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by Terry Towers


  As we sat down, he turned, caught my gaze, smiled and gave a half wave. I returned him smile, waved back, and then shifted my focus back to Vanessa, who was chattering on about something, though I didn’t know what. I’d tuned her out quite some time ago.

  “Hey, Rebecca, right?” Before I could get back on track with Vanessa, a male voice spoke to me. I looked to the left to see a nice looking man with light-brown hair worn slightly shaggy, in a bit of a surfer style, and forest green eyes standing over me. Once he knew he had my attention, he sat in the vacant seat next to me.

  “Yes, it’s Rebecca.” He extended his hand to me, and I accepted it, giving it a brief shake. I waited for him to give me a reason for coming over, he didn’t. “So, what’s up?”

  “Hi, I’m Adam. Well,” he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He was nervous. I knew what was coming next. “I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to ask you out, and none has really come up, so I figured fuck it. Would you like to maybe go have coffee, catch a show…” His voice trailed off.

  I was tempted to say no. As pissed as I was over Kyle not pursuing me over the weekend, the truth was I still wanted him. Feeling as if I was being watched, I took a glance out of the corner of my eyes to see Kyle was indeed watching. He was attempting not to, but you could tell he was. His expression was a blank canvas. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, happy, indifferent. Not a damned clue. Though the fact he was watching said more than enough.

  I gave Adam a bright smile. “I’d love that,” I said, speaking louder than necessary knowing Kyle would hear. I thought I saw a flicker in Kyle’s expression, but just as quickly, he turned away.

  It took Adam a moment to respond before he smiled and nodded. Perhaps he was shocked I said yes, though in his defense, I knew I gave a fuck-off vibe, so he had brass balls to just approach me. Pulling out his phone, he pressed a few buttons. “In that case, can I get your number, and I’ll text ya.” I spewed off my number, and he inputted it. As I finished saying the number, the professor entered the room. “Okay, got it. Talk to you later.”

  Vanessa gave me a nudge with her elbow, and when I looked over at her, she winked. “He’s cute,” she whispered.

  Looking over at Adam, I shrugged. “I guess.”

  * TT *

  Adam didn’t text. Not that it was any big deal, but it was still annoying. Two men in the span of a few days blowing me off, seriously? Why in the name of God would he ask for my number and not text or call? Especially considering how hard it seemed to be for him to approach me. But someone did text later that night as I was sitting at my desk, pounding out an essay on my laptop, and it was the someone that had my attention already. Kyle.

  Kyle: Hey baby, sorry about being MIA over the past few days. Been busy.

  I looked down at the text and caught my lower lip between my teeth trying to decide how I was going to play this.

  Rebecca: No worries, I’ve been swamped with studying anyhow.

  Kyle: I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. I want to see you.

  Rebecca: Tell me when and where and maybe I’ll be available. I don’t appreciate being taken out and then blown off.

  Kyle: Are you playing hard to get?

  I laughed at him calling me out.

  Rebecca: Are you?

  There was a pause that lasted so long I thought perhaps he wasn’t going to respond, so I was stuffing my phone back into my purse when it beeped. Bringing it back to eye level, I looked down at the screen.

  Kyle: Of course I am, just like you.

  I laughed a little louder and harder this time. Vanessa was out and on a date so I didn’t have to worry about dealing with questions from her over what was so funny.

  Rebecca: Don’t know what you’re talking about.

  Kyle: Sure you don’t. So when can I see you?

  Rebecca: Depends. Are you texting me because you saw Adam asking me out earlier, or because you really want to see me?

  Kyle: Both.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I sat considering my response when there was a knock on my door. With a sigh, I stood and walked over. Looking down at my watch I saw it was 10:23PM, kinda late to be knocking on my door when I had a 7am class. I wasn’t the typical party all night college student.

  I was wearing my typical nighttime attire, an oversized t-shirt, which fell halfway down my thighs. Pulling open the door, I was about to give the person on the other side a piece of my mind, until I looked up and into the brilliant blue eyes of Kyle.

