by Dawn Doyle
“Here,” he said, turning it to her. “I’ve added a few examples of hybrid regimes…”
Beck went on to give more examples of other ownership regimes and Raven sat frozen to the spot, completely aroused as she watched, and listened, to him talk about her subject as though he’d gotten a doctorate in it. Hearing him talk so intelligently had her fidgeting in her seat, and she needed to cross her legs in attempt to dull the ache between her thighs.
“Is that ok?” Beck sat back in his seat, and he seemed a little uneasy.
“Um…yeah,” Raven managed to say after she remembered to breathe. “It’s just…you know so much about this subject too.” Beck’s cheeks darkened. Raven ‘aww’d’ inside at his embarrassment. “Do you have two brains or something?”
Beck’s face changed from sheepish to naughty. “I have two heads, so…” he grinned.
“I’m really going to have to watch what I say around you at all times, aren’t I?” Raven asked, shaking her head.
“Yep,” he replied, then broke into a giggle. “Sorry, I’ll try to control myself.” He held up his fingers in cub scout salute.
“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.”
Raven finished up the rest of her assignment, and clicked ‘save’.
“It’s all done,” she said in disbelief. “Thank you for helping me.” She lifted her eyes up at Beck who was looking at her with a heated gaze.
The intensity in his stare caused the heat to surge south again. She hadn’t recovered from the last time, but it was back in full force.
For all the times that Beck had gotten her aroused, Raven wanted a little payback. She knew exactly how to do it too. She only hoped that it worked as much as she anticipated it would.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied, his voice deep and sensual.
Raven gasped as the thrill of the timbre ran through her. Beck smiled, knowingly.
Raven took a deep breath to steady herself.
Here goes nothing.
“You were pretty much spot on.”
“About?”
“Your message,” she mumbled, looking into his eyes. She wanted to know the exact moment he realized what she was talking about.
“Really?” Beck’s eyes sparkled as they widened with interest.
“Yes.”
“And?” Beck licked his lips, his pupils growing larger by the second. Raven couldn’t hide the catch in her throat as she took a deep breath. “Keep going,” he urged.
“That’s all I’m saying.”
“Seriously? Come on! Tell me what happened in your dream.”
“It was here, at this very table,” she purred stroking the surface with her fingertips, and Beck scrubbed his face with his hand.
“Ok…” he said, gesturing for her to continue.
“It was in junior year,” she whispered, inching closer to his face with hers.
“Are you serious?” he asked. Raven nodded enthusiastically. “So, what happened for you to be thinking of me?”
“It was the day you told me about your ‘rules’.”
Raven saw his gaze falter for a second, but she assured him by stroking his cheek with her fingers. “Do you remember that day?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I do,” he said, then swallowed hard. Raven could tell he was recalling the memory. “I pressed up against you, and I felt your gorgeous tits against my chest.”
Raven nodded.
That’s all she could do because Beck moved so close to her, she could’ve licked him. His knees were either side of her as he sat sideways in his seat, with her legs under the table. The heat coming from his body was scorching up her left side.
She grew hotter as she thought about the dream that had been produced from that interaction
“I want to know what you were dreaming about when you accidentally touched yourself,” he whispered into her ear.
“What happened that day, you didn’t walk out…” she paused to let that set in his mind. “…You took me…on this table.”
“Fuck!” Beck ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
Raven glanced down and saw the rather impressive bulge straining behind his zipper.
“You took off my clothes, yours too, and sat me on the table,” she whispered into his ear. “Then, you gave it to me hard.”
Raven sat back in her chair, and watched Beck’s expression go from pained to dark.
“We’re leaving. Pack up; let’s go.”
Beck stood, an obvious hard on in his pants and he tucked the books under his arm. Raven picked up her MacBook in time for Beck to grab her hand, and he led her out of the library.
*****
Beck didn’t say a word as he led Raven back to his dorm.
She noticed his hand was shaking as he fumbled with his key in the lock, finally turning it and swinging the door open. He pulled her inside, slammed the door, and locked it.
Raven opened her mouth to speak, but her words were eaten up by Beck’s lips as he crashed theirs together. His hot tongue licked into her mouth, and she moaned as the shivers took hold of her backbone, wringing it out.
Beck’s strong arms wrapped around her, one hand in her hair, holding her to him. His fingers wide across her back.
She ran her hands up his hard body, feeling the ripples of muscle under his tee. She wanted skin, so she ran her hands underneath, letting her fingers roam over his flesh, touching every part of him that she could.
Beck broke their kiss and gripped the bottom of Raven’s shirt, pulling it off in one movement. His own followed and Raven watched his muscles flex and twist as he pulled the tee over his head.
The throbbing in her center became more pronounced with every second that passed, and she was finding it harder to stay in control and not rip off Beck’s pants where he stood.
Beck’s lips were upon her once more, sucking on her lower lip and then working to her jaw, to her neck, and the sweet spot below her ear.
