by Alex Lucian
I heard the snap of the button on my jeans a half second before his hand dove down, fingers cupping me and squeezing over my panties.
“Shiiiiiiit,” I hissed, bucking against his hand.
“You’re fucking wet.” His fingers dug against the cotton, touching me intimately with them as a barrier. With his free hand, he unzipped the front of my jeans and tugged the back of them down over my ass.
He ran his hand over the back of my panties before gripping my ass in his hand and squeezing—hard enough to bruise. Letting go of my ass, he turned me around but kept his hand on my pussy, fingers stroking just outside of where I wanted him, over and around my lips, but not in between them.
I felt him tug my underwear down from behind, joining my jeans at my knees. His face was so close to my ass that I wanted to turn around, to see what he was doing. But just as I was about to look, two things happened in quick succession: his hand came down and slapped one cheek hard, and a second later he pushed two fingers inside of me, pressing his thumb against my clit.
A mangled noise tore from my throat as I tried to catch up with the shock and shudder that hit me simultaneously. His fingers thrust into me twice before pulling out so slowly that I thought I would break down in sobs. Just when I felt his fingers pull all the way out, he circled my entrance once before thrusting again, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles over my clit. I was so fucking turned on that I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come all over his hand.
“Nathan,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to the cold door. “I’m close.”
“Good.” It came out as a grunt just as he whipped me back around, so I faced him again. He dove his hand into my hair and pulled the strands just as he removed his fingers to thrust them again. I squirmed, trying to hump his hand in my need to get off.
It continued on and on, Nathan alternating between tugging my hair, biting my lip, slapping my ass, and pinching my nipple right before each rough thrust.
I was spiraling upward, straining for release. I was panting, riding his hand closer and closer to the finish. Finally, his fingers curled inside of me as he pressed hard against my clit and I shouted something unintelligible before crumpling against the door.
My legs shook and my breaths came erratically. “Thank you,” I whispered, unthinking. I hadn’t known how badly I’d needed that release until the moment Nathan picked me up because my legs were too wobbly to hold myself up.
I barely registered him carrying me to the kitchen, only coming to my senses once he’d plopped me onto the counter, the cold surface a startling contrast to my warmed ass. My jeans and panties were scrunched around my knees and my tits hung out over my bra, and Nathan was still completely dressed. I kicked my jeans and panties off, letting them plop on the floor, out of our way.
Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra, noted his eyes tracing the full curves of my breasts. “You’re a little overdressed for this party,” I said, feeling my heart rate start to subside. Reaching forward, I clasped my hands on his shirt and started undoing the buttons, one by one. I deliberately took my time unbuttoning his shirt, teasing him as he’d teased me. But by the third button, his hand covered mine.
“I can’t go slowly,” he said. It was only then that I took in his appearance, blue eyes engulfed in need, tick in his jaw. I knew that if I put my hand on his dick, he’d come undone.
So that was exactly what I did. Once he let go of my hand, I reached down, squeezing him through his pants. His eyes closed and he bit out a curse word. “Then don’t go slowly.” I spread my legs on the edge of the counter and squeezed him harder in my hand. “I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
I wasn’t sure how he did it, but his pants were down to his ankles and a condom was in his hand a heartbeat later. He put the wrapper to his teeth as if to rip it open, but I clasped his hands with mine and leaned forward, placing my mouth on the edge of the wrapper. I paused, breathing into his mouth as he breathed into mine, until the hands clasped with mine gripped tightly, impatiently. With my teeth on the wrapper, I pulled, opening the wrapper with our mouths.
His eyes flashed a look that told me how fucking hot that was—because fucking hell, it was—and he rolled the condom down his impressive dick. His hand cupped the back of my head as his other hand gripped my thigh and pulled me, bringing my pussy to the edge of the counter.
“Watch,” he said, twisting his hand in my hair to hold me taut, angling my head down to his dick, watching as he rubbed its head against my pussy, rubbing it through my folds, before aligning it to my entrance and slamming forward.
I couldn’t help it, I was so sensitive from having just come spectacularly that the way he filled me ripped a scream from my throat. He didn’t let up for even a second, hammering into me swiftly, so relentless that I felt his balls smack my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ripped open the rest of his shirt, needing to see more of his golden skin, desperate to touch him as he pounded tirelessly into me.