  “Kyle? What are you doing here?” Adrenaline shot through me and heat began to form between my legs. As angry as I was about Friday night, the fact remained, I still wanted him. I wanted him worse than any other man I’d ever come across. Maybe I just needed to fuck him and get him out of my system.

  “I wanted to see you.” He flashed me a smile, displaying a row of perfect teeth and a couple of sexy as hell dimples.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned my shoulder against the door jamb and tried to play it cool. “You could have chosen a better time. It’s a little on the late side and - ” I turned to motion toward my desk to emphasize that I had work to do, but Kyle stopped me. Stepping up to me, Kyle pulled me into his arms, dipped his head, and captured my lips with his own.

  I melted, my lips giving way to his and kissing him back with all the need I’d been feeling within me unleashing. I moaned, my lips parting, inviting him in. He accepted the invitation, pushing me backwards into the room. Once we cleared the doorway, he pulled away long enough to slam the door shut behind us.

  “Don’t think I’m going to fuck you just because you stopped by.”

  He grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of insulting you like that.”

  Despite my words, I trembled as he pulled me tight to him, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me up and onto his hips, walking with me to the center of the room. He didn’t ask me which bed was mine but guessed the one on the right, and he was correct.

  Throwing me down onto the bed, he stood over me, and the look he was giving me, one of pure feral hunger, sent shivers through me. No other man could make me tremble just from a look. But he could.

  Bending my knees, my t-shirt creeping up my thighs to display my pink satin panties, I spread my legs. “Are you here to just lick me dry, or are you planning on actually fucking me tonight?”

  His jaw clenched, and he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. His body was insane. Much better than I anticipated, his chest was thick and powerful and free of chest-hair, and as my gaze lowered, I came to a perfect 8 pack and then lower to a thin string of hair that led down under the waistband of his jeans, which rode low on his hips.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right for a week, lady.”

  My knees swayed back and forth, directing his gaze from mine to between my legs. “What if you lost your chance Friday night? What then?”

  Smiling, Kyle stepped to the bed and placed a knee between my legs. Bending over me, his lips grazed the side of my neck and I shivered. My hands fisted the blankets under me, forcing myself not to grab onto him. I had to make myself exercise restraint – at least for a few more minutes.

  “Did I? Would you prefer I go?”

  I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I also wanted this. The drought between my legs had been going on for way too long. He pulled up and looked down at me. Damn him and his gorgeous eyes. “Stay,” I gasped as he lowered his hips to mine and ground his hard dick against me.

  “Good.” Kyle slid from the bed and stood before me, his patented cocky grin on his face. Sitting up, I grabbed his belt and pulled him between my legs.

  I swiftly undid his belt and jeans. Hooking my fingers into the belt loop of his jeans, I yanked them down, displaying his beautiful dick standing strong and proud just inches from my nose. “Mmm. Commando.”

  “Always commando baby.”

  Sliding my hands up his body, I leaned forward and licked the tip of h
is shaft. His body tensed for a split second, the muscles under my fingers tightening. My tongue lashed out a second time, and I licked the underside of his shaft. He moaned softly.

  I was about to take his dick into my mouth when he stepped back and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. He tossed it onto the floor on top of his shirt.

  When I attempted to pull him to me, he refused me. Grabbing my thighs, he lifted me up and tossed me back onto the bed. “I want in you, that can come later.”

  “Ohh. Okay.” What man refused a blow job? I only planned on returning the favor. I was confused but delighted. He didn’t come off as a giver, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe he wanted his partners to feel pleasure over him?

  Placing his hand on my shoulder, he pushed me backwards so I was flat on the bed. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, tossing them to the floor with the growing pile of clothing.

  Phew, at least he didn’t shred them this time, I thought with a grin. Victoria Secret panties were not cheap.

  “What?” He started to advance on me and stopped, his brow creasing.