Raven cried out; her breath catching in her throat as she became painfully aroused. She needed him to touch her; all of her, and she wanted it right then.
Beck’s hands frantically stroked down her body over her breasts, her stomach, until they reached her leggings. He bent his knees and lowered to the floor, his hands smoothing down the back of her thighs. He held one calf and lifted her leg, removing her tennis shoe. Then repeated the same for the other. He ran his hands back up until he hooked his fingers into her leggings, pulling them down, and off.
Beck stood and stepped back to take in her appearance. The way he looked at her had Raven shaking at the knees as she stood in just her white lace underwear, and it was evident he was having difficulty controlling himself.
Beck lifted his hands and quickly pulled her bra straps down her arms, and Raven reached round to undo the clasp. Her bra fell to the floor, and Beck took no time on cupping her round orbs in his hands, lowering his head to swirl his tongue around the hard peaks of her nipples.
Raven’s head fell back as the electricity shot through like a lightning bolt. She bit her lip into her mouth to control the moans that were bubbling up inside her.
As Beck kissed her breasts, Raven felt her panties fall down her legs.
His hands ran down the back of her thighs again, and he picked her up off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He crossed the short distance to his bed, and lay her down.
He reached his nightstand drawer, returning with a foil packet.
“I need to go slow,” he said, finally speaking. “I need you to feel everything that I give to you.”
“I will,” she panted. “I need you right now.”
Beck growled and in no time at all, he’d gotten out of his jeans and lay between her thighs. His thick cock pressed against her, pulsing and wanting inside.
“Baby, I want you so bad,” he whispered, burying his face into her neck and sucking the skin there.
Raven whimpered as he
worked his way down to her chest, holding her breasts and pushing them together. He licked the skin where they met and Raven’s back arched. Beck closed his mouth round a nipple and gently nipped the hard bud.
“Beck!” Raven cried as the sensations crashed through her body, her hips bucking, wanting Beck to fill her.
“Raven…” he ground out between clenched teeth. “God, babe.”
He growled, then ripped open the packet, sheathing himself.
“Yes, now.” Raven nodded her head. She couldn’t wait any longer for Beck to think she was ready.
She didn’t need anything more to turn her on. She was already so close to the precipice, and threatened to fall over as soon as he entered her.
Beck lined himself up, and slowly pushed inside her.
He was shaking as he remained in control of himself. Raven had never seen him so close to losing it before.
“Agh!” Her breath was taken from her when he thrust hard, filling her completely.
Beck stilled, catching his breath, and Raven ran her hands down his back to his ass, gripping his cheeks and pulling him towards her; her legs tight around him.
He lifted his head and, after the frenzied removal of their clothes, he kissed her tenderly.
Raven sighed out loud, lifting her hands and smoothing back up his body until she reached his neck. One arm round his shoulders, the other hand in the back of his hair holding their mouths together.
His hips pulled back, and he thrust forward with the same intensity as before, knocking the air out of her lungs.
“Oh God!” She squeaked against his lips.
Beck smiled and thrust again, before taking her mouth languorously.
It was a mixture of hard and soft, fast and slow. It was torturous.
Raven’s legs tightened around Beck, lifting them higher around his hips as he pushed harder into her.
Beck’s hand stroked down her neck, to her chest, resting atop her left breast. Cupping and kneading her, his lips not leaving hers.
Raven’s heart was fluttering rapidly in her chest, and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe.
Her entire body was on fire, and her core was the origin of the flames. They rose higher and higher inside her, and Beck increased the pace. Her back arched as the heat surged, her center erupting and shooting sparks behind her eyes.
Beck…I’m…Oh…My…Gah!”
Raven held her breath as her body ignited. She gripped Beck’s body and his hair as her body convulsed in pleasure. Her toes curled, and her thighs squeezed him tight.
Beck’s movements increased in pace, and he tensed above her as his hips drove back and forth. He swelled inside her, then crashed over the edge with her.
“Raven…” he whispered into her neck, burying his face in her skin as he rode his own climax.
They panted, trying to catch their breath. Beck still above Raven, he pushed the loose tendrils of her hair out of her face.
His eyes drifted over her face, seemingly taking in all of the details.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?”
Raven blushed red. “You don’t have to say that. You’ve already gotten into my pants,” she joked.
“I’m serious, Raven. You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” he replied.
“Thank you. You’re beautiful too.”
Beck smiled shyly. Raven loved how he did; he looked so sweet.
Beck held her face and kissed her softly before releasing her.
“Back in a sec,” he said, climbing off his bed, then disappearing into the bathroom.
When he reappeared, he laid himself down next to her pulling her into his chest.
Raven sighed against his hard body and rested her bare thigh atop his.
Beck took hold of his sheet, and covered them both. His fingers circled the skin on her back, as she traced the ridges on his torso. He kissed the top of her head as they lay together, tangled in each other’s limbs.
