Stuck With You

by Graham, Abigail

  I sigh, and Tyler turns my head towards him with a simple touch to my chin with one finger.

  "So, I saved the princess and got a kiss. Does that make us even?"

  I snort. "I'm not a princess."

  "No, you're a queen. A queen who has to bury herself deep down inside for the good of her subjects but longs for a handsome prince to steal into her tower and bring her all the flowery joys of womanhood."

  I burst out laughing.

  "Yeah, that was a little much."

  "Oh yeah, what kind of joys?"

  "Well first, I'd pull you onto my lap."

  "Then what? What if I was one of your college girls?"

  "Then I'd be getting your pants down and my head between your legs, but I'd much rather savor you. No biting to the center of the Tootsie Roll Pop with you."

  "Did you seriously just compare me to a Tootsie Roll Pop?"

  "Yes. Yes, I did."

  "What flavor?"

  "Grape," he purrs.

  I giggle stupidly. "Tyler, we need to stop. I should throw you out, make you switch advisors, and probably drop you from my classes. If I do anything with you it's a serious breach of conduct and it could have permanent consequences."

  "Yeah, but you're not doing that."

  I've also banished my cat from the sofa and I'm crawling onto his lap, gently stroking his chest through his shirt.

  "Your muscles have muscles."

  "You like that, huh?"

  I swallow.

  "Maybe."

  My hands slide down his stomach, feeling yet more muscle under my fingers. He's like living rock. Straddling him, I rest my body against his and move my hands lower, and...

  "Wow," I breathe.

  "What?"

  "Uh, nothing," I say quickly, turning away.

  Tyler grins, puts his hands on my waist, and pulls me in, grinding me against the growing bulge between his legs. Even wearing jeans and with him wearing jeans I can feel the heat of him. I chew my lip unconsciously, shuddering with a memory of sensation. I've never been with anyone like him before, no one so... football player.

  He starts to lift me from his lap.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I really should go. You're right. It would be wrong of me to jeopardize so much of your life. It would be wrong to use you."

  I shift my hips forward and clamp on his thighs with my legs.

  "Oof," he says. "You're no slouch in the strength department yourself, Doc."

  "Stop calling me that."

  "Then what should I call you?"

  "Doctor Mills," I say, "when anyone else is around. When it's the two of us, Cass."

  "Is it going to be the two of us a lot, Cass?"

  "Maybe," I find myself saying. "You're not going anywhere right now, I can tell you that much."

  "Even if I do this?"

  His hand slips into my jeans, fingers curving around my ass. He squeezes. Hard. I squirm a little in his lap but suddenly he's holding me down, and excitement ripples through me in a shivering wave that breaks hard at the top of my scalp when he kisses me.

  It's like before. When our lips touch, an electric connection is made, shocks trickling through my body when his tongue glides over mine. He has a way of being in total control even if I'm the one on top, and it thrills me in a way so deep I barely understand it, only that it makes my legs tense and my fingers dig into his sides.

  Then I grip his shirt and pull up, sticking my hands up under it.

  "Yowch!" he yelps, "Your hands are cold!"

  I laugh. "You let three-hundred-pound running backs slam into your stomach for fun and you make all that noise because my hands are a little chilly?"

  "Linebackers, Cass. Running backs are a different position."

  "I don't give a shit about football positions right now."

  "What sort of positions did you have in mind, then?"

  "Hmm. What would you suggest?"

  "I'm surprised you don't expect me to be boring in bed."

  "Cass, your whole facade has one little mistake in it. Want to know what it is?"

  "What is it?"

  "That lipstick you wear. You wear fuck-me lipstick, and it's so hot I can't stand it. The first time I saw you I thought, I bet she fucks like a wildcat."

  "Did you really?" I say, playfully. "Am I supposed to be charmed? Oh, my academic advisor fucks like a wildcat. That's the first thing you saw."

  He frowns, pulls me towards him.

  "I couldn't get through a conversation with you without it turning me on. I like a fiery woman."

  I roll my hip, grinding on him. He tugs my shirt up now and his hand skims up my back. His other hand moves in my jeans.

