Make Me Bad(Private Lessons)

Chapter Eight




Madison





I’m out of my mind as Luc begins to fulfill my every fantasy. He’s finally stopped asking me questions about my sexual past, or lack thereof, and is now busy focusing on my body.

I can barely breathe as he slides my underwear down, leaving me in only my skimpy cami. His hands graze my skin, touching me everywhere except where I’m dying to be touched, and he seems to enjoy teasing me. When his hands finally touch my sex, I can’t help but cry out.

This is so different than any partner I’ve ever had.

“So eager.” he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin.

God I've never been this wet before...

His fingers glide through my folds, moving easily through my wetness, caressing and rubbing me tenderly. He slips two fingers inside me, swirling them around before he begins to push them in and out as he lowers his mouth between my thighs.

Oh. My. God.

My thighs tremble around him, and I buck against the bed, delirious with my need for him. His tongue is everywhere, exploring every forbidden inch of me, and the sensation is only heightened by the skill of his hands.

“Has anyone ever touched you this way?” he breathes.

“No...”

My brain screams, my vision is swimming, no one has ever taken this kind of time with me, or focused so much attention on this part of my body. The phrase Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma’am comes to mind—that pretty much sums up any of my previous sexual experience.

Clawing at the sheets, I moan loudly and freely, knowing there is no one around to hear us.

“Luc.” my voice quivers. I’m so f*cking close...

He reads my mind. “Come for me, Maddie.”

He pleasures my sex with his tongue, moving in long, lush strokes, before thrusting his tongue inside of me, pushing in and out and then slowly down my perineum, licking me where no one ever has before. He increases the speed and pressure of his thumb rubbing on my *, while he licks hungrily from my p-ssy to my ass in long deliberate strokes...and then I fall apart.

I’m falling, spinning out of control and my mind goes blissfully blank as the pleasure consumes me. It starts between my legs, and then spreads throughout my body, until I’m reduced to nothing more than physical sensations and cries of pleasure.

When the quivering finally stops, and my breathing begins to return to normal, I find Luc lying next to me, starting intently as I struggle to open my eyelids.

“You enjoy it so much,” he remarks.

“Of course. How could I not?”

“I love watching you. You’re so into the experience.”

I prop myself up on one elbow and look at him. “Are you telling me that other people, you’ve – you know – been with, haven’t been into that?”

How could someone not be into that? That was literally the best twenty minutes of my life and the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. In this moment, I feel like I would follow Luc to the ends of the Earth if it meant he would continue doing that to me forever.

Luc chuckles as if I’m missing some kind of a joke. “Let’s just say not all women are as eager and into it as you are.”

I turn red, embarrassed. “Is it weird that I was so excited?”

“No, no, no.” he says softly, reaching out to reassure me. “That’s not what I meant at all. I loved that you responded that way. It’s just different being with someone as young as you are. You’re so much freer is all...”

I begin to feel very self-conscious. I’m not exactly sure what he means, and I still feel like I'm missing something, but I let it slide. I'm feeling too damn good, and I want to enjoy my sexual high.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. Sometimes I say stupid things. I can be awkward at times.”

I look over at Luc and think that he is anything but awkward. He seems so worldly and experienced, not to mention mysterious. He symbolizes everything that I’m not.

“What would your parents say if they knew you were here?” he husks, his hand moving across the fabric of my camisole.

“My parents? Really? That’s a good way to kill the mood.” I fix him with a deliberate stare. Were we really going to talk about my parents while both of us are pant-less and lying in his bed?

“I’m not trying to kill the mood. I just want to know what they would think.”

I sigh loudly, blowing at a piece of hair that’s fallen in my face. “They would freak out, okay? They would probably lose their minds. Why? Do you plan on calling them and telling them that you just went down on their daughter?”

He blinks at my language, clearly surprised.

“No.”

“All right, well let’s not talk about them. I’m their only daughter. My father would probably show up outside your apartment with a shotgun.” I bite my lip. “And he’s not a shotgun kind of guy.” I add.

Luc laughs softly. “You’re funny.”

“I’m glad I amuse you.”

“You are amusing. You’re sassier than I pegged you for.” He quiets for a moment, and his mood changes. I can feel it. He’s become darker, more pensive. “Life hasn’t worn you down yet.” He pauses for a beat. “You haven’t experienced any real hurt yet, have you?”

I’m uncomfortable again. The mood has gone from light to heavy, and I feel the age gap between us. I’m not really sure what he means. I guess he’s right that I haven’t had any real hurt, but his comment is presumptuous.

“Real hurt?” I repeat, trying to sound mature.

