Studious Desires

by Mary Winter

  “Oh? I’m listening.” His smile warmed her all the way to her toes.

  Kat leaned in even closer. Bending over his hand, she pressed feather-light kisses across his knuckles, then picked up his hand and massaged each finger in turn. She turned over his hand and kissed his palm, laving it with her tongue. Her entire attention focused down to his five digits within her own, the slight rasp to his breathing when she drew a finger into her mouth, and a stifled groan when she sucked, and then sucked harder.

  Slowly, oh so slowly as to torment both of them, she pulled his finger from her mouth. Her nipples ached, hard and pointing against the satin of her breast. Deep in her womb, she ached, her pussy wet. “Your serum against my seduction abilities.”

  Neal’s breath hitched.

  Kat couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. All she wanted to do was prove that no matter how strong the stimulus, emotions would still win through his serum. It would show him the flaws in his theory, and might even invalidate his work. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to do that, or whether she wanted their first time to be under these circumstances, but now that she’d made the offer, there wasn’t any going back. “You. Me. I want you to take a dose of your serum, and then I want you to come over here, while I fuck your socks off. We’ll see then if I am stronger than your potion.”

  Neal swallowed. “But the serum is supposed to deaden emotions. Not that I’m adverse to your proposal, not at all. God, Kat, I want you so bad my balls ache.” He reached for her, closing his hand around her waist. “Why don’t we take the edge off right now?’

  Kat brought his wrist to her mouth, her breath caressing the sensitive pulse point. “I don’t think so. I want you ready.” She licked it, a dart of her tongue, that had him groaning.

  “Fuck, Kat. You’re killing me.” He pulled her closer, so close that she toppled into his lap. His erection pressed against her stomach, her chin against his chest. With their legs tangled, Kat knew she could kiss her way to his mouth, and in moments, she could be naked and spread eagled on the floor with his cock buried deep inside her. “We have to establish a baseline, something to which we can compare it.”

  Kat shook her head. “Anticipation makes it worth the wait.” She sat back and trailed her fingers over his chest. “I wouldn’t want to adjust your expectations.” She shimmied off of him and back to her own end of the couch. Deliberately, she sucked on her lower lip, then chewed it, as if she were lost in thought. “Tonight. In four hours.” She grinned.

  “Four hours,” Neal’s strangled voice belied how much she’d gotten to him. “You’re going to make me wait four hours.”

  “You can do it. I have faith in you.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch where the mouth-watering bulge of his cock pressed against his jeans. Damn, she wanted to drop to all fours and suck him right there on her couch. “You’re a big boy.” She said the last on a sultry whisper.

  Neal rose to his feet, and Kat had to give him points for being able to move. Right now, she’d worked herself into a lather, and all she wanted to do was spread her legs and rub her clit until she screamed. That is, if Neal didn’t fuck her first.

  “Okay,” he said. “I’ll accept your dare on one condition.”

  “Yes?” Kat asked.

  “You come to my place. Do you still have my address?”

  She nodded, unable to talk. His place. His bed. His turf. She had a feeling he’d just made her job even easier. “You’re on. May the best scientist win.”

  “Oh baby,” Neal said stepping forward until he stood over her on the couch.

  Kat suppressed a whimper of need.

  “I think we’re both going to win.” With that parting slavo, he turned, and Kat watched his gorgeous ass walk out the door.

  Four hours. How was she going to survive? And what was she going to wear?

  ****

  A trip back to the lab, some calculations, and Neal drank a glass of water containing the lowest amount of serum he felt would work. Now, in his house, a soft jazz CD on the stereo and wine chilling, he waited for Kat’s arrival. The living room or the bedroom. Socks, or shoes. Boxers, commando, or a robe. He paced his walk-in closet and tried to figure out what to wear. A grin crossed his face as he figured that Kat was probably doing the same thing.

  ****

  Kat struggled to quell her nerves. She parked her car and opened the door. Standing, she slung her purse over her shoulder and smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her short, thigh-hugging skirt. She teetered a moment on her impossibly high heels, shoes she hadn’t worn in ages. Her silk blouse fastened around her neck, leaving her shoulders and back bare. She shivered a bit even though the early fall night was still humid. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the pungent aroma of grilling meat from two doors down.