  "I just knew, Cass. Soon as our eyes met, I knew. I knew you'd give me hell and I'd like it."

  "What, do you think we're soulmates now?"

  "I wouldn't go that far, but I bet you'll be more amenable to the idea after I'm done with you."

  "Oh, and just what is it you plan to do with me?"

  "Do you want me to file a lesson plan?"

  I laugh. "Oh, very clever, Tyler. Very clever.”

  His hand finds my bra. He deftly unhooks it under my shirt and brings his hand around, sliding his fingers under the cup, then his whole palm, fingers teasing my nipple.

  "You cut diamonds, huh?"

  I laugh. "That's not a sexy thing to say at all."

  "I keep forgetting to be smooth with you. You're too fucking smart anyway."

  I grin. "Keep going."

  "You're so erudite."

  "More."

  "I respect your academic achievements."

  "Don't stop."

  "I read your article in Journal of American Material Culture. The scholarship was awe inspiring."

  "Oh," I say in mock ecstasy, "I'm almost there."

  "Oh bullshit," he says, "but what have we here?"

  His finger slides between my legs and he finds me wet. I bite my lip.

  "I should do something about this," he says. "I can't leave you in this condition. I'm tempted to do that, though."

  "What the hell for?"

  He grins. "So you'll beg me for it."

  I squeeze my legs hard around him again. "Did I say you could leave?"

  "Did I say it's up to you?"

  Suddenly, he stands up, taking me with him. Panic surges and I cling to him, afraid he'll dump me on the floor, but I don't need to be afraid. He supports my full weight easily with one arm. He's incredibly strong. I lock my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck anyway, and then he's carrying me into the bedroom.

  He drops me on the bed, and I skitter back on my heels and hands. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt in a quick, flourishing motion, and I suck in a sharp breath, my heart racing just from the sight of him. He's perfect, a godlike carving of masculinity brought to life. He glances at my mouth and I realize I'm licking my lips.

  "Yours comes off," he says.

  I start the process. He pulls my shirt the rest of the way off and flings it across the room, as if to say I won't be needing it anymore today. My bra, already loose, comes away, and out of some instinct, I cover myself with my arms and hands.

  "Keep doing that," he says, "it's hot."

  I snort. "Is it really?"

  He's tugging on the legs of my jeans.

  "You really rock the mom jeans," he says.

  "High waist makes sure my tat is covered."

  "I don't know why. It's really well done."

  It's hard concentrating on anything he's saying with that massive bulge in his pants staring at me. Or rather, as I stare at it. He smirks wryly.

  "Come on, off with the jeans, Cass. I don't want anything in the way."

  "In the way of what?"

  "I think you know exactly what."

  "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine."

  "Oh, very mature."

  He thrusts his jeans down, kicks out of them.

  "Well?" he says.


  I shake myself from staring at the outline of his cock in his boxers and look up to meet his eyes.

  "I said, you show me yours and I'll show you mine. I want the full monty, boy."

  He grins and shoves his boxers down. They slide to his feet but to me they might as well have disappeared. I can't stop staring.

  "I see you're impressed."

  He puts his hands on his hips and his cock rises to full hardness, huge and erect, rising up towards his stomach. I didn't know cocks get that hard. I feel, well, virginal, like I've never really seen a man before. My mouth goes dry.

  "What do you want?" I manage to purr, without my voice catching. "A gold star for effort? A cookie?"

  "The only cookie I want is between your legs."

  I huff. "Tyler, do not call my pussy a cookie. It's just weird."

  He laughs. "Look, not everything Shakespeare wrote was the theory of relativity, okay?"

  "You sound confused."

  "I'm joking, Cassandra. Pants. Off."

  "Well," I say, rolling off the bed, "If I'm going to get a show, I might as well give one."

  I stand, turn around, and push my jeans down, wriggling my ass loose before I let them fall. I step out of them, still facing away, glancing at the mirror where I know he can see my breasts and body. When I take my underwear off, I bend at the hip, legs straight, pushing my ass at him to give him the full view as I bend before I stand up again, turn around, and toss them aside.