  Catching my lower lip between my teeth, I shook my head. “Not a thing.” Grabbing his hand, I pulled him down onto me. There was way too much chit chat. I’d been thinking and wondering about the way he would feel between my legs since our first date. Now, I was finally going to know.

  He complied, settling down between my legs. As he lowered himself, the head of his dick brushed against my mound, and I moaned. Bucking my hips up, I attempted to entice him to hurry it up so I could feel what he had to offer.

  “Awful anxious baby,” he said, our eyes locking.

  I hated to be this needy. I was used to being the one in control, but there was something about him I couldn’t resist and needed more than just about anything else in the world – at least at this moment.

  Reaching over me, Kyle grabbed the pillow behind my head and hoisted my bottom up, placing the pillow under my backside, propping me up. He then leaned over me and bit at my neck, just under my chin. I moaned, clawing at his shoulders, attempting to pull him down to me.

  “I want you,” I gasped as he placed the head of his dick at my entrance and began to run it back and forth along my slit. Each time his dick reached my entrance, I attempted to impale myself but he refused to allow it to happen, which only added to my anguish.

  “I know, and the more you beg the longer you’ll have to wait.” With a hand on either side of my head, he propped himself up, staring down at me. And ohmygod! His cock, it was still teasing, he was such a cruel man.

  “Huh?” I frowned as I stared up at him. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

  He grinned and shrugged. “We play by my rules, babe.” He reached over me and grabbed a condom from the night side table, I hadn’t even noticed him pulling them out of his pocket.

  “Dictator,” I grumbled with a hint of a smile on my face.

  “Always.” There was a little something gleaming in his eyes – something that both excited and alarmed me, like he was used to getting his way no matter what. I ignored the feelings of alarm and indulged in the excitement. In truth, the little bit of alarm only added to the excitement.

  Straightening up, giving me a full view of his beautiful body and dick, he positioned my legs over his shoulders and lined his cock up with my entrance. Quickly, he ripped open the foil packet and unrolled the condom over his length. Then he paused, it seemed like an eternity of waiting and then, with on forceful thrust he plunged himself deep within me.

  The sudden burst of energy and the feel of him stretching me made me close my eyes and scream out with pleasure. Oh god, god, god! He felt so damned good. He gave another thrust, filling me balls deep.

  “Fuck baby, you’re nice and tight,” he groaned.

  My heart rate quickened, and I gasped as he pulled out and drove into me again. Raising my hands over my head, I gripped the rungs of the headboard and opened my eyes. The angle was perfect for me to watch as he pulled out, his dick covered in my cream, and then slam back in.

  In and out, watching him claim me over and over was a hypnotic sight. It was one of the few positions that allowed me watch when I was getting fucked, and I loved it!

  “Talk to me, tell me how much you love me fucking you, Rebecca,” he growled, fixing his stare onto me and sending a tremor down my spine.

  “Of god, I love it. Love so much!” My body moved with each of his powerful thrusts, my breasts jiggling from the motion. I wanted to touch him, craved it, but the pleasure was too intense. All I could do was hold tight to the headboard and enjoy the ride.

  I was coming close, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure at an alarming rate. Closing my eyes, I tensed up, a knot forming in my stomach. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold on another second, the pleasure stopped and he pulled out fully.

  My eyes sprang opened and I stared up at him, confused.

  “Flip over.” It wasn’t a request but an order.

  Releasing the head board, I flipped to my stomach. Once on my stomach, Kyle grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. He didn’t wait. Spreading my ass cheeks, he slammed into me, sending me falling forward.

  “Fucking, beautiful ass.” He gave my ass a quick slap, and I yelped as my ass cheek burned, but his dick, oh god, it felt so damned good and overrode the pain. Or worked with it, hard to say.

  Placing my elbows on the mattress, I let my forehead fall forward and moaned. “Yes, yes, yes!” I began uttering the words over and over as the pleasure became too intense.

