Extracurricular

by D. G. Whiskey

  I didn’t resist as she lifted off me enough to reach between us and grab hold of my cock. Addy gasped as she pushed against the head, impaling herself on my manhood and forcing it a few inches inside her.

  “Holy shit,” she said, eyes wide as she looked into mine. “You feel incredible.”

  She hovered there for a moment before sinking further down, her pussy clenching around my cock as an expression halfway between pleasure and determination crossed her face.

  “Almost there, Princess,” I said before gripping her hips and lifting my own to drive my shaft to the hilt inside her.

  “Oh!” Addy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit her lip as I bottomed out inside her.

  I added a growl as I adjusted to the intense, tight heat wrapped around me.

  The lithe teenager rocked on top of me, small movements that gave each of us almost unbearable pleasure. After a couple of hours of anticipation from meeting at the bar to this moment, I was almost ready to burst as soon as she sank on top of me. I fought it back ruthlessly, determined to give her the experience of her life.

  “God, sir,” she said, eyes still only halfway open as she rode me. “This is insane.”

  It was. In many ways. And that’s what made it the hottest sex of my life.

  “It is. Your tight pussy feels so good around my cock. Ride me nice and slow.”

  Addy obeyed, shuddering at the bottom of each thrust as she went.

  It felt incredible, but I knew I could make her feel even better.

  ~Adeline~

  Landon’s cock felt almost too big inside me. It left me teetering on the edge of sanity, one hard thrust away from losing control.

  He gave that to me.

  His big, strong hands held tight to my hips, guiding my motions as I rode him and drove his cock deep inside me time and time again. After a few dozen thrusts, he took over.

  Using long, smooth strokes, Landon pushed up into me from below.

  When his hand slipped up past my breasts and curled loosely around my throat, I nearly passed out from the intensity of the response it engendered in my body. Landon’s fingers tightened. It wasn’t enough to cut off my air, but I felt wholly within his power in that moment.

  Being controlled like that was hotter than anything I’d ever felt, and that was even before accounting for the way he split me open with his member, forcing my pussy to spasm around him and driving me toward delirium with his thrusts.

  My eyes rolled back into my head and I let him take total control, giving myself over to the pleasure that swept over me.

  Landon used his powerful hands, one on my neck and one around my waist, to roll us over until I was on my back and his powerful frame covered mine. His shoulders were hard boulders beneath my hands, the muscles straining and flexing as he powered our ecstasy.

  I’m actually fucking Landon Fraser. I can’t believe it's finally happening.

  If I were being honest with myself, I wasn’t fucking Landon. He was fucking me.

  The realization of an adolescent fantasy doubled the intensity of the moment, and I fought to commit every touch, every breath to memory.

  “That’s it,” he grunted into my ear. “Take my cock, Princess. I want you to come for me.”

  His command and the hand around my neck left no doubt. I was his, and it took me over the edge. I soon lost any sense of volume control as the overwhelming sensations enveloped me and carried me to incredible heights. My climax was intensified and lengthened by the way Landon continued to fuck me through my peak, refusing to let me rest and bringing my pleasure to a greater pinnacle than I thought possible.

  Five seconds before it would have become too much for my sensitive post-orgasm body to handle, Landon slowed his pace and pressed fully inside me.

  “Did you finish?” I asked.

  “Not yet. I’m nowhere near finished with you, Princess.”

  His new pet name for me was driving me crazy.

  “How do you have that much control?” I stopped short of mentioning my previous partners, but I could see by the look in his eyes that he knew I was comparing him to others. And that he was winning.

  He grinned. “Maturity.”

  Somehow, his cock pulsed, the momentarily swollen girth taking my breath away.

  “Oh!” I said. “What did you just do?”

  He did it again, his manhood growing bigger and firmer, this time for a few seconds.

  “Trade secret.”

  I was past the overly sensitive part of my climax, but his cock still felt so good. I rocked my hips underneath him until he got the hint and moved in long, glacially slow strokes.

  “Oh, my God, Landon,” I moaned, reveling in the luxurious feel of this moment, so different from the impassioned pounding I’d just received.

  The sound of the bedroom door opening jolted me out of my indulgent haze, and I instinctively turned my face away from the door.

  My brother’s voice made the interruption even worse.

  “Hey, Landon, you ready for your big day tomorrow? Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize you had a girl in here.”

  I couldn’t see my brother with my face buried in Landon’s shoulder, but I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

  “Jesus, Nick, get out of here!” Landon growled from on top of me. His body hid most of mine, but he was bare-ass naked with no cover.

  “Just wanted to wish you good luck on your lecture tomorrow if I don’t see you in the morning.” Nick didn’t seem concerned that he was talking to his nude roommate while said roommate’s cock was buried in a girl—who happened to be his sister.

  Landon shook his head. “Fine, thanks. Come on, man, leave us alone.”

  “You won't introduce me?”

  I’d heard Nick and Landon tease each other constantly growing up. Somehow, it didn’t surprise me that they would be so nonchalant about a situation like this. They’d go to any lengths to annoy and make the other uncomfortable.