My body warmed, my muscles fluid with each thrust, and I knew I would come again. I felt the quake in my arms as he pushed into me, over and over, with a rhythm that was almost punishing in its increasing speed. I alternated between succumbing to the climb and focusing on helping him get there, but in the end I did both by running my nails down his chest, over his nipples and abs. Fuck, watching his stomach clench with his thrusts was enough to push me completely off the ledge.
His hand came between us, flicking my clit. “Ahhh,” I moaned, my head falling back, but still supported by his hand.
He leaned forward and licked up the curve of my breast, his fingers pressing into my scalp. He didn’t ask me if I was close, but he seemed to sense it as he closed his lips around my nipple, tonguing my piercing, before biting down hard enough to send a shockwave throughout my entire body.
It was the shove I needed to throw me over the edge and into a mind-numbing orgasm; an avalanche of ecstasy carried me from the high, my body limp and my breaths quick. He clutched me to him as he grunted his release, fingers digging into my skin—keeping me from floating away completely.
Sex with Nathan was more than just a romp in the proverbial sheets; it obliterated the senses. He was a generous lover, giving and taking in equal measure, aware and in control even as his body lost it. His ability to be restrained, to keep himself in check made me both admire him and want to spin that dominance right out of his hands.
But, as I was freshly fucked and rubber-limbed, I just laid in his arms as our breathing slowed and our skin cooled. The orgasm had rocked me so solidly that I felt myself shiver as I calmed in his arms.
“Are you cold?” he asked, not letting me go.
“A little.” But I didn’t want him to let me go just yet.
He kicked off his pants and wrapped an arm around my upper back and one under my ass as he carried me into my bedroom.
I worried for a moment that he would tuck me in and go about as his way—a repeat of our first night together—but instead he climbed in behind me, tugging my back against his front. I was soothed by his desire to hold me so soon after sex. The near-emotional breakdown from class earlier followed by the two perfect orgasms he’d given me had turned me into warm goo, and I found myself melting into sleep with his arm wrapped around my waist.
Chapter Eighteen
I woke up to Nathan’s breath in my ear, his words whispering along my skin. “I need to get going.”
After opening my eyes, I looked to the clock. “It’s seven?”
“At night,” he confirmed. He shifted behind me before sliding off the bed and padding out of my bedroom. I watched his magnificent ass from bed until he disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to gather his clothes.
Standing up, I debated whether or not to throw on a t-shirt but decided against it, walking out into the living area and stretching my relaxed limbs. I caught him staring as I arched my back and smiled seductively. “Do you really have to go?” I felt a sudden, baffling sadness at the thought of
him leaving, but pushed it back.
“Unfortunately, yes.” He started to button up his shirt before he realized there were buttons missing from when I’d ripped it open.
“Oops,” I said with a shrug. I walked into the kitchen, completely naked, and pulled two safety pins out of the drawer. “Here.” I pushed his hands away and began securing the openings of his shirt with my pins. “Sorry.” I gave him a sheepish grin.
Smiling, he held my face in his hands. “Me too.” He put his lips on my forehead for a second and pulled away. He tucked the ends of his shirt into his pants and then we stared at each other, as if he didn’t know how to end this. Was it an end? Or just a pause?
“So…” I began, not finishing my sentence.
“Let me give you my personal email address.”
I was stupidly giddy, even as the voice in my head muttered, Not his phone number?
He scribbled it down on the paper I’d pushed at him and I took the moment to admire his long, thick fingers as they moved across the page. I had a very vivid thought of those fingers inside of me and wanted a repeat.
“Here.” He handed me the paper. “Alice Carroll can email me here.”
Alice Carroll, my fake email account. I knew he was telling me not to use my school account, much like I shouldn’t send to his work account.
“I’ll let her know,” I said, standing still. When he didn’t make a move to leave and just stood there staring, I blurted out, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I can order a pizza?” I couldn’t really afford to order a pizza, but if it meant I’d get a couple more hours with him, I was going to go for it.