“Oh, I’m not holding it against you. Just making an observation. You’re lucky. Sometimes people your age have experienced things that age them too quickly. You know – they’ve lost a parent, or been through some kind of awful ordeal.”

I think about my mother immediately. It’s only come up a few times, but I know she went through something terrible when she was fifteen involving my granddaddy’s friends. She didn’t speak to my granddaddy for a long time, and apparently it was my father who helped her get her life back on track. I think she was really sad and depressed for a long, long time and I know she never thought that she would ever get married or have kids.

“I’ve been through a couple bad break ups, but I guess you’re right. I’m not jaded yet.”

He laughs again. “Do you find me jaded?”

“Is that a trick question? I don’t know. Are you jaded? You’re mysterious, that’s for sure. You’re kind of dark—no offense—but in a brooding kind of way. Sometimes you seem really happy, but then you kind of slip back inside yourself again and retreat.”

He leans back to stare at me. “You’ve observed all that about me?”

I shrug. “I just pick up on things. I’ve probably been studying you more than I’d like to admit.”

“You seem to know me better than I’d like to admit.”

Hmm. So I guess I've figured Luc out pretty well. I'm kind of proud of myself.


“I guess I am jaded,” he offers, after a long pause.

“Why do you think that is?”

“Oh, Madison.” he sighs. Usually I don’t like when people use my full name, because it sounds so formal, but I like when Luc uses it. “That’s another story for another time. Or should I say, multiple stories? No need to air my dirty laundry.” He nuzzles against my chest, his hand sliding under my camisole. “Besides, I have other ideas for what we can do with our time. No need to bore you with my depressing life stories.”

And how can I argue with that?

He slides my shirt up, and I lift my arms so he can pull it off. He makes a sound deep in his throat when he sees my demi-cup bra, and he swiftly unhooks it and pulls it off.

Luc looks at me like I’m some kind of Holy Grail he’s been searching for. It’s flattering and frightening at the same time; he seems so in awe of my body. He yanks his shirt over his head and then he’s before me in all his glory.

I drink him in as if I'm looking at him for the first time. I can savor him this time, and there’s no article of clothing covering up any beautiful inch of him. He isn’t beefy and muscular, but instead, trim and strong in all the right places. His body is powerful in a way I can’t describe.

He focuses on my breasts; taking them into his mouth and sucking on them with unbridled desire...he's definitely a boob man. I writhe under him, wrapping my legs around him, and trailing my nails down his back. I can’t get enough of him, and I wildly grasp at his body. I’m still so aroused, so turned on.

I grip him in my hands, pulling him in long strokes and I feel him grow even harder in my grasp.

“Wait.” he chokes, and he stumbles off me and quickly returns with a foil wrapper. He quickly unwraps the condom and rolls it down the length of his cock.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, toying with me.

“Yes. I want it.”

He grips himself by the shaft and hovers above me, enjoying himself.

“Please.” I beg.

Ever so carefully, he enters me, sliding in with painstaking slowness. He’s showing me that he’s in control. He pushes inside me with shallow thrusts, making me moan wantonly.

Oh my gosh, I’ve never made sounds like this before.

I grab at his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside me, wanting all of him. I need to feel all of him...

At last, he gives me what I want, thrusting deep inside me with such force that I cry out with mingled pain and surprise. He begins to move inside me with a combination of slow shallow thrusts and long, deep thrusts. I give myself over to him, pushing my hips up and meeting his thrusts as he grinds against my *.

Nothing else exists besides Luc and I in this moment. It’s not as frenzied as our encounter in the bathroom, but it’s hotter, more passionate and more intimate. Luc guides me into multiple positions and I don’t resist as he pulls me on top of him, and then spins me around so I’m riding him in reverse.

He pushes me down to my hands and knees, entering me from behind as he squeezes my breasts and I drop down to my elbows, which instantly makes the penetration deeper.

I cry out with each deep thrust and I feel my body respond to Luc, and I begin to feel a build up deep in my belly. The feeling spreads, and then I’m crying out for Luc, shaking beneath him as I drop to the bed, unable to support my own weight.

Luc pulls me back up and continues to enter me from behind. I hear him grunt deeply, clutch at my hips and let out a carnal moan, slamming into me hard and jerking deep within me. I can feel him pulsing as he comes, groaning softly as he relishes in his own climax.

He collapses on top of me, and we both fall onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs. He rolls off of me, pulling me towards him, and I throw my arm across his chest and nestle against his arm.

Luc’s hand slides down to my backside, and he gently traces circles on my hip.

“Do you have somewhere to be tonight?” he asks softly.

“No.”

“Good.”

I’m not sure how long we lay like that, but I’m pretty certain that I fall asleep for a while. My stomach grumbles and Luc sits up on his elbows and looks at me.

