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The first long weekend of the school year should've been the brief yet beloved reprieve that Veronica was looking for, but she hadn't dared hope that Jordan would take it easy on her. He'd grown impossibly bolder and cockier since fucking her against every surface in the Bulldogs workout room well into the night, as if seeing her squeeze herself into a slutty Vixens uniform and walk through the school at his command made him realize how much control he truly had over her. Never mind the fact that it was after hours and the chances of her actually getting caught were slim at best. She'd done it despite the risk to her job and her reputation, simply because he wanted her to, and every day he seemed to find a new way to see how far he could push her.
Turns out, he can push pretty damn far when he's dangling the last shreds of her dignity from his fingertips.
Which is how she finds herself anxiously glancing over her shoulder as she stands on his doorstep, praying that she'll make it inside unnoticed. The street is empty, half of the cars gone as families are eager to get a head start out of town for the holiday weekend, but still. If Riverdale has taught her anything, it's to assume that someone is always watching.
She flinches when the door swings open, and then Jordan is filling the doorway in nothing but a towel cinched loosely around his hips, his hair damp dripping water onto his bare chest, and Veronica's stomach clenches tightly. She almost glances over her shoulder again, worried someone will choose now to walk by, while her student is half-naked and she's on his front step with an overnight bag hooked over her shoulder, but she knows her panic would only amuse him.
"Right on time, Ms. L," Jordan drawls, his smirk wide and his eyes glinting. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were eager to get our weekend started."
Veronica presses her lips together. With his parents already gone for the long weekend, Jordan would've had three full days to have her at his mercy, but of course he couldn't simply settle for that. If it wasn't for his football practice, he probably would've expected her within an hour of the dismissal bell, or perhaps he would've ditched the idea of having her pack a bag altogether, so he could've taken her straight home with him instead.
There's at least a little reprieve with the Connors living in the wealthier half of town, where the properties are larger and the houses are further apart, promising some semblance of privacy while Jordan has her at his beck and call. She can only imagine the things he has in mind in her, without the threat of interruption or getting caught to put a damper on his fun.
As if hearing her thoughts, he flashes his teeth in a smile as he finally steps aside to let her in. "We're going to have so much fun together."
If Veronica thought that he'd start off rough, bending her over the closest surface and making her come hard and fast just as he'd done countless times in her own classroom, she was wrong.
Instead, what must be over an hour after stripping out of her clothes in the middle of his foyer, Veronica finds herself tangled with him on the chaise of the couch, trying in vain to keep from grinding against his thick, muscular thigh as she continues jerking his cock off with her cum-covered fist. He'd already come once, splattering his abs and her fingers with his milky seed, but he'd ordered her not to stop. He'd stayed impossibly hard after his orgasm, twitching and pulsing in her hand, and her cunt grew slicker with envy where his thigh was tucked between hers.
The worst part? She'd gotten wet entirely on her own, from nothing but the friction of his skin against her cunt and the musk of his scent in the air, until she's practically humping his leg with how much she's squirming.
All the while, Jordan barely pays her any attention, his eyes fixed on the porn he pulled up on the ridiculously massive flat screen mounted to the wall as a schoolgirl was being eaten out in front of them. The camera was zoomed in on the sight of her plaid skirt bunched around her hips, her bearded professor taking slow, languid, teasing licks of her swollen cunt, the wet sounds and her wanton whimpers filling the vast space of the living room in surround sound.
Veronica nearly whimpers in harmony with the girl as her own cunt tingled, her clit throbbing, desperate for the same attention.
When Jordan comes again, it's with a low, rumbling groan that Veronica feels with the way she's pressed against him, hips jutting up into her fist as more sticky, hot cum spurts over her hand. She hates that her mouth nearly waters at the heady, salty scent of it, that she has the strongest urge to lick her own fingers clean, her cunt clenching as if it's milking every drop for itself.
"Shit," Jordan grunts out with a laugh as he finally bats her hand away, the last tremors of his orgasm washing over him as he winds an arm around Veronica's waist and tucks her even tighter against him. "With how wet my thigh feels, Mr. L, I would've thought you just came, too."
