“No, Ron, that’s fine. Yes. But for the classroom lecture, you should add a slide discussing back pressure.”
Myka turned around and grabbed her ass through the robe. “Want to give me some back pressure, baby?” she called, sotto voce. She wiggled her cheeks and made another “ooooh” for emphasis, trying not to make an obvious wince at the soreness in her rear.
Gabriel cleared his throat. “What was that again, Ron?” He shook his head at Myka, but smiled. “You have a well-written section on how to calculate net thrust, but some students will need more information about specific impulse.”
Myka came closer to Gabriel, feeling bold. She knelt down between his legs, noting that he was semi-erect underneath his sweat pants. “I have a specific impulse right now,” she told him in a low voice, watching his eyes widen even as he swallowed hard and spoke into the phone.
“Ron? Add in a diagram of an example engine, too, with labels.”
Myka tugged at the waist of his sweatpants. Would he let her do this? He shook his head, but didn’t push her away, and Myka was able to adjust his pants and take him out. He was not fully erect, but he started to harden immediately under her touch. She bent her head down and licked, and he jerked his hips. “Say that again, Ron?”
Myka licked again, from the balls all the way to the tip, and swirled her tongue. Then she took him into her mouth, excited about being able to fit so much of him in. While sucking, she used her hands to cup his balls and stroke his inner thighs, and smiled as he got longer and harder until her lips had to stretch around his girth.
“Ron, listen, I’m going to have to call you back—okay, okay. A few more minutes, sure.” He sucked in his breath. Myka paused to lick him up the entire shaft, then darted her tongue back and forth in a zigzag motion, swishing her lips and tongue over and around the head. Gabriel’s thigh muscles clenched and he took a deep breath. “Ron? On page seven, you need to add that specific impulse varies with pressure.”
Myka popped his dick out of her mouth and whispered, “You want me to vary the pressure of my impulse, baby? No problem.” She mouthed him again and shoved her head forward until he was at the back of her throat; she kept his cock there as long as she could, until she needed air, then she sucked hard as she let him back out and gasped for air. “How was that pressure, Gabriel?”
Gabriel made a rough noise in his throat, turned it into a cough. His thighs were clenched hard. Myka repeated her motion; she took him as deep as she could into her throat and rocked back and forth to pump him even further, then sucked hard as she slowly pulled away.
He made a short moan and said brusquely, “Ron. Listen. I need to—”
Myka giggled.
“No, I put that comment on foil eight because you didn’t explain why you rearranged the net thrust equation. These are undergrads. Add some verbiage about how rockets choke at the throat—”
He broke off, because Myka murmured in her sultriest voice, looking up at him with big eyes, “Oh, baby, I love when you choke my throat with your fat dick. I learned my lesson before when you whipped me so hard, I promise.” She leaned in and took him deeper than ever, making a slight noise as he pushed into her throat, because he was harder than she remembered, and he pushed up with his hips.
“Ron, I have an urgent matter here. I’ll call you tomorrow. Send me your latest rev and I’ll give you my edits before eight a.m.” He hung up and swore. “Fuck, Myka, I could barely hold on.”
“I want it. Give it to me,” she urged.
“Oh, you’re going to get it,” he growled, grabbing her head with his hands. “You feel so—goddamn—fucking—good!” he shot out, thrusting hard into her mouth with each pause. He adjusted his pants lower and sat back in the chair. “Higher on your knees, ma chèrie. Lean in like before and take me into the back of your throat. Like before. God, like that.”
He leaned his head back and Myka watched through her lashes as he closed his eyes and tensed his face. She was the one on her knees, but she was also the one with the power. She had the knowledge and the skills in her mouth and hands to bring him the ultimate pleasure, and she loved it.
“I’m going to make it last, Myka. I’m going to fuck your mouth for a long time,” he growled, and pushed at her shoulders to reposition her, then took hold of her head again and pulled, teaching her the rhythm he wanted. “Yeah, chèrie, suck on the way out, a little lighter, just like that,” he sighed. “Continue, n’arrête pas ça… Keep doing it like that.”