  Landon grabbed something from his bedside table and threw it at the door. “Scram, man!”

  “Okay, okay.”

  The door closed with a soft click.

  Landon pulled up and we looked at each other.

  “That was close,” I said, a bare whisper all I dared utter.

  “Yeah. We have this thing where we try to make the other uncomfortable if they’re having sex. I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door.”

  Silence reigned for a few seconds as the close call sank in. Nick had literally seen us fucking, and only luck had hidden my identity from him.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Landon said, but his manhood remained deep inside me.

  I wrapped my legs around him, making sure he couldn’t leave. “Nothing’s changed. One night, right? We shouldn’t waste it.”

  I was drunk on him, and it didn’t matter what the correct decision was. I knew what I wanted.

  Before Landon could open his mouth to say anything else, I rolled my hips against him, grinding the head of his cock against the depths of my pussy, forcing him to grunt.

  “That’s not fair.”

  I smiled up at him and did it again. “What are you going to do about it, sir?”

  That relit the fire inside his eyes, the one that had raged with intensity all night. With a powerful move, he drew his hips back until the head of his cock remained only just inside my entrance.

  I whimpered at the sudden absence.

  “I will take what I want from you, Princess. And you will like it.”

  With that, his hips slammed back into mine and took my breath away. I gasped and moaned at the sudden intrusion, and Landon took up a rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts that quickly built my pleasure.

  Landon’s hand covered my mouth, muffling the screams that threatened to give us away to my brother. His eyes bored into mine, commanding me without words, telling me I was his.

  This time, our pleasure crescendoed together, Landon’s own grunts signaling his need. When I lost myself i
n the torrent of pleasure he unleashed through my body, the feeling of him coming within me fed and grew it even further.

  He held me in his arms as our breathing slowed, regaining our composure.

  “Wow,” I said. “That will be hard to top.”

  Again, my words summoned that cocky grin to his face. “Good luck with that.”

  He rolled off me, and I mourned the loss until he pulled me close, setting my head on his chest. It was the most comfortable and satisfied I’d ever been.

  “Should I go?” I didn’t want to, but we had a deal. One night only.

  Landon didn’t answer for a few moments. “I think I still hear Nick moving around downstairs. We can’t risk it. Are you okay with staying here tonight?”

  “Of course.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. I’d take as much of him as I could get. In fact, this would give me an opportunity to make an even better lasting impression on him.

  With every second that passed since the best sex of my life, I grew more and more sure—there was no chance I would let this be just a one-night stand.

  Chapter 3

  ~Landon~

  Hazy memories of a nubile body pressed against mine and bursts of insistent pleasure filtered through my mind. The fleeting images scattered before my waking consciousness, chased away by the morning.

  One thing remained, and that was the intense pleasure around my cock. It was hot and wet, making me groan before I could even figure out what was going on.

  It stopped.

  “Good morning, sir.”

  Then Addy’s warm mouth enveloped my manhood once more, and I groaned as I looked down to see her brunette locks tied back in a messy bun, giving me a perfect view as she took me between her lips and used her hands to wrap around the base.

  She moaned, the vibrations rumbling through my shaft and spreading through my body. It felt amazing, but what was even better was how enthusiastic and turned on she was.

  She must have been doing that for a while before I woke up.

  I was already close to coming, and Addy sucked me like a woman possessed. Before long, she coaxed my body through a burst of brilliant energy.

  “Fuck, Princess!” I kept my voice low, aware of Nick moving around in the hall.

  She took all of my load in her mouth, her throat swallowing around the tip of my cock, the pressure making my thigh muscles jump.

  Addy pulled off me and crawled up my body, settling in next to me, folding her arms on my chest and setting her chin on them. “I hope you enjoyed your wake-up call.”

  “I think you got direct evidence of that.”

  Even as I spoke, worry pulled at my mind.

  Does this break our one-night rule?

  I hadn’t expected sex with Addy to be this good. Anything extra we did was playing with fire—it was addicting, and I couldn’t say no when she woke me up like that.

  “I love your taste, sir,” Addy said with a cheeky smile.

  I shouldn’t have taught her to say that.

  She didn’t say sir in a serious way like she had last night, but with an impudent sparkle in her eyes.

  “Sounds like we’ve got a mutual appreciation society starting here because last night, I was tempted to tie you down and eat you until sunrise. In fact, I need to return the favor.”

  Addy put her finger on my lips and shook her head. “Nuh, uh. That was a treat. You’ll just have to owe me one.”

  Owe her one? That’s a dangerous attitude to have.

  She rolled off me and sprang out of bed before I could convince her otherwise. I watched as she pulled her underwear on with brisk efficiency, unable to peel my eyes away from her curves. It would be the last time I ever saw them this way, and I didn’t want to forget.

  “You’re in a rush,” I noted.

  It made sense. She shouldn’t have even stayed overnight, but Nick’s presence hadn’t given us a choice.

  “First day of school today,” Addy said with a wink. “Got lots of preparation to do before classes. Can’t make a poor impression on my first day of Harvard.”