Her face flushes with heat, yet it doesn't stop her writhing against his hold as she tries to grind against him for any semblance of friction and relief from the tingling in her cunt.
"Don't be shy." He smacks her ass hard, making her gasp. "If you want to come, you know what to do."
Veronica bites her lip, cheeks growing hotter with indignation, but that doesn't stop her from beginning to hump his leg in earnest. It's embarrassing, just how easily she's come to follow his command, regardless of how degrading they truly are, but she can't focus on anything right now that finally tipping over the edge of pleasure she's been dangling off.
She clutches at his broad shoulders, thick and toned from football, wondering not for the first time how a teenager could have this kind of body on him. If she closed her eyes and desperately tried to block out the shame, with a matured, imposing physique like his, she could almost pretend that it wasn't her own student that was manhandling her, making her come faster and harder than she has since she was back in high school.
Veronica tucks her head into his shoulder as she grinds her clit hard and quick against his hip, gasping, feeling the pleasure beginning to tighten at the base of her spine, but then Jordan is clamping his large hand around her throat and forcing her head back.
"I don't think so," he chides, gripping her chin so she has no choice but to hold his gaze as she humps his leg to orgasm. "None of that hiding shit with me, Ms. L. When you come, I want you to know exactly whose body you're coming all over."
Veronica moans as she tightens her legs around him, eyelids falling half-closed as her cunt begins spasming with her orgasm against his leg. It isn't nearly as satisfying as coming from his tongue or his fingers or his cock, yet she chases the high with desperate, sloppy jerks of her hip against his thigh, staring up at the smug expression on Jordan's face as her vision blurs at the edges from pleasure. He jerks her head closer, licking into her gasping mouth with a deep kiss, and Veronica practically purrs as the waves of pleasure continue crashing over her.
She hates how much she loves this.
"Atta girl," he murmurs, the praise coming out like the taunt it truly is as he sucks on her tongue and nips at her lips. Then he tucks his fingers into her hair, tugging, and Veronica gasps as he guides her off and shoves her face down on his lap. "Now make sure you clean up every last drop. Don't want my parents finding out we christened their brand new couch, do you?"
After he'd finally let her come, it's as if he made it his goal to do it again and again and again, as fast and slow and hard and deep as he could, and on every surface of his house he could throw her against or bend her over.
He splayed her out on the dining table, sucking on her clit until she squirted all over the linen tablecloth.
He bent her over the kitchen island, clamping his hand around her throat as he fucked her from behind until she was shuddering around his cock, nearly on the verge of passing out.
He dragged her into his parents' ensuite bathroom, sitting on the built-in shower bench and making her ride him through two orgasms as he groped her with soapy hands.
And now he has her spread out on her back across the plush carpet of the study, her hips lifted in the air with his bruising grip as he fucked her with deep, hard strokes, making her eyes roll back as he hit that sweet spot inside of her again and again. Veronica can feel the pleasure swirling in her stomach too tightly and too quickly, but she can't do anything but take it, clawing at the carpet and keening out as he squeezes out yet another orgasm out of her. She's trembling from the force of it, practically gasping for air as it crashes over her, and Jordan grunts as he snaps his hips harder and faster.
Then he's curling over her, biting down on one of her nipples and then sucking it harshly, sloppily, as his cum spills deep inside of her. Veronica whines, squirming as the sensations of his mouth on her tits drags out her own pleasure, making her quiver from the tremors of her orgasm, but his weight keeps her pinned in place as he spurts rope after rope of his seed inside of her. She can feel it already starting to drip out despite how tightly her cunt is clamped around his cock, and she hates that her clit practically tingles in response, as if it wants even more.
Everything feels heady and hazy, so much so that she can only manage a whimper in response as he gathers her in his arms and lifts her up with ease. It's ridiculous how Jordan hardly seems to break a sweat no matter how hard he fucks her or how many times he's come, but she supposes it shouldn't be a surprise. Not only is he young, but he's also an athlete.
And without any practices or games for the next three days, he seems determined to burn off all his energy on her.