  "Like what you see?"

  "Does it look like I like what I see?" he says, his voice suddenly a little dry.

  I glance down at his erection.

  "Yeah, it does."

  He moves closer. I back towards the bed, reaching out when he gets close to stroke my hand along the underside of his shaft. A tight bubble forms in my throat, a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, the feeling of anticipation tinged with frazzled nerves from the thought of him inside me, thrusting. At the same time something clenches in me and my legs shake slightly as I fall back onto the bed and slide back, urging him on as he crawls over top of me.

  He kisses me first, lightly, then harder, and I close my eyes and let it distract me from the nerves. Some distant, ever shrinking part of me is still thinking that he'll reject me, that I'm not good enough, not pretty enough, not young enough. What would he want with me when he can go out and bang cheerleaders two at a time?

  The thought fades away as he pins me down with his weight. I gasp in a sharp breath, ready for him to enter me, but he doesn't, even when I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. He kisses me again, harder this time, drowning out the heat of the world. Even when he's aggressive his kisses are strangely gentle, even delicate, until I give him a signal with a bit of teeth on his lip and I feel him smile without needing to see.

  "There she is," he murmurs.

  "I'm not sure what you expect from me."

  "A lot of moaning and yelling yes yes."

  I giggle. "Tyler, you are too much."

  "You say that now."

  I snort. "I'd call you out for bragging, but you've got the gear to back it up."

  He grins. "Well, that's a nice confidence booster."

  He's licking and kissing my neck now, each touch a thrill. His teeth pinch skin lightly and I gasp and yelp, but it doesn't hurt me, not quite, and the sudden peaks of sensation are intense. I sense where this is going and push on his shoulders, but I've submitted, and this is all going by his pace now. I could no more push him into anything than I could push a boulder. I soon forget to push, too preoccupied with rubbing his shoulders and feeling those big muscles bunch and smooth against his skin, thinking about all that power and little me underneath him.

  His mouth drags down my stomach, wetting a hot line as I shiver from the cool air in the bedroom. I spread my legs and lift my hips and cry out involuntarily as his mouth touches me. It's been so long I almost forgot what it was like. Tyler glances up and meets my eyes, and I grin stupidly and run my fingers through his hair. He shifts his weight on the bed and slides his arms under me, lifting me up to meet him.

  My eyes roll shut, and I grip the sheets hard in my fists as he slides a finger inside me, using his mouth and tongue to stroke and kiss and suck until my leg starts to tremble. Anticipation builds in a hot hollow in my stomach and my heart thunders in my chest. It's like being dizzy but not dizzy. Tyler sweeps up from between my legs and rests on top of me. I wrap my hands around his shaft and feel its weight and girth, stroking the head lightly against my stomach. His movements are shocking in their tenderness, but tight with restrained power.

  I spread my legs wide and tug on him, urging him on in silence. I guide him to my entrance and our eyes lock as he slides into me, filling me. The urgency of him makes me shudder, and I pull my legs around him to push him in deeper. He obliges until he's pressed tight against me, his shaft filling me to the root. He presses his lips to mine and though I'm the one taking him, I feel devoured, like he's pulling me in and swallowing me up.

  He thrusts, testing his motions, delicate and rough at once, reading me. It's like he knows exactly what to do. I groan and curl my fingers against his chest. He thrusts harder and pants when he feels my nails, faster when I rake them across his back and the nape of his neck. He shivers in excitement and purrs my name into my ear.

  Tightening my embrace, I pull him into me with every ounce of muscle in my body. His motions come in waves, buried deep inside me, building in urgency as he loses himself in pleasure and carries me along with him. He shakes loose of my arms and I grip tightly his huge biceps and feel the power as my eyes trace from his tight, focused face down his massive chest, beaded with sweat, and powerful, clenching muscles and finally see him thrusting into me, all the while shaking with concentration—not to keep going but to avoid cutting loose.