  She could do this. Throughout the afternoon, as she rummaged in her closet, she thought about her mission. Seducing Neal. Her heels clicked a staccato beat against the sidewalk as she strode to his front door. She rang the doorbell and waited. Her nipples tightened with anticipation of having him at her complete control. Moisture flooded her pussy, and warmth spread through her body. Ever since her first class, when she’d seen Neal standing before the assembled students, she’d thought about straddling his strong thighs, his cock hard before her. Spreading her fingers over his chest, exploring every plane and ridge of his chest with her fingers, and then her tongue. She stifled a moan as someone unlocked the door, and it opened.

  Neal stood there, a grin on his face, his hair looking tousled. His shirt, open at the throat, revealed a triangle of his tanned chest. With his shirt tucked into butter-soft jeans worn in all the right spots, he looked like a centerfold. And bare feet. Kat bit her lip. There was something about a man’s bare feet that turned her on.

  “Kat.” Neal stepped back and allowed her entrance.

  Kat stepped into his abode, his sanctuary, and cast a surreptitious look around. Warm woods and an earth-toned palate caught her eyes. Hardwood floors covered with sage green runner led from the foyer into a sunken family room dominated by a large fire place. A living room sat on the other side, tastefully decorated. Neal led her into the family room. On a low table a silver tray with two glasses and a chilled bottle of wine sat.

  “I took the liberty of opening the wine and letting it breathe,” he said as he paused and poured her a glass. “It should be perfect by now.”

  “Wonderful.” She accepted the goblet from him, noticing the bottle came from a local vineyard. She sipped it, eyes closing in ecstasy as the flavor blossomed onto her tongue. Neal sat on the couch, and Kat took a seat beside him. Sipping her drink, she knew she didn’t need the alcohol for courage. No, more for losing her inhibitions—or at least she thought so until she glanced at him again, and found his eyes dark and full of promise. She grinned and set her wine glass onto the tray. When it came to Neal, he provided all the inspiration she desired.

  Kat reached over and traced her fingers over the open collar of his shirt. His chest hair, springy beneath her caresses, tickled her fingers, and she wanted to rub her nipples against it. “You look—” she said, leaning close to inhale his cologne. “Like a model.” She brushed her lips across the strong line of his jaw. Fingers dancing over the line of buttons on his shirt, she used the lines of the fabric to direct her sensual explorations.

  Neal caught her wrist. He brought her hand to his mouth, his lips pressing against her palm. Slowly, deliberately, he drew his tongue down her first finger, then sucked it into his mouth.

  Kat sucked in a breath as pleasure shot to her core. Her pussy clenched and wept. Confined in the lace cups of her bra, her nipples hardened. With her free hand, she slipped several buttons free of his shirt, and then slid her fingers inside. This was her seduction, her stage on which to test his serum. When he grabbed her wrist, for a moment, she thought she’d won, but it wouldn’t be so easy for her. And she’d make it hard, very hard, on him. Her fingertips flicked across his flat, male nipples drawing them to full
attention.

  “Kat,” Neal breathed, releasing her hand.

  She seized the opportunity to slide her leg over his so she straddled his lap. A glance showed a formidable bulge behind the fly of his jeans. She brought her lips to his, and kissed him. All the pent up passion and need, the desire to feel his long cock stroking deep inside her, she poured it all into the kiss. Her lips moved over his. Hungry for more contact, deeper contact, she tugged the tail of his shirt free from his pants, and opened it, baring his chest to her gaze.

  A moan rumbled through his chest. He held his hands to his sides, though. Because of the serum or because he tormented her? That, Kat decided, was the question. She paused for a moment, staring at him through half-lidded eyes. She’d just have to find out, now wouldn’t she? With a saucy grin, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around his nipple. She drew it into her mouth and sucked.

  Neal groaned.