  His grip on my hips tightened, and his thrusts became frenzied, his balls slapping against my pussy making soft wet slapping noises with each thrust. I was reaching the summit again, my body once more tensing, and the pleasure becoming so intense I didn’t think I could handle another thrust.

  And just like that it was over. My body trembled, and I cried out as I went toppling over the edge of my desire and fell into the abyss of satisfaction as my pussy clenched around Kyle’s shaft.

  Suddenly, the dorm room door opened, and I heard a gasp. Oh shit.

  “Oh crap. I’m so sorry,” I heard Vanessa say.

  Shit. shit, shit. I didn’t expect Vanessa to be home so late, but then again I hadn’t anticipated this to be happening either.

  But the sudden intrusion didn’t seem to faze Kyle in the least. He continued thrusting, once more, twice, and with a loud grunt, he thrust a final time and slammed into me so hard I was moved across the mattress a couple of inches.

  “Fuck, yeah baby. You have an amazing pussy.”

  I heard the door close and breathed a sigh of relief. I may not be shy about walking practically naked in front of my roommate, but having her see me being fucked was an entirely different story.

  Chapter 7

  Kyle slowly pulled out of me and released my hips. Panting hard, I slumped face down, spread-eagle on the bed. Damn that was good, totally worth the year-long drought. I shifted over to my side and watched as he got up from the bed and pulled the used condom off his still erect dick.

  A smile spread across my lips as I wanted him walk across the room, his dick bobbing with each step. His ass was nice and round, easily the best ass I’ve seen on a man. “That’s pretty impressive.”

  He disappeared into the bathroom and then returned, minus the condom. “What’s impressive?”

  Nodding towards his erection, I said, “How you’re still hard.” To make it even more appealing, his balls were completely shaved and the hair in that general area neatly trimmed. I loved when a guy took pride in having a clean area down there.

  He grinned. “Yeah.”

  He made his way back to the bed, and I flopped over to my back as he straddled my waist, his glistening dick just inches from my lips. Lifting my head, I took the head of his dick into my mouth and sucked him in. He groaned and thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

  I knew I should be stopping this and kickin
g him out, but at the same time, his dick was in my mouth, and the soft groans and grunts he was making spurred me on. I loved giving a guy head. It put me in the position of power where I controlled what he felt when he came. For those few minutes, the man was at my mercy.

  Grabbing his balls in one hand, I began to gently massage them as I took him in completely until the head of his dick slammed against the back of my throat. I lowered my head to the pillow, and he followed me. Using my free hand, I began stroking him at the base of his shaft, my hands and mouth working in unison, milking him for his cream.

  Somewhere along the line, there was a shift in power, and I went from sucking him to him fucking my mouth, and I liked it. Over and over, the head of his shaft slammed against my throat. With him in control, I slipped a hand down the length of my body and to my pussy. Spreading my pussy lips, I began stroking my clit.

  The fire between my legs, which had died down to a simmer due to my orgasm, flared up once more, and the need to come hit me again. I began stroking my clit harder, alternating between stroking my clit and dipping two fingers into my wet core.

  Kyle increased the pace he was fucking my mouth, his dick beginning to pulsate. I moaned softly, the tension within Kyle affecting me and causing me to hit my breaking point. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment of my fingers blissful torment, Kyle thrust into my mouth and groaned a low, feral sound as he unleashed in my mouth. I swallowed quickly, attempting to keep up with the speed of his seed. But I couldn’t keep up, because I was hitting my own breaking point. And then I was there. I bucked against my hand as my pussy tightened and then released, a gush of my juices greeting my probing digits.

  As Kyle removed his dick, which wasn’t standing at attention quite so proudly as before, a drip of cum touched my cheek. I swiped at with my index fingers and licked off.

  “You are incredible,” Kyle said, stretching out beside me and brushing his lips across mine.

  “Thank you.” I ran a fingertip over his powerful shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “I’ve been told.” He leaned over and captured my nipple into his mouth and nipped.

 

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