Chapter 8
After leaving Beck the night before -‘sleepovers’ were severely frowned upon even with the seniors- Raven woke up with the biggest smile on her face, and a huge throbbing between her legs.
It was hard to believe that Beck had only told her how he felt the day before.
“Good morning sunshine!” Ava sing-songed, equally as happy. “You got back pretty late last night.
"“I know,” Raven giggled. “Beck refused to let me leave.”
“What?” Ava’s expression shifted. “Why?”
“He said he wasn’t ready to let me leave,” Raven beamed. “I was more than happy to stay.”
“Oh!” Ava said, shaking her head. “For a second, I thought he wouldn’t let you leave.”
“I wouldn’t have complained,” Raven purred, waggling her eyebrows.
Ava fell back on her bed, and shrieked with laughter. “I never would’ve thought it,” she giggled. “You and Beck getting down and dirty.”
“Me neither, but I’m so glad we did; we do.”
“How many times?” Ava asked. Raven looked at her confused. “Times did he make you see stars?”
“Three,” she whispered, then blushed.
“You had sex three times in one day?” Ava said, her eyes like saucers.
“No,” Raven said, biting her lip. “Twice.”
“Multiples? Or was there something else?”
Raven nodded slowly.
“Which one?”
“The something else,” Raven squeaked, her face breaking into a grin, and Ava howled again.
“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re getting some. You look a lot less stressed.”
Raven sighed. “I am.”
It wasn’t just the earth shattering orgasms that had relaxed her, it was the fact that she needn’t worry about Beck showing up, turning her insides to a squishy mess, then leaving her. Now he would be there to see things through.
Just the thought of it had her heating up.
“Ok, let’s go to breakfast,” Ava said, grabbing her bag. “I need fuel before class.”
“Me too.”
Raven also needed fuel because Beck had worn her out the day before. Walking on shaky legs, she made her way to the main hall.
When they got there, Raven looked around for Beck, but there was no sign of him. Donnie was walking towards them, but Beck was missing.
“Hey babe,” he said, kissing Ava as he approached them.
“Hey baby,” she replied.
“Where’s Beck?” Raven asked Donnie, still looking around.
“I don’t know. I knocked, and he said he’d be right along.”
They went to their table, and Ava went for breakfast with Kerry and Leila when they appeared.
She strummed her fingers on the table top and looked around again.
Ava placed a blueberry muffin in front of her and a cup of coffee, but Raven just picked at it.
“Good morning beautiful,” Beck’s voice came from beside her.
Raven looked up and gasped at his handsome face. His dreamy eyes, straight nose, full lips and chiseled jawline with a light dusting of stubble. His hair was still wet from the shower, giving Raven some indecent images to run through her mind.
“H.h.hey,” she managed.
Beck leant down and pecked her lips softly.
“Sorry, my dad called,” he said stroking her fingers that lay on the table.
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, he doesn’t call unless he wants something,” he mumbled, his eyebrows pinching together. “Well, I’m just going to grab something. Be right back.”
Beck walked away before Raven had a chance to ask if he was ok. If his own father could put that look on his face, then Raven wasn’t sure she’d ever want to meet him. Her own face would light up if her dad called, but Beck’s…he looked upset.
“How are you today?” Beck asked when he sat next to Raven.
He let his arm hang on the back of her chair, his fingers str
oking across her shoulder. Raven’s skin prickled and goosebumps broke out down her arm. Beck sensed that too, and winked.
“I’m great,” she replied, swallowing the pool of saliva that flooded her mouth.
Her eyes dropped down and took in Beck’s appearance. He wore beige board shorts and a light turquoise tee. She could see how the fabric clung to his hard arms, and she wanted to lick along the seams.
“I…um…” her thoughts were momentarily scrambled at the gaze Beck returned. “I’m great, yes. How are you?”
The lazy smile that took over his face was almost enough to melt her panties.
“I’m wonderful,” he rasped, leaning towards her. “Especially after yesterday.”
Raven’s face turned beet red and all faces at their table looked to her.
“Beck, are you misbehaving; again?” Kerry asked with a bored expression on her face.
“Yes,” he grinned.
“Oh, ok then. Carry on,” she gestured, winking at Raven.
“How did your ‘scouting’ go?” Raven asked, trying to turn the attention away from her redness.
“Boring,” Kerry shook her head. “I’m telling you; there was absolutely no talent there last night.”
Leila almost spit her drink across the table.
“Kerry!” she whisper shouted as she wiped her mouth. “Quiet!”
“What? I’m just saying,” she shrugged, then turned back to tell the rest. “Seriously, I think some sophomores got in there, and while I’m not bothered about picking up a sweet young thing, they weren’t giving me the feels.”
Leila nodded. “I agree with you there.”
“What are ‘the feels’?” Donnie asked.
As they were getting ready to hear Kerry’s explanation, Beck leaned close to Raven once more. “Do I give you ‘the feels’?”
“Listen, and then decide for yourself,” she replied, keeping her voice low.