He let himself rest in her throat until she could barely take it, then he pulled out while she sucked, which gave her a few seconds to breathe before he shoved back in. Myka’s mouth was tired and her lips trembled from staying wide open for so long, but she’d offered this, and she meant to finish it. She continued to massage and squeeze his balls, running her fingers around the base, and soon she could tell that he was getting ready to come, because his balls tightened up, and so did all the muscles in his lower body.
“Fuck, Myka, your mouth is so good!” he roared, pulling her hair hard and tugging her head to his crotch. “Take me deep, yeah, yeah, oh God!”
Hot semen squirted into the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him urgently, getting as much of it down as possible. This time she held his hips in her hands, letting him finish in her throat, and by the time he pulled out, there was far less cum on her tongue and in her mouth, and it was easier to swallow.
Her teary smile was triumphant—again her eyes had wept with exertion, without her knowledge, without her feeling any emotional reason to cry. She murmured, “Look who sucked you clean without a single gag.” He groaned and tugged at her hair, his fingers still wrapped up in it, and lay back with his eyes closed.
Blowjobs always made her nose run, and she sniffled, then disentangled his fingers and went to the kitchen to drink some water and blow her nose. Before she drank, she breathed in hard through her nose and licked her lips again, trying to learn his taste, get used to it: slightly salty, slightly musky. A little sweet.
When she came back, he was still leaning back, and his eyes gleamed. “Such a selfless action deserves a reward, Myka.” He stood up, pulled her toward him, removing her robe, letting his eyes stray over her breasts. “Your turn in the chair.”
He sat her down, took one thigh in each hand and arranged her legs one over each stuffed arm of the chair. When she was positioned the way he wanted, she sat comfortably, propped by pillows, her legs spread wide, her pussy open before him.
“Rest your hands on your thighs,” he ordered, getting onto his knees. Myka wiggled in anticipation as he bent forward and bit at her inner thigh. “Lean back,” he ordered, and bit the other leg. “Now to do this the right way, I should have you get on the phone with an important client. But because it’s late in this time zone, I’ll let you off this time.”
“You mean you’ll get me off?” Myka teased him.
He smiled. “I plan to. Legs wide, and don’t try to close them.”
“Mmm hmm.” Myka closed her eyes as he kissed the sides of her legs. He reached up and squeezed her nipples, rolling them in his fingers until she squirmed, and ran his hands down her belly and over her skin. By the time he touched his lips between her legs she was ultra-sensitive and needy. “Yes, please,” she murmured, grabbing hard at her thighs with her fingers, tensing her muscles. His lips tickled and teased, and he tongued her, all the way from the back of her pussy up to her clit, and she screamed in pleased surprise, arching her hips.
He laughed and held her hips with his hands. “Settle down, there’s more of that to come,” he said, licking again.
It was so intense that Myka wanted to twist away from the sensation, even as she craved more, but his strong hold ensured that she felt every lash of his hot tongue along her body. She whimpered and dug her fingers into her thighs. Gabriel used the fingers of each hand to pull her labia apart, and then he started to tongue her clit. He licked on one side, then the other, then he swirled his tongue around th
e entire nub, then he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Gabriel, God, it’s so good.” Her voice trembled. “I need to—”
Without speaking he reduced the pressure of his sucking, but kept his tongue going in a rhythm that Myka tried to mimic with her hips, as much as she could; she was swelling with pleasure and she knew that soon it was going to burst.
“Gabriel, really, I need to,” she warned, and he told her, “Hold on a little more, ma chèrie. A few more minutes.”
“Agh!” she cried, stiffening her hips, but he looked up at her, his lips slick with her juices, and smiled. “You know it’s better when you wait.” He ducked his head and used his tongue, this time more firmly. With his other hand, he reached under Myka’s leg and inserted a finger into her anus. She grabbed his hair, no longer able to clutch her legs, and pulled his head to her body.
“Please, please, I want to, I want it so bad!” she wailed.
