Make Me Bad(Private Lessons)

Make Me Bad(Private Lessons) By W.H. Vega



Chapter One


Madison





I shake my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts escaping from my subconscious. Suddenly I feel uncomfortably self-aware, and I throw my dark hair over my shoulder; one of my many nervous tells. I see Luc raise his eyebrows at me and I can't help but blush. I know I should look away but I can’t. Luc is still staring at me; I can sense the hunger in his eyes, his gaze practically setting my skin on fire. His dark wavy hair has fallen across his mysterious, brooding eyes and I can feel the fire in my belly ignite as lust takes hold of me.

I shouldn’t have drunk so much wine. I’m not a drinker, not even on the weekends, and I’ve had at least four glasses by now. My head is light and fuzzy from the alcohol and my inhibitions are fading more with each passing second. I glance around at the rest of our party and realize our table has almost emptied. Out of the ten of us who stumbled into this little café, there are only five of us left, including my closest friend, Cleo.

Cleo happens to be a seasoned drinker, and she’s easily taken to the wine-filled nights and heavy partying that goes along with living abroad in Paris. She’s hanging onto Philippe, her love interest du-jour, batting her eyelashes and talking in hushed tones. The only person in Paris I would need to explain myself to, is drunk and caught up with her own romantic goals.

I look back at Luc, and he’s still staring at me. His eyes are dark and intense, full of promise and all things forbidden. Maybe it’s the amount of wine I’ve consumed, or the fact that it’s well past midnight and we’re sitting in a dark, smoky café in Paris, or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been wickedly lusting after my music professor since our first study abroad orientation meeting.

Whatever the reason, feeling emboldened by the wine, I stare back and level my gaze to his. I see a hint of surprise register on Luc’s face before he licks his lips and jerks his head towards the back of the bar. He pushes back his chair, stands up very carefully and steals a glance at me before turning and striding confidently toward the back hallway. My pulse quickens as I watch him, my eyes drink in his tall frame and wild hair.

He wants me to follow him; that much is clear.

I know I shouldn't follow him...but I want to, so badly.

Following my older, brooding, music professor into some dark hallway after we’ve had too much to drink and have been ogling each other all night is the worst possible thing I could do right now. But who am I kidding? We’ve been ogling each other since arriving in Paris ten days ago. It’s been ten days of sexual banter, flirtatious behavior and borderline inappropriate comments.

And I don’t care anymore.

“Excuse me.” I mumble to the others at the table, as I push back my chair and get up to follow Luc. No one gives me a second glance.

Nervously, I make my way to the back of the bar, running my hand self-consciously through my thick hair and pulling at my black dress. I’m not sure what I’m going to find at the end of the hallway, and it’s so dark I have to slow down to try to figure out where Luc has gone.

I feel a hand reach out and grab me and I let out a small yelp in surprise. Luc pulls me into a dimly lit bathroom and shuts the door behind us, pushing me up against the door as he bolts the lock.

“I knew you’d follow me.” he says somewhat cockily, his breath warm and sweet against my face.

“Yes.” I breathe. I can’t manage anything else. My heart is beating fast and my mind is swirling.

Luc presses his forehead to mine, breathing heavily as he runs his hand along my nylons.

“I’ve wanted to touch you since we first arrived.”

His hand slides under my dress and I moan softly, closing my eyes. I can feel myself getting wetter at his slightest touch.

“I’ve wanted to touch you even before that.” I counter.

He stops, puzzled, his eyes intense.

“Since when?” he smiles.

“Since the first orientation meeting.” I admit, a grin spread across my face, my eyes still closed. I'm wishing, willing his hand to move higher toward my aching sex.

He makes a small groan in the back of his throat before pushing his hips hard against me, pinning me to the bathroom door and crushing his lips to mine. I’m assaulted by sensations – the touch of his soft lips moving hungrily against my own, and his insistent hips against my body, pushing his hard erection through the thin material of my dress. God, it feels like I've waited my entire life for this moment. I can't remember the last time I was this wet, this turned on for anyone.

I moan into Luc’s mouth, the mouth I’ve studied endlessly for the past few weeks. Our kiss is fierce and hungry, full of passion, and unapologetically sinful and I feel like I'm in a movie. This is something that I have never done in my life, and until recently, could have never envisioned actually doing.

“I need to f*ck you.” Luc gasps.

Rather than being appalled by his crude language, I’m turned on even more by his desperate need for me. The fact that he wants me makes me feel so incredibly horny.

“Please.” I hear myself beg. If I hadn’t uttered the word myself, I never would have believed it was my own voice. It was the voice of a woman. A woman who knows what she wants, a woman who's filled with desire and lust for a man.

