from the bottle.  “You know, I’ve never said this to you, but I think your “teacher voice,” telling me what to do is damn sexy.  It’s really hot.  I could get used to you telling me what to do… Especially in the bedroom.”

She releases laughter from deep inside, shaking her head.  “I was gone 4 days.  What the hell were you reading and watching? God!  And seriously!  Do you even realize what you are doing with your hands to that beer bottle right now?!  Honey, you did that today.  It’s all over the internet.”

Chris stops to focus on what he’s doing.  He freezes.  “Shit.  It was between my legs too, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck,” he laughs when she nods.  “But other than my damn Italian hands waving around, was I better at hiding my nerves?”

“Yes, babe, you did great.  I don’t think they’ll sit you on stage with Jeremy again.  You two with your side chat reminded me of my students,” she giggles as she takes the bottle and takes a sip.

Chris takes a big sigh, nodding in agreement with her, and changes the subject.  “Well, now that it’s out there, can I convince you to fly to LA with me in the morning?  Be my date at the Golden Globes?” he asks plaintively.

She shifts on the table to be closer to him, and the movement causes it to creak again.  They both freeze for just a moment before Chris releases a gut busting laugh.  She touches his pouty bottom lip gently, “We’ve been through this.  It was a last minute decision by your team.  I already missed those two days before Christmas, and of the four days we had this week, I skipped one to attend a convention.  I can’t miss any more school for a while.  Remember, I have an important job too you know.”

“I hate when you’re right…”

“Get used to it, I’m right a lot.  It’s because I’m logical, whereas you are emotional,” she explains.  “A Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, what a mess!”

“Oh, God, I don’t even really know what that means!  Do I have to read the books again?” he complains.

“Jesus,yes!  You can’t just know the movies.  You can borrow my books; I’ll send them to you for reshoots,” she laughs.

“God, you are such a total nerd girl!  Babe, I really am sorry,” Chris apologizes again.  “So I confess to the world I have a new girlfriend I met on a dating site and then I show up to the red carpet alone.  Everyone is gonna think you dumped me!  What should I say in red carpet interviews? What would you like me to say about you?”

The couple chat for some time deciding what secrets and information Chris can share while being interviewed on the red carpet well into the night, eventually finishing the beer and moving into the bedroom.  “Yea, I can remember all that.  Now, what were you saying about those beads?” Chris asks before diving his head between Emery’s legs…

To continue with Emery & Chris stories, click to read “Adventures in Babysitting

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Saturday School

Saturday SchoolSaturday School cover

Teacher Alexis Warner spends Saturday at home…

AU Chris Evans as a student teacher

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Adult Situations, Shower Sex, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Spanking, Punishment, Begging

Word Count: 2177

Alexis adjusts the temperature on the shower, rolling her shoulders under the heat, shaking off the worries from the week and basking in the glow from a good work out. During the last few months, Saturday mornings at the small gym across from her new apartment have been her solace.  She likes to arrive before the rest of the crowd, meeting the cleaning crew on their way out.  The physical trainer she worked with also had a lot to do with her enthusiasm for morning exercise sessions.

She smiles briefly to herself when she hears the key in the lock and a familiar voice calls out.  “I’m in here,” she hollers back. “You’re late.”

“I brought coffee,” the man answers, stepping into the steamy bathroom.

“Mmhmm… You might be forgiven,” Alexis responds sneaking her hand out behind the curtain and grabbing for the cup blindly.  “Where were you?”

“I was up late last night- paper work- and tried to get to the gym on time to meet you there, but they said you’d already left.”

The shower curtain pulls back and Alexis’s student teacher, Chris, is standing before her, in all his chiseled glory.   The tats on his body are so sweet they make her teeth ache.  She wants him, now.  “Get the fuck in here.  I thought I was gonna have to take care of myself,” she teases, pulling him to her as he steps into the tub.

“You don’t have permission to do that,” he growls, roughly taking possession of her mouth as the hot water pours over their skin.  Up close she admires the freckles on his cheeks and the dark eyelashes resting closed as he kisses her.  She trusts him enough to fuck him, but not to kiss him with her eyes closed…  His tongue tastes like his morning coffee as it slides into her mouth. His hands reach behind him to hers, one resting on his hip, the other still holding her coffee.  He pulls back from the kiss, sighing, “Finish it, you’re gonna need your hands free.”