Veronica feels him slip his cock from her tingling pussy right before he practically drops her down onto leather chair sitting behind the large, oak desk, even more of their cum leaking out of her and onto the cushion. The very same cushion his father no doubt sits atop every day. She feels her cheeks burn out of mortification, but she's simply too exhausted to even attempt to scramble off.
Jordan grins at her smugly as if he knows this, too, hooking both of her knees over the arms of the chair so that she's spread out even more, more cum oozing out from her glistening cunt.
"Looks like you upgraded from hot teacher to naughty professor," he taunts, flashing his teeth in a wide smile as he picks up a feathered quill from its perch on the desk. "The only thing missing is your fuck me glasses, but that's okay. We got all weekend to get to the fun stuff." He drags the tip of the quill along the inside of one thigh, making her shiver at the ticklish sensation, until he drags it against her throbbing clit and she jolts in the chair. She nearly draws her legs closed, but his other hand shoots out to grip her knee to stop her, and she whimpers as she eases her legs back over the arms of the chair once more. "Don't worry, Ms. L," Jordan says, licking his lips as he swirls the quill around her clit once more, relishing in the way she trembles. "I know your cunt needs a break. Luckily, your little clitty looks like she's ready to play."
Veronica strains to keep her legs open as he brings the quill back to her throbbing little bundle of nerves, reaching up to grasp the back of the chair as her spine arches and her legs quiver. Every brush of the feather has her clit tingling and twitching, her cunt oozing more cum out of its folds as it clamps over aching emptiness, and she feels herself panting from the effort not to clamp her legs shut against the ticklish sensation against her overstimulated sex.
Occasionally, he drags the now-damp tip up to her tits, brushing it across her ribs, the underside of her breasts, her pebbled nipples, until her mouth is parting in a silent moan and her eyelids are fluttering shut. Then he drags it back down, circling her clit again and again, and she digs her nails into the chair as she mewls with every pass of the quill.
She feels impossibly aroused yet again, pleasure swirling low in her stomach until she finds herself trying to roll her hips up into the featherlight friction.
She's so distracted by it that she doesn't notice that he's come to stand right beside her until his other hand is tangling in her hair, yanking her close enough to thrust his cock into her gasping mouth. He continues twirling the feather over her clit, making her whine and moan around his thickness as he bumps his tip against the back of her throat with every thrust, his pace slow enough not to distract her from her impending orgasm but fast enough that she struggles to catch her breath. Which, of course, only serves to push her closer to her peak as she begins to tremble from the pleasure tightening inside of her.
"All you need is my cock and you're ready to come again," Jordan taunts, snapping his hips and hitting the back of her throat as he brushes the quill against her clit, and Veronica chokes out a cry around his cock as her orgasm bursts through her. He chuckles and fucks her face in earnest, gripping her hair even tighter, and her eyes nearly roll back. "Whether it's pounding your pussy or your mouth, you can't get enough, can't you, Ms. L?"
He yanks her head back, tossing the quill aside as she squirms through the waves of her orgasm, and then he's gripping his cock and tugging it in quick jerks. "How does it feel to be hooked on your own student's cock?" He guides himself closer, until his tip is practically bobbing against her cheeks and lips, painting her flushed skin and swollen mouth as his milky seed begins to spurt out of him. "To crave the taste of your student's cum?"
It splashes across her face, some of it dripping into her mouth and onto her tongue as she pants through her own orgasm, and she nearly moans at the oh so familiar taste as its musky scent fills her senses.
When the last of it has splashed across her chin and her neck, he shoves tow cum-slick fingers into her mouth, humming in smug satisfaction as she instantly begins sucking his sticky seed from his fingertips.
"Fucking greedy girl," he chuckles, and her eyes dart up to his as he shoves his fingers a little deeper. "Don't worry, Ms. L. I've got a lot planned for us this weekend, so you'll get your fill of cock and cum. Or maybe not," he adds, eyes glinting. "You are a Lodge, after all. Once you're hooked on something, you can't ever be satisfied, can't you?"