Luc tears at my nylons and I feel them rip apart against my thighs. His hands slide over my heated skin, and I love it. I love the way his fingers expertly skim up my inner thighs, and pull down my thong with such authority. A gasp escapes my lips as his fingers slip between my pink folds, I can feel how wet I am for him. I'm so aroused I start to tremble uncontrollably, my nerves overloaded with anticipation of eminent pleasure. My legs feel weak and I throw my arms around Luc's neck to hold myself up as his fingers begin to caress my *. It feels so f*cking good. The buildup of watching him and pining for him all night, all week, has made me more than ready for this moment. Luc groans again when he realizes the same thing; I am more than ready for him to be inside me.

But first he slips a finger inside me, and swirls it around gently, teasing me as his tongue pushes into my mouth. He works his finger and tongue in tandem, already he’s unlike any man that I’ve ever been with and my body knows it. I can feel the wetness beginning to run down my inner thighs and onto his hands as he spreads me open to fit a second finger inside me. I wrap my arms around him even tighter, bearing my weight around his shoulders completely, unable to stand on my own two feet. He kisses my neck, his tongue licking hungrily up the back of it, nibbling on the sensitive skin of my ear lobe.

Not that I’ve been with many men, and never the sort of real man I consider Luc to be, but he has me feeling so naive, so innocent again. Up until now I’ve only been with all-too-eager horny college boys who’ve rammed their tongues into my mouth and screwed like jack rabbits. But this...is an experience I can never come back from, I know that this man is going to ruin me forever.

I slide my hands up around Luc’s back, trailing my nails against the back of his neck and I feel him shiver slightly. I feel empowered by this small reaction from him. I've never felt this kind of thrill before, and knowing I have sexual power over an older man is tantalizing beyond belief. I tangle my fingers in Luc’s wild and curly hair, something I’ve fantasized about doing since I first set eyes on him.

As Luc’s hands continue to explore my p-ssy, his mouth trails down my exposed neck and across the skin of my chest just above my boat neck collar. He quickly tugs my dress down, and expertly pops my breasts out of my bra.

Oh my god. The smell of my own sex on his hand drives me wild and makes my * practically ache with need. I try to slow my breathing but it's no use, and my heart is beating so fast I feel like it's going to explode.

His hands go south again, and with his full soft lips, he draws in one of my nipples, sucking softly before pulling it gently between his teeth. The sensation is incredible and I can feel my nipple harden in his warm mouth. He sucks and pulls at it again, rimming my hard nipple with his silky tongue before taking my other breast in his mouth.

“Luc,” I moan, unable to control myself, wanting him more than I ever wanted anything in my life. I literally feel like I will die if he doesn’t enter me, and I can already feel my body on the brink of a powerful orgasm.

And then I surprise myself again by doing something I would never normally do. I slide my hands down his chest and to his belt. I fumble with the buckle, and mercifully I am able to undo it. I can feel Luc smile against me, and he begins making slow deliberate circles around my * with the pads of his fingers.

Oh. God. It feels so f*cking good.

I yank his buttons open and pull down his fly, my hands desperate to touch him. I slip his boxers over his cock, and take his thick girth in my hands. He feels so warm and solid against my palm. I feel him pulsing and throbbing within my grasp and I want him in the most primal of ways. I want to wrap my mouth around his gorgeous cock, suck him until he explodes deep within my throat and keep sucking him until there's nothing left. I want all of him.

But Luc has other plans and I know we don’t really have much time.

He quickly reaches down into one of his pockets and pulls out a small foil wrapper. He deftly tears it open and in record time has it rolled down his impressive length.


He hoists me up against the wall in his strong arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, as he effortlessly supports my weight.

He holds my sopping wet slit just above his throbbing cock, rubbing his head along my slick folds, teasing me, and torturing me in the most exquisite way. I pull him close and crush my lips against his, pushing my tongue into his mouth, letting him know how much I need him inside me. Without wasting another moment he starts to push inside of me, stretching me open, filling me up inch by inch. I cry out from the sensation, my muscles clenching tightly around Luc, making him growl with pleasure. Panting, he drives into me again, further and further into the depths of me with each thrust, and I love it. I hear my breath coming out in ragged gasps, and I clutch tightly to him, my mind and body overcome.

All I can focus on is the feeling of every ridge and vein of his cock as he squeezes into my tight flesh, parting me like no man has ever done before. Luc pushes into me again and again, and my body thuds softly against the restroom door. I can feel the pleasure building between my thighs, and then before I can even process what my body is doing, I succumb to my orgasm and explode around Luc, coming hard and crying out as I orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Luc is still inside me, and I can feel my inner muscles flutter and spasm against him. He makes a deep, animalistic sound in his throat, and then he thrusts two more times, harder and deeper than before, and I feel him twitch and throb within me. He gasps, and then lazily pushes inside me three more times, spilling the last of his seed, before he gently lowers my legs to the ground.