“I’ve been a terrible host.” he smirks, “Are you hungry?”

I hadn’t really thought about eating, but now that he’s mentioned it, I realize that I’m famished.

I nod. “I actually am really hungry.” I admit, “Though you’ve been anything but a terrible host.”

He smiles. “Come on. Let’s find something to eat.”

He pulls me out of bed, but I yank my hand from his.

“I need to put something on.” I say, embarrassed.

Luc looks me up and down in a way that I can only describe as eye-f*cking. “You look perfectly fine to me,” he drawls.

Even though he makes me feel sexy, I still can’t bring myself to go traipsing around his apartment completely naked. I quickly grab his black shirt and throw it over me. It just covers my lower half, and the arms are a little long, so I push them up.

“Now you’re just toying with me,” he declares, pulling me to him and giving me a long kiss. His fingers play along the hem of the shirt, slightly grazing my sex and upper thighs.

“Oh.” I moan, closing my eyes.

“Food first.” he teases, releasing me and pulling me towards his kitchen. He grabs his jeans from the floor and pulls them on once we’re in the kitchen.

Knowing there’s nothing under those jeans is very sexy.

“So, I don’t have much,” he prefaces, “but I think we’ll survive.”

“I’m sure whatever you have is fine.”

He takes out two bottles of sparkling water, a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. He rummages in his pantry and reappears with a baguette. He pulls butter out of the fridge, along with two oranges, an apple and some figs.

“Will this do?”

“It’s perfect.”

I settle down at his small kitchen table and start to peel an orange as he opens the bottle of wine.

“Wine?” he asks, holding up a glass.

“Please.”

He pours and places the wine next to me, pours himself a glass, and then begins slicing the bread.

“You aren’t one of those girls who doesn’t eat bread, are you?”

I laugh. “Hardly. And if you’d been paying attention, you would've noticed that I’ve had plenty of bread whenever we’ve been out.”

“I’ve been too busy looking at you to bother taking inventory at what you’ve been eating.” He places the bread down on a plate between us. “However, I have noticed that you’re a bit of a light weight.”

I giggle nervously. “What can I say? I’m a good girl. I was never a big drinker.”

“Oh, I can tell that you’re a good girl, but you’re a saucy thing in the bedroom.” He stops himself, and gives me a sheepish grin. “Sorry. That was kind of a creepy thing to say, wasn’t it?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. I don’t know what comes over me when I’m with you.” I admit.

He smiles to himself and then we stop talking as we fill our bellies. I drink the entire glass of wine, and Luc offers to refill it but I shake my head. One glass is probably plenty for tonight.

“What time is it?” I ask, suddenly realizing that I’ve lost all track of time, though I suppose I don’t really care at this point.

“It’s just after ten. Do you need to go?”

Cleo had plans with Philippe and some of his friends tonight, and when she'd invited me with them, I'd made up an excuse about how I was going to check out some music. It wasn’t exactly a lie, since Luc and I did often make music together. I assume Cleo isn’t coming home tonight, but even if she does sleep at our apartment, I made sure to close the door to my room before I left. She wouldn’t realize I was missing until the morning. I’ll worry about making up an explanation if it comes to that.

“No, I don’t need to go, but I can leave if you have something to do…” I trail off. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.

“If you don’t have to go, I was thinking you could stay for the night.” He raises his eyebrows in a gesture that can only be construed as devious.

My insides clench.

“You haven’t told Cleo about us, have you?” he asks, suddenly harsh.

“Uh—n-n-no.” I stutter, feeling whiplash from the change in his mood and behavior.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but you can’t tell your friends about us.”

“I haven’t said anything.” Yet, I want to add. How can I keep this from Cleo forever?

Luc must have seen a hint of hesitation in my voice and he looks at me sternly. “I mean it, Madison. This could cost both of us if it gets out. You can’t say anything to anyone.”

“All right.” I whisper. I'll have to figure this out later. I can’t argue with him, at least not now.

Luc pours himself a second glass of wine and stands up, holding his hand out for me to join him. I stand and he pulls me towards him. He buries his nose in my hair, running his hand along my neck.

“Have you ever showered with a man?” The way he asks sounds downright naughty.

I shake my head.

“I think it’s time you’ve had the experience.”


He leads me to the bathroom, and without a word, turns on the shower. Keeping his eyes trained on me, he sits his wine down and pulls off his pants. He’s hard and ready – impossible not to notice.

Still staring intensely at me, he pulls me towards him and takes his shirt off me. He steps under the hot water and motions for me to join him.

I follow his lead as the water washes over me.

Luc wraps me in his arms, bringing his mouth to mine and I sigh as I give into him.

I have the feeling that I won’t be doing much sleeping tonight.