Spring Semester

by Tyler, Q. B.

  As soon as I sit down, a whine leaves her throat and when she pulls back, she yanks her shirt out of her skirt and tosses it across the room. “Upstairs!”

  What she wants becomes painfully clear. And I say painful because the restraint I’m exercising is making my dick physically ache in my jeans. My cock is so hard, I think it could cut through the fabric and the zipper of my jeans because all it wants is to be back inside Leighton. Where it belongs.

  “Wait, baby. Wait wait wait,” I tell her, despite her sinfully tight body writhing against me. “Just one second.” I pull her hands to my mouth and rain kisses over her fingertips.

  “I don’t want to wait. And I don’t want sweet lovemaking. I want you to fuck me, Everett. I want you to put your mouth on my pussy and then fuck me like you’ve missed me.” She rests her forehead against mine and lets out a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me,” she bites her lip, “there.”

  My brain, which is telling me that we need to talk before we get intimate, is slowly getting on the same page as my dick, which is currently screaming at the idea of being inside Leighton’s tight ass. I’d explored that area thoroughly with my mouth and my fingers, but she’d always been too nervous to take the step. Her springing this on me now, just reassures me that Leighton is feeling insecure and I don’t want to take advantage of that vulnerability.

  “Leighton…” I cup her face in my hands and despite the several drinks I had before she showed up, I feel myself sobering at the sad look on her face. The look that mirrors the pain that’s been tearing her apart for months.

  “You don’t…want that anymore?” Her eyes widen and she sinks those teeth into those delectable lips.

  “I do. Oh God, baby, I do.” I grab her ass for emphasis. “I just, I think we need to talk before we go there again.”

  “I don’t want to talk.” She shakes her head and puts her hands flat on my chest. “I want to fuck, and I want you to have complete ownership of my body. I need it. I need you to possess me…fully. I need you to…keep me.”

  “I do possess you, Leighton.” My voice is low and gravelly, as Leighton’s words arouse the caveman in me that wants to guard Leighton with every ounce of his life. “You walked away from this. You broke up with me.” I raise her chin to look at me. “And I understand why you did. But it doesn’t mean that I stopped possessing you while we were apart. You’ll always be mine, Leighton Mills, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can say to make me believe differently. Even you.”

  She whimpers and I watch as goosebumps appear everywhere, as my gaze continues to penetrate her. “I needed time,” she whispers. “Time to figure out if this is something I can handle. Something I’m mature enough to handle.” She looks away, breaking our eye contact, and she takes a deep breath. “The consensus is I’m not.” She giggles nervously. “But…I am mature enough to understand that I love you more than I hate this shitty situation. I love you enough to be with you despite this relationship you have with another woman. You may be my best friend in the world, but you’re also my man, and I’ll be damned if I let you go without a fight.”

  Her words turn my already hard cock even harder and instinctively I flex up into her wishing we were both naked so I could impale her. Hold on, Everett. Use your words before you pin her to the couch and fuck the life out of her. “There’s no fight. I’m yours.” I grab a handful of her hair and yank it, exposing her neck to me.

  “I meant,” she gasps when I sink my teeth into her, “a fight against myself. It’ll be hard every day, and I can’t promise I’ll always be totally agreeable, but I’m going to try. I’m just asking that you be patient with me.”

  I run my tongue over where I just bit her and pull back slowly to look at her. “I’m the patient one,” I tease and I note a red tinge in her cheeks. I think we both know that I have the patience of a saint, especially when it comes to her sassy ass, and it’s her that usually is ready to blow the second I really tick her off.

  She nods in agreement. “I want…I want to get back together.”

  And then the last of my resolve breaks. My lips are on hers in a second as my hands are unsnapping her bra. Her luscious tits spring free and I push her down onto the couch making her lie on her back. “Wait.” She puts a hand up and I look at her in almost horror, that she’s telling me to stop while her rosy nipples are currently pebbling under my gaze and aching for my tongue. “I want to go upstairs. Once we start, I don’t plan on stopping and I don’t know when Peyton is coming home.”

  I nod in agreement, just as I hear her phone chime from somewhere in the room. “It’s probably just Peyton,” she says dismissively as she searches the room for her discarded purse and pulls it out while I grab her shirt and bra from the floor. Her eyebrows form a V between her eyes and for a second, I think it’s Alli, who I’m sure has gotten wind that I went home with Leighton, and if she’s really as vindictive as her friends implied, she probably is trying to stir up more trouble.

  I look over her shoulder and immediately see red with who texted her at damn near midnight. “Are you fucking kidding?” Her eyes snap to mine and look down at her phone. “Your ex-boyfriend?” Why the hell is Adam texting her?

  She looks contrite for a literal second before she rolls her eyes. “He’s going to help me study for the stats final.” She grabs her shirt from me and pulls it over her naked breasts.

  “Still doesn’t really address my question of are you fucking kidding?”

  “Everett…”

  “That douche is texting you at midnight about statistics? Give me a fucking break, Leighton Alexandra.” Even though it was brief, I definitely caught the what’s up? Which at midnight on a Friday night is the fuckboy code for “you up? And can I swing through to hang out and potentially fuck your drunk brains out?”

  She looks up at me with a devilish grin. “I love when you use my first and middle name. It makes me think I’m in trouble. And I love when I’m in trouble.” She bites her lip and trails her fingertips down her neck, stroking the skin I love to wrap my hands around. The space I love to bite.

  Fuck, I