“I’ll let you know when,” he said, and added one more finger to her ass. Finally he told her, “Come for me. Come into my mouth and my hands.” She screamed out as the pleasure tore through her like a tornado, fierce and powerful, pulling the sensation from her in great waves, over and over.
When she was done, she released her grip on his hair and gave a long, trembling sigh. “That was a really good one, Gabriel. So, so good.”
He smiled up at her. “I’m glad. Rest on me now.” He stood up, gave her his hand. Myka unlocked her legs from the sides of the chair and stretched them out as he sat down, but she winced as he pulled her to his lap. He looked at her with concern. “Sore?”
She nodded. “Uh, yeah? Somebody whipped me earlier with a ruler and a belt, and then a crop, remember?”
He touched her buttocks and she jerked away. “It’s fine, Gabriel. I’m just, I guess, a little sensitive today.”
He smiled, but his eyes were worried. “Did I go too hard?”
“I’m fine,” Myka urged. “I want to feel you right now. To relax.” He smiled and pulled her closer.
After a while his hand strayed down to her ass, rubbing in circles. “I have to be more careful with you,” he said roughly. “Although I love punishing your ass. You know—” he paused. “You know you can use your safewords at any time, right?”
Myka shifted on his lap to a less painful position. “Of course,” she answered, avoiding his eyes.
“Because I’m trusting you to do that,” he said. “We need to trust each other. I don’t want you to struggle to accept it if it’s not working for you in some way. If it’s just pain at some point, or if it’s too much, you do need to tell me.”
“Yes, of course, I know that.” Myka said. “I want to please you.” Then she whimpered as a sore spot rubbed on his leg, and stood up to ease the pressure.
“You do please me.” His voice was urgent. “Look at me, Myka. You please me very much. And it would please me to be sure that you’re going to use your safewords when I push you too far.” He took her hands and held them.
“Okay.” Myka’s voice was small as her eyes met his, but she felt tears. “It’s just that—never mind.” She shook her head.
“It’s just that what?” He stood up to face her, and took her chin. “Tell me.”
“All right, if you really want to know.” She took a deep breath, her heart hammering, but the words flowed out, her speech fast and her words crooked with emotion. “It’s what she, Jessica told me one time. She said your, Rachel, left because you weren’t satisfied with her limitations. I don’t want to have prissy baby limits that make you think I’m no fun, or something. I mean, I can handle stuff. Okay?”
Gabriel swore in French and ran his hands through his hair. “Myka!”
“I’m sorry. But it’s been on my mind.” She wrapped her arms around her body.
“So I did push you too far tonight? Fuck.” He squeezed her shoulders. “I knew I was pushing, but I honestly thought you wanted it too.” He sounded both apologetic and frustrated, and Myka couldn’t tell if he was frustrated at her or at himself or both. And she mostly believed him… if it hadn’t been for that part where he sounded mad and told her she needed to be an obedient sub.
“No! I mean, yes, you pushed, but it wasn’t—it was fine.”
“Not if in the back of your mind you thought you had to do it, to match up with some imaginary idea you have of my standards.” He paced across the room, then turned to look at her. “How long have you felt this way?”
“I don’t know. A while now. It doesn’t matter. Right?” she asked tremulously.
“How long.”
“Well, from—from the beginning, I guess.”
Gabriel swore again. “Myka, what Jessica told you isn’t the real story about why we separated. Rachel told ten people ten different things about our split. I told you I don’t want to talk about past lovers, and this is one of the reasons why!”
“Well, but now it’s in my head.” Myka said stubbornly. “I don’t know why this has to be such a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal because I need to know I can trust you to safeword! I won’t be the man who abuses you because you’re afraid to speak to me.” His voice was harsh, and he ran his hands hard through his hair again.
“You haven’t abused me.” Myka insisted, her voice tense. “I like what you do, what we do together. It turns me on.”
“I know it does, but would less be better for you?” His tone was hard. “Can I trust what you’re telling me?”