  Her fingers splayed over his abdomen, one hand sliding up to caress his other pec. She toyed with his nipple, plucking it gently between her thumb and forefinger. Then, she laved it with her tongue, alternating between the two.

  Neal parted his legs. She slid between his knees, the ridge of his cock pressing against her abdomen. Working her fingers lower, she unfastened his pants. She lowered his zipper, and his erection surged through the opening. Long and thick, with heavy purple veins wrapping the shaft, it pointed at her as if it begged for her touch. And she could do nothing but comply.

  From base to tip she stroked him, her touch feather-light. A shudder raced through his body, and any misgivings Kat might have had about setting his serum up for failure faded away. He wanted this. His cock told her that. His husky breathing confirmed it. If he didn’t want her to seduce him, then he could say no. And he didn’t.

  Kat leaned forward. Letting her eyelids drift closed, she breathed gently on his cock. She wrapped her lips around his head. His musky aroma filled her nostrils, his taste blossoming on her tongue. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid him deeper into her mouth. Her pussy clenched, and she wished he were filling her cunt instead. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. Her fingers worked his balls. She tasted. She savored. Her nipples pebbled and pressed against his thighs as she worked. His ragged breaths and muffled groans told her more than the thick shaft in her mouth just how much he really wanted this. Pulling her lips from him, she leaned forward and cradled him in her breasts.

  “Kat,” Neal groaned as he watched her slide his cock between her breasts.

  She worked his shaft, her nipples hard with anticipation. Fighting the urge to squirm, she paused long enough to reach down and unfasten her skirt. She stood, and it dropped to the floor.

  “Oh fuck,” Neal growled.

  She stood there dressed in her thigh-high stockings and no panties. A garter belt wrapped around her waist and the straps framed her pussy. She stepped forward and rested a knee next to his thigh. “I want you,” she said, leaning forward. “To fuck me.”

  His restraint broken, Neal reached for her breasts. He cupped the round globes, caressing and kneading them. He leaned forward and kissed her. His lips moved across hers, devouring her, and droplets of moisture dripped down her thighs. She’d never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Neal at this moment.

  He’d been holding out on her. His tongue delved into her mouth, mimicking what he’d do to her pussy. One hand cupped her thigh, bringing it forward and onto the couch so she straddled him. Lowering her body, she rubbed her slick folds across his shaft. The head of his cock probed her clit, and she thrust against it.

  His fingers slid from her thigh to her pussy. When his thumb found her clit, she cried out, and when two fingers slid deep inside she ground down on them and moaned. Fingers clenched on his shoulder, she gyrated on him.

  Consumed. Desire poured through her veins. Wanted, needed, it didn’t matter. If she didn’t get Neal’s cock deep inside her soon, she’d die, and never experience the ecstasy that only he could bring. He finger fucked her, curling his fingers so he touched her sweet spot. “Yes,” she hissed. “Oh god, yes.”

  Neal grabbed her waist. Leaning his forehead against hers, he held her for long moments. And then, he sheathed his cock inside her.

  Slowly, exquisitely, he filled her, stretched her, and when their bodies were fused, Kat felt completed as she never had before. She clenched her inner muscles, the ripple of pleasure in her body mirrored by the shudder in his. She looked at Neal, really looked at him, and realized she’d been a damn fool to leave ten years ago and never come back. She started to move. She wanted a slow pace, needed to feel the silken slide of him inside her for as long as possible.

  Neal had other ideas. With his hands on her waist, he set the pace. Harder, faster, he pounded into her. Kat’s breasts bounced with each trust. Head leaned back, eyes closed, she let the rhythm roll through her. Around his cock, her pussy tightened and release. A familiar tingling started in her womb, radiating outward. Then Neal reached between her legs.

  His fingers stroked her slick folds, touching his cock in the same stroke. Kat cried out at the sound of his guttural moans. And then he rubbed the hood of her clit. Oh yeah, he always knew how she liked to be touched, and she added a twist to her hips with each stroke. She screamed, her orgasm ripping through her body. Like fireworks, as if the top of her head were going to blow. She shuddered and convulsed around his cock, and still he thrust into her.