  That’s right. She’s a student at the school.

  Somehow, that detail had almost passed me by, lost behind my concern over her status as Nick’s little sister. The school’s policies didn’t allow professors to have sex with students. I had only just finished my PhD and was incredibly lucky to be hired as an assistant professor—if anyone in the administration found out about my night with Addy, I could lose my job.

  “Wise lady,” I said, following her out of bed as she wiggled back into her black dress. I threw on a pair of sweatpants. The shower started in the bathroom. “Good timing, too. Sounds like Nick’s in the shower, so you’ve got a chance to sneak out.”

  I ushered her to the front door. “Addy, this was… great. But we can’t do it again, okay?”

  It wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was to ravish her tight body every hour of every day, but there were too many reasons that was a bad idea. Even doing it once was bad enough.

  Addy’s lips moved to the side as she pursed them, but she nodded. “That’s what we agreed on.” Then she bounced up on her toes and gave me a peck on the lips. She winked. “I’ll see you later. I hope you enjoy your first class, sir.”

  Her final word sent a pulse of blood to my manhood, her voice turning sultry and sexy as she stared into my eyes and then turned to go.

  Jesus. She shouldn’t be able to cause that big of a reaction with a single word.

  I walked back upstairs in a daze, and by the time I got there, Nick was exiting the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

  “Oh, hey man. Nice score last night. Didn’t see much of that chick, but she looked hot as fuck.”

  Part of me was amused at Nick unknowingly complimenting his sister’s looks, but the majority was ashamed at betraying my best friend’s trust as I had.

  “Um, thanks. We had a good time.”

  “I bet. You pick her up at the bar last night?”

  More like she picked me up.

  “Something like that.”

  Nick frowned, looking at my face. My stomach lurched.

  He knows something’s wrong.

  “You’re being quiet. Nervous about your first lecture? Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight with Adeline? I told her we’d show her around town.”

  I almost choked on my tongue but was able to turn it into a cough. “Addy? Dinner?”

  “Yeah, it’s no big deal. If your lecture goes well, then we’ll celebrate, and if not, then we’ll drink away our sorrows.”

  There was no way I wanted to sit at the same table as the siblings the night after I showed her how real men fucked. I also couldn’t think of a good excuse not to.

  “That… sounds good, I guess.”

  Nick nodded and slapped my shoulder. “There you go. I'll need your help keeping the guys off her. You haven’t seen her in years, but that girl grew up, and she knows it. I want her to have fun at college, just not that much fun, you know what I mean?”

  I winced. “I know exactly what you mean.”

  “Good. I’ve got to jet to work, but we’ll figure out details for dinner later.”

  The conversation left me more to think about than I wanted. Thoughts of Addy’s curved lips and curvaceous body wouldn’t leave me alone as I showered and got ready for work. I may as well have been a robot for the amount of conscious attention I paid the world around me until I arrived at the lecture hall.

  Luckily, this was the first lecture of the day for the hall, so I didn’t have to wait for the previous class to leave before going in and getting things set up. It was just as well, because the computer stubbornly refused to recognize my slides. Instead of greeting my students as they came in the door as I intended, I hunched behind the computer, running through every fix I could think of until it finally, miraculously started working.

  The volume in the room had steadily risen as students sat and chatted with their friends and neighbors, waiting
for class to start.

  Okay, good to go. Only a minute late. That’s not too bad.

  The last few students straggled in as I stood and gave the room a quick scan. I cleared my throat.

  It was too loud for any but the students in the first row to hear, so I spoke up. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to start.”

  This time, the noise lowered and gradually tapered off as students either heard me and turned toward the front or noticed those who had.

  “My name is Landon Fraser, and I’m an assistant professor of business economics at Harvard. My area of research is applying machine learning techniques to optimize corporate finance policies.” I looked more carefully at the mass of students arrayed before me as I spoke, trying to learn the faces of the students I would be teaching for the next four months.

  “I only just finished my PhD last year, so it was not all that long ago that I sat where you are now, learning the basics of macroeconomics. It was this class, in particular, that gave me a passion for economics and persuaded me to change from software engineering to economics. I…”

  I trailed off at the sight of the gorgeous brunette in the fifth row.

  Addy? What the hell is she doing here?

  She was dressed in a short skirt and a tight top, her legs crossed demurely as she grinned at my reaction. Only at a murmur from the back of the room did I realize that I’d trailed off in the middle of my speech and was staring at Addy.

  “I’m sorry, I lost track of where I was going for a second. I hope that this class is as useful and inspiring to you as it was to me. Now, here is the syllabus. I hope at least some of you have gone on the course website and looked at it already.”

  I flashed up the pertinent slide, unable to resist shooting another look at Addy. For the next twenty minutes, I struggled to keep my eyes off her, and from the smirk on her face every time I failed, she knew it.

  She looks way too good. It’s not fair that Nick’s little sister had to be that good-looking and come to Harvard. And why the hell is she sitting in my class?

  As I introduced the class’s teaching assistants and let them say a few things about themselves, my eyes slipped over to the center of the fifth row.