“I wish I could. I have papers to grade from one of my other classes.” Even though he was shooting me down, he sounded sincere in his desire to stay, so I let it go, walking him to the door.
“Are you going to put on clothes?” he asked at the door.
I shrugged. “Are you going to stay?” I said it teasingly.
He smiled, that one small act transforming his face from sexy intense to stupidly beautiful. “No.”
I leaned against the wall next to the door. “I guess Alice Carroll will have to let you know later on, if clothes happen or not.”
I took delight in the way his throat moved in response to what I’d said. “I hope she does,” he said, his voice hushed.
Leaning in, he kissed me, running his fingers over my ribs. And then he left.
I tried to distract myself with a book, with cleaning, but barely an hour after he left, I booted up my computer and logged into my Alice Carroll account.
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:29 PM
Subject: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
I’m hungry.
• • •
I laughed at myself for the brief message. His reply came shortly.
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:32 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
I heard you say something about pizza. Order some.
• • •
I wasn’t surprised by his reply, but it didn’t go exactly the direction I’d intended.
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:34 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
I was thinking I was hungry for dick. What happened to you coming in my mouth?
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:37 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you coming against my hand and then around the dick you’re after is what happened.
There’s always next time.
• • •
Next time! We hadn’t discussed anything before he’d left my apartment, but I’d hoped this wasn’t a one-time deal. So, to have him suggest it set my worries at ease.
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:40 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
I forgot about that. Perhaps you should refresh my memory sometime soon?
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:45 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
You wound me. I’d like to do just that, but this week is busy for me. Next week, perhaps?
• • •
I couldn’t help the disappointment that wormed its way into my head. But he wasn’t blowing me off at least.
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:49 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
I’ll try to fit you into my schedule.
• • •
I’d hoped he’d find the humor in my response, and I wasn’t disappointed with his reply.
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:53 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
If you don’t fit me into your schedule, I’ll have to punish you.
• • •
As if it knew I was thinking about it, my ass settled more comfortably in my desk chair.
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:55 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
In that case, maybe I won’t fit you in.
I like a good spanking.
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 08:59 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
I recall.
I feel like I would be remiss in forgetting to mention that we must keep this—whatever this is—between us. And be as discreet as possible.
Furthermore, as unpleasant as it is for me to say this, I feel compelled to let you know that our trysts will not influence your grade in my class.
• • •
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:05 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
Are you telling me I won’t get extra credit for giving you a blow job? Bummer.
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:08 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
I think you should know my stance on extra credit by now. But no, a blow job will get you five gold stars.
• • •
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:11 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
And what does five gold stars get me?
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:14 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
Nothing. Bragging rights? Except you can’t brag about this, so you’ll have to settle for my enthusiastic appreciation.
• • •
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:15 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Nathaniel Easton
I can settle for that. Goodnight, Nathaniel.
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Monday, October 12, 2015 09:19 PM
Subject: Re: Hungry
To: Alice Carroll
Adele. I hope you sleep well.
I still smell you on my skin. I’m not showering tonight.
• • •
The rest of the week was more emails. They were always more sexual immediately after class, as I’d spent the entire hour wound up tight, struggling to look at him as my teacher and not the man who�
�d just given me two outstanding orgasms.
From: Alice Carroll
Date: Wednesday, October 14, 2015 02:15 PM
Subject: Hard
To: Nathaniel Easton
Do you know how hard it is to listen to you talk for an hour and not let my mind wander to what I’d rather employ your lips to do?
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Wednesday, October 14, 2015 02:19 PM
Subject: Re: Hard
To: Alice Carroll
I have a feeling it’s similar in difficulty to avoiding your eye contact all throughout class.
I smelled your perfume when I came into class.
• • •
From: Nathaniel Easton
Date: Friday, October 16, 2015 10:19 PM
Subject: Today
To: Alice Carroll
Did you have to wear those fucking shoes to class?
• • •
Smiling, I stripped down to nothing but my thong and the red high-heels. Standing with my back to my full-length mirror, I looked over my shoulder at my reflection and took a photo. It was a full back shot, from the heels he was cursing up to my long blonde locks hanging down my back. I attached it to my email and sent it along.