  Kat leaned forward and rested her head against his shoulders. Her hands fell onto his chest, fingers kneading gently into his pecs. She murmured against his neck, already riding another wave. Still, Neal worked her clit.

  She couldn’t think, could only feel as he increased his pace. The smell of their juices, her arousal, all of it filled her mind. Until she came again and again, her body exploding with Neal’s masterful touch.

  And then he thrust into her once more. With a cry, he came, his hot seed spilling into her. The thought shocked her back to awareness. He hadn’t worn a condom. She sat there, frozen, feeling his cock twitch inside her. For long moments, only the sound of their mingled breathing filled the air. At last, Neal looked at her and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “I think you won, baby,” he whispered, and grinned wolfishly.

  Chapter Five

  Kat sat in the chair, drumming her pencil against an old-fashioned spiral bound notebook. Other students had laptops on the tables before them, and the young man next to her gave her a scowling frown before turning his attention back to the characters on the video game he played on his laptop. She had unprotected sex with the professor. She’d never done that before, had never gotten so carried away that she forgot about a condom. Sure, she was on the pill. It helped keep her cycles regular, but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that she allowed his naked cock inside her body.

  Just thinking about it made her horny. Her nipples pebbled thinking about his caresses, his lips, his tongue. Moisture gathered in her pussy, and her breathing grew shallow. She had to stop it. She was an adult. There wouldn’t be any consequences, at least none on a physical level. On an emotional one however, she realized she’d seduced him right away from his formula. She’d helped to disprove his theory, and she feared he might resent her interference in his research.

  The door opened at the back of the classroom. Kat glanced over her shoulder and watched Neal enter. He closed the door behind him as he pushed a media cart into the classroom. Another movie. Great, she’d have time to sit in the dark and contemplate the hunky professor, a man she’d loved once, and feared she might fall in love with again. Expelling a sigh, she watched him move to the front of the class, plug in the DVD player and television, and then lean against his desk and address the class. He glanced in her direction and smiled, but didn’t show any favoritism. Kat started to nibble on her pencil, then laid it on the desk. After class, she’d talk to him about last night.

  ****

  Neal fought the urge to walk over to where Kat sat, in the thi
rd row this time, and haul her to her feet, press her lush curves against him, and claim her mouth in a breath-stealing kiss. Last night had been incredible. Even with the serum, lust overrode common sense and he hadn’t even stopped to put on a condom. He hoped like hell she was protected, but he needed to find out soon. They’d been too busy exploring each other’s bodies until the early morning hours, this time with a condom, several of them, to ask.

  He sat behind his desk, a stack of papers awaiting his time and attention. On the television, the program droned on about some aspect of organic chemistry. Right now, he just couldn’t get into it. Not when his night with Kat had proved his theory false. His serum hadn’t worked.

  He had to go forward with his research. Not that she’d like it, of that he knew for sure. But for his own scientific reputation, as well as to see a job through to completion, he’d recorded last night’s dose, timing, and consequences, and prepared to find a more suitable dose. Maybe, depending on external stimuli, the dose had to be adjusted. He thought about that rat in his lab who ran on the wheel to the exclusion of all else. Luckily, he’d reduced the dose, and the creature had resumed a normal, for a rat, life and showed no ill effects.

  Instead of the grading the papers, he used what little light came in through the closed blinds of his classroom to jot notes down on a piece of paper. Kat, her clothing, her initial thoughts, she consumed his thoughts. He struggled to remain clinical, to think of their visit only in terms of his serum and its effects. Yet, he thought about the flash of skin on her creamy thigh, her breathy moans. Behind his desk, his cock grew hard.

  He gazed over the students, most of them typing on their laptops or jotting notes into PDAs. Kat sat there, scribbling into her spiral notebook. He’d expected her to be more into technology, but instead, she used the same study tools they’d used over ten years ago in classes. His gaze lingered on her, on the tantalizing curve of her neck. Swallowing hard, he battled the need to stand up and walk behind her so he could press his lips to the vulnerable flesh.