She cocks her eyebrow at him and drinks more of her favorite heated beverage while he adjusts the shower head.  She finishes and bends to place the cup on the floor outside the tub, displaying her delicious ass to him.  “Well, then, I guess we can just start there,” he chuckles.

Alexis pivots on her heels quickly and drops to her knees.  Her eyes slide from his beautiful face, down his tight torso, to the part of his body she craves more than coffee on a Saturday morning.   “No, there’s something else I’ve needed all week,” she says, pulling his beautiful cock towards her mouth.  It practically stands at attention, begging for her lips to caress him.  “May I please?”

He spreads his legs and places his hand on the wall for support, with no need for him to say a word.  Alexis runs her pink tongue up the length of his shaft, before pulling his cock in her mouth as quickly as she can, enjoying the familiar taste of the pre cum on its tip. It is so salty she can’t help but want more, causing her to suck on him harder.  Chris groans loudly when he is engulfed in the warm heat of her mouth.  Although Alexis wants to drag out her teasing, she can feel the heat coursing through him and she knows now is not the moment to take her time.  She sucks him in deeper until he is pressed against the back of her throat.  As her mouth slides off him again, he moans deeply, bucking his hips into her.  He grabs her hair into a ponytail, watching below to see her mouth slide on and off his stiff rod, wet and shiny with her spit.  His moans tell her she was doing her job right.  She can tell Chris is much more turned on than usual, feeling his fingers tensing in her dark hair after only a couple of minutes.

Enjoying the reaction she gets from him, she wraps her manicured fingers around the base of his cock and squeezes him hard enough to make him jerk forward, pulsing in her hand. She begins to stroke him long and fast in the way he taught her he likes.  Her fingers graze his tip, she twists her hand lightly to the side, and squeezes him gently along the shaft.  He begins to moan louder and shifts against the wall to support himself better.  She looks up at him with her dark brown eyes just to see the pleasure on his face.  She smiles, realizing he is a good teacher.  He has shown her exactly what he wants from her and she gives it to him.  Her mouth closes around him again, moving her head up and down along his hard length, reaching her hands to grasp his thighs, holding him back as he begins to fuck her face.

He continues his onslaught, her mouth stretching around him, pushing to the depths of her throat, riding in and out.  She breaths hard through her nose to keep up with his force and just when she thinks she might break and use their safe word, Chris pulls away.

Pulling away makes Alexis desire him more than she had all week.  She wants to taste him again and he is denying her.  She doesn’t complain as he turns the water off and wraps her in a towel.  She waits on her knees, ignoring the pain caused by the hard surface.  She looks up to find him watching her intently. He grabs her under the chin, pulling her up to him, kissing the top of her head.  “Go wait on the bench,” he quietly orders.  She exits the tub, grabbing another towel to dry her hair and momentarily watches him in the mirror as he dries off.  She smiles when he winks at her reflection.

She is thankful for the room renovations she completed shortly before meeting Chris. The bench she placed at the foot of the bed, that she bought to use simply for sitting and putting on her shoes, has proved to be most useful for more fun things as well.  She kneels on the bench, leaning forward to place her upper body across the edge of the bed.  Her ass is in the air, and feels cool after leaving the steamy confines of the bathroom shower. She leaves the towel wrapped around her body, as he gave it to her and did not tell her to remove it.

He enters the room carrying a personal warmth with him.  She can hear him moving around the room, but does not turn to watch him.  Just thinking about how red her ass was the last time she watched him without permission makes her wet.  Today she needs his sex more than she needs his punishment, so she works to be a good girl.

Watching him all week in her classroom has been a challenge for her.  She’s constantly on the edge of an orgasm just being near him and is so fucking wet, by mid-week she had started bringing an extra pair or panties to change at lunch time.  She grins when she remembers the look on his face when he discovered the drenched panties she left in his desk Thursday afternoon.

“What are you grinning at?” he asks, bending to reach the condom package from his jeans pocket.  “You can tell me.”

“My wet underwear in your desk,” she giggles.