“If you don’t trust me in this kind of situation, how can you trust me at all?” she shot back, tears welling up again. “Do you even trust me at all, with the important things? It’s not like you even trust me to talk about your past.”
He put one hand on his forehead, didn’t answer the question. “Let me see your ass. Tell me whether it was too much. Be honest.”
“No.” Myka glared at him.
“Myka, for the love of God.”
“Okay, you want to see it? Fine. Enjoy the show.” Myka turned around and put her hands on her hips. “There. Satisfied?”
Gabriel came up to her, ran his hands over the marks.
She bit her lip. “It hurts. More than usual. A lot more, actually.”
He sucked in his breath.
“I’m sure you’ve seen far worse, done far worse, right?” she added, trying to sound flip. “I’ve heard this is what you really like.”
“Only when a woman wants it.” His voice was low. “Did you want this? Seeing it now, feeling it now, do you want it?” There was a pregnant pause, and it was clear that the answer was not an unequivocal yes.
“What I don’t want,” Myka said finally, “is for you to treat me like a baby, or second-guess me. If I say I’m okay, why wouldn’t you believe me?”
He turned her around. “Myka, what we have together is different from what either of had with anyone in the past. It’s ours, our own. Don’t try to make up some idea of what I want based on secondhand gossip. I want to do what we both want, not just what I want. There’s a difference.”
“I want.” Myka didn’t know what to say. “I know you said we’re short-term, for pleasure only. And I want you to feel the pleasure. I don’t want you to get tired of me because I can’t keep up.”
“Oh, Myka!” He wrapped her in his arms. “Arrête, c’est assez! I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that? I can’t get enough of you, your body, your ass. Understand?”
Myka nodded, but looked away. “Fine. Yes. Okay.”
He nodded and took a deep breath, his glance darting away also. “Okay, good. We’re good. Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
He handed her the robe, pulled on his pants, and took some dishes out of the fridge. While he served the shrimp and poured the wine, the silence between them, instead of being lazy and comfortable, was filled with a strange new tension.
Myka was famished, and the food was delicious; she finished her entire plate, even though sitting was uncomfortable and she moved aroun
d, trying to find a way to rest that didn’t exacerbate the lingering pain in her rear. It was too much right now. A little burn was good; this thorough, deep ache was not to her liking. He watched with eagle eyes, frowning as she fidgeted, and she wanted to distract him.
“Gabriel, you cook almost as well as you fuck,” she complimented him, running her bare foot up his shin under the table.
He burst into laughter. “I’ll put that on my résumé under the special comments section.”
“You should. Although you need to add that that you’re only fucking one girl right now, so they’ll have to go by references. I can make a little Power Point presentation if you want, like your friend Ron on the phone.”
She giggled, then warmed to her topic, and mimicked his voice. “On slide seven, please note the picture of my huge penis gliding into this nice, shaved vagina. See how wet it is? I did that, because I’m so hot. There are labels. And a throat choke.” She giggled again and then screamed, because he jumped up and grabbed her from behind, pulling her out of her chair. “Gabriel,” she said, still laughing. “Come on, it’s funny.”
“Yes, it is,” he said, laughing. “I’ve never laughed so much as when I’m with you.” For a minute he got a pensive look on his face, then shook his head. “If you’re so insatiable, let me take you into the bedroom and we’ll practice for that presentation.”
Myka still felt jokey. She made her voice deep. “Ron, tell me again about the back pressure. Are you saying you have a crush on me, Ron? Do you want my butt? It’s okay, Ron. Anal is a perfectly normal part of sex. Do not fear the butt.”
Gabriel was all predator now, approaching her with intent. “Myka, be careful what you ask for. If it’s ass fucking you want, it’s ass fucking you’ll get.”
“No!” she screeched, clutching her stomach with the giggles, and then shrieked as Gabriel picked her right up and slung her over his shoulder. “Oh, God, put me down!” she shouted, hammering on his back with her fists.
He did put her down, but propelled her back to the bedroom. When they reached the bed, he stopped and looked into her eyes. “Remember what we talked about. If it’s too much, you tell me. Yes?”
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