I can’t tell if my head is fuzzier now than it was before, but my legs are so weak I can barely stand.

Luc pulls out of me, and then turns his back to me as he disposes of the used condom in the garbage behind him. I busy myself with fixing my outfit and hair as he pulls up and zips his pants.

My nylons are ruined, and my thong is ripped but I don’t really care. In fact, I’m not exactly sure how I feel at the moment. I slip off my boots and then pull off my trashed nylons and throw them in the garbage. I fix my underwear, straighten my dress, and then step to the mirror so I can fix my collar and my hair.

I don’t quite recognize the girl in the mirror. I don't know the girl who would do what I just did.

My hair is mussed up in a sexy kind of way, and I smooth it down just a bit so I’m not completely rocking that just-f*cked look. My blue eyes are bright and sparkly, and my cheeks are flushed and rosy in a kind of way that can’t be imitated by any amount of makeup.

I wonder if I should feel dirty or scandalized?

Because I don’t.

I feel empowered.

I feel older.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like a woman.

Luc comes up behind me, also cleaned up and pulled together.

“That was amazing,” he whispers.

I turn around and smile at him. Will things be different between us now? Not we were really anything before, but I’m not sure what to expect now.

“See you back out there.” He grabs my hand and squeezes it before unlocking the door and leaving me alone in the bathroom.

“Oh my god.” I whisper happily to myself. All of a sudden I picture my mother’s face and I quickly push it out of my mind. My mother would have a heart attack if she knew what I had just done. And in addition to that, she would absolutely freak out and give me a load about, “What if the media found out?”

I ignore the imaginary voice of my mother in my head, quickly check myself in the mirror again, and hurry back out into the hallway. My eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and I can see what's left of our group still sitting at the table. Luc is sitting down now, jovially carrying on with the other people at the table.

I come up to the table, pull out my seat and quietly sit down. Luc gives me a smoldering look and then carries on with his conversation. No one seems to notice anything, especially Cleo who grins innocently at me and then returns to her conversation with Philippe.

I try to focus on the conversations around me but it’s impossible after what has just happened with Luc.

I am in shock.

I just had sex with my older, very mysterious, very sexy music professor.

In a café.

In Paris.

As I relive our tryst in my mind, and feel the cool air against my now-bare legs, I don’t notice as Luc waves over our sulky waiter. Luc begins a conversation with him, and then I take notice, realizing that this is now the second time that I’ve heard Luc converse in French. I know basic French, enough to get around the city, but Luc seems to be fluent, which only adds to his mystery and sex appeal.

I feel my heart sink as Luc puts a stack of Euros down on the table and excuses himself without so much as a glance my way.

What?

The others just wave him off, but flustered, and still a little tipsy, I stand up. I’m not sure where Luc is staying exactly, but I know that it’s only one or two blocks from the flat I share with Cleo.

“Umm, want me to walk with you?” I ask, suddenly feeling very silly in front of everyone.

Luc gives me a quick shake of his head, and I instantly feel incredibly embarrassed. Why is he leaving already? Does he not want my company?

I’m clearly reading into things way too much because I barely know Luc and we’ve only spoken a few times. In fact, our classes at NYU Paris just started three days ago.

Luc slyly winks at me and flashes me his sexy half smile, then he bids the table good night and disappears out into the cold night.

“That is one hot teacher.” Ava observes, taking a sip of her Pinot Noir.

I've known Ava vaguely from our music classes at NYU, and so far I am enjoying being in Paris with her. But right now, I want nothing more than to go back to my flat and go to bed. The last thing I want to do is hear about her crushing on Luc too. I suddenly start to feel sick from all the wine, and while I don’t regret what has just happened, I know that I'm going to have some pretty clear and sober thoughts about it in the morning.

Cleo is still whispering with Philippe, but I don’t care.

“Cleo, I’m really ready to go.” I say, pulling my hat out of my purse.

“Really?” she asks, clearly not ready to go.

“Yes.”

“Actually, I’m ready to go, too.” Ava says, standing up.

Her roommate Grace stands also. “Me too.” she says.

Ava smiles at me. “We’ll walk you back to your place.”

“Thanks.” I say, forcing a polite smile. Not that I don't feel comfortable walking around by myself at night, but when we all go out we try not to leave anyone out alone. I turn to Cleo. “Are you going to be alright?”

She waves me off, her green eyes bright with alcohol and the thrill of the hunt. “We’ll be fine. See you later!”

Ava, Grace and I make our way out of the café and out onto the darkened streets of Paris. We talk about our classes the next afternoon, but I can’t actually recall any specifics of the conversation. I wave goodbye to them at my door and before I know it, I’m ready for bed. I remember to take two Advil and I drink a big glass of water.

Mercifully, I’m asleep in minutes.