He comes to stand behind her, dragging his tight dick, ready for more, across her rounded cheeks high in the air.  “Thanks for the reminder,” he says as he smacks his hand across her ass.  “I did like that surprise,” he chuckles, “but that wasn’t very nice of you.”  He smacks her again, and then rubs her cheek to make sure she’s not in any real pain.  She knows from his vantage point he can see all her secrets and he knows how wet she is for him, how her ass quivers from her spanking. She secretly hopes for more, but doesn’t want to anger him today.

His hands slide over her firm ass, cupping underneath to reach her deep folds, finding her wet, dripping.  He knew she was ready. “You have been good this week, waiting for me.”  His voice shows pride for his favorite student.  She can hear him opening the foil packet, and imagines the beauty of him rolling the thin film over his hard cock.

“It wasn’t nice when you didn’t meet me Wednesday,” she whines.  “I needed you then.”

As soon as the words pass her lips, she knows she slipped up.  He didn’t ask if she had been waiting, or hadn’t prompted her to speak.  He slaps his hand across her ass again, a little more forcefully, “You’ll remember to hold your tongue, pretty girl.”  He chuckles as he sinks his throbbing dick between her wet lips.  “Well, it wasn’t nice of the witch I work for to leave all the paper work for me.  But we can talk about that later.”

He pistons in and out filling her juicy void.  At the end of each stroke, he pulls his cock all the way out, watching as her rim springs back, waiting till it’s tight again to push back in.  He slides in just far enough to cause her slight pain before pulling back out, whimpering and begging him to put his cock back in.  His fucking has no rhythm and she never knows when he will slam back into her, each time a wonderful surprise, his cock seeming to grow from desire with each thrust till she thinks she will cry.   His hands grab at her ass as he pulls her back to him and he reaches forward to pinch her nipples. “I like teasing you, you take it so good,” he says into the quiet of the room, only the slapping of their bodies together making sound.  She can feel the tightening in his balls and prepares herself for his release, “Please,” she whines, “can I come too?”

He pulls out, yanking off the condom and shoots over her lower back, a hot steady stream.  She feels it run down her crack as he massages it into her skin, caressing across her pink asshole, begging to be played with.  With his other hand, he offers her a lick when she looks back to him, disappointment on her face. “Maybe later,” he teases, smiling at the way she licks his fingers clean.

He reaches for the towel that had fallen lose from her body and cleans his mess.  He wraps her in the other towel and tosses her on the bed, lying next to her, playing with her hair, kissing her forehead.  “Such a good girl; such a good student,” he praises.

She watches the rise and fall of his chest and listens to his heartbeat.  The dark hairs on his arms are more prominent in the sunlight that drifts into the room and she lazily runs her fingers along his happy trail.  She sighs.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were a student at the college? That you were studying to be a teacher?”

He flattens her hair across her forehead and kisses her temple.  “I believe on the second time we met, your exact words were ‘I just need a fuck toy, all I need to know is that you are my personal trainer. That’s it.’  And that’s the way you’ve kept it.  I’ve lost track of how many times you rejected my dinner invitations.”

“Damn, I did say that, didn’t I?”

He chuckles, “And then we fucked like crazy in the shower stall at the gym.”

She blushes remembering some of their escapades at the gym and in his car during the last few months.  “You remember that one time the guy walked in? Thank god he didn’t see me; a kid in third hour? That’s his dad. That would make for embarrassing conferences in two weeks.”

“You didn’t want to know anything about me, or tell me anything about you… I was surprised you trusted me enough with your apartment key.”

She props herself up on her elbow to look at him.  “The tile floor was getting too hard on my knees…  But you knew who I was?  So why didn’t you ask for a different placement?  We can’t work together.”

“Yeah, I knew who you were.  You’re in the newspaper every other week, some amazing accomplishment with your students.  When I was told I was getting assigned to work with you, I was thrilled.  Out there, you’re a master teacher, and I want to learn from the best.  In here, in your bed, I’m the Master.”

“Yes, thank you for my lesson today,” she responds passively, wet already beginning to replenish in her sweet hole, wanting him to finish his task.

“Rest.  Saturday School isn’t over,” he growls quietly against her head, lavishing sweet kisses across her temple again.

to be continued…

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