  I grab his head and pull him back down, lock my legs around him, not that I can hope to control his lustful motions. As I begin to coil up, I know I have to find a way to let him know I want more. It hits me and I grin, then whisper in his ear.

  "Bite me."

  "Excuse me?" he blurts out.

  "Literally," I say, my voice thick and quivery at once.

  Tyler touches his teeth on my shoulder.

  "Harder."

  I feel them dig into my skin.

  "I said harder!"

  It's like flipping a switch. He lunges into me. I repay his love bites with my own and with my nails. The bed rocks and thumps against the wall and I hear wood splintering and creaking and I don't care, I'm almost there, rising on an ever-growing wave waiting for it to break, break, break—

  Like a thunderclap he comes. His cock is impossibly hard and hot inside me and he groans as my climax hits, burying his head in my shoulder and panting as pleasure shivers ripple through him. Or maybe that's me. I can't tell. I can only let out a choked incoherent cry as it takes me until I flop under him, spent and panting.

  He starts to pull away. I grab him by the shoulders and stop him.

  "Not yet," I say. "Stay with me."

  "I'm not leaving."

  He doesn't, although he does draw out of me. We both shiver at the sensation. He shifts his weight from lying atop me to beside me and I roll over to face him, entranced by his sweaty, muscular form.

  I thrust my face into his armpit and breathe deep.

  He yelps. "What the hell are you doing?"

  "I don't know. Pheromones or something."

  "I didn't say stop," he says, pulling me close to bury his face in my hair. He thrusts his hand into my thick locks and toys with it, entranced.

  Eventually, I slide off the bed, stand, and stretch. Tyler watches me from behind.

  "You're putting on quite a show."

  I stick my tongue out at him. Casual and languid in his nudity, he rolls onto his back and props his head on his hands, arms folded behind his head, and watches me navigate around my cramped bedroom.

  "You're shivering."

  "I'm cold," I say. "I don't
know if you've noticed, but I'm not wearing any clothes."

  "Oh, I've noticed."

  He doesn't have to tell me. It becomes abundantly clear, and a thrill flickers through me. That was, uh, quick.

  "You just lay there," I say, crawling back onto the bed. "It's my turn to—"

  Whump!

  A dull, heavy sound slams the side of the house and crusts of ice and snow fall down past my narrow window. In the same instant, the heat cuts off, the lights go out, and everything electric in my apartment dies. Nothing left but the tiny blue flames flickering on the range.

  "Oh fucknuggets," I snap.

  "Blackout," Tyler says, sitting up.

  "Fuck," I snarl again. "If the heat stays off my pipes will freeze, then I'm really screwed."

  "This place isn't on gas heat?"

  "Lower floors are. Up here it's all electric baseboard. Damn it."

  "I guess we better keep each other warm. What was it you were saying it was your turn to do?"

  "Let me light a few candles first before it gets dark so we don't trip and break our necks."

  "The power will come back on before we leave this bed."

  "It might not be until tomorrow."

  "And?" he says, grinning.

  I roll my eyes, throw on my robe loose around my shoulders, double and triple check that there's no gas leak from the stove, and light a few emergency candles around the apartment. It's just my nature to make sure they're all sitting on saucers so they don't start a fire.

  When I get back to the bed, Tyler has thrown the covers back and is lying right on the sheets, and he is still hard as a rock.

  "Well," he says, "are you going to do it or not?"

  I put my hand on his chest. "One, don't be demanding. Two, we're adults, Tyler. You don't need to be coy. If you want me to blow you, just ask."

  "Uh, yes please," he says.

  I settle beside him and take him in my mouth. As much as I can, anyway.

  Chapter Nine

  Tyler

  I almost tell Cass not to stop when she takes her mouth from my hard-on because I've almost never felt anything so good, but I say almost because I know it'll be better when she mounts me. She swings her leg over my waist and lowers herself, gripping me to guide me inside her, grunting a little when her hot slickness spreads around my cockhead and gravity takes over, pulling me inside her. She trembles the whole way down and just sits there, resting a hand on her stomach in what might be the hottest unconscious gesture I have ever seen, as she bites her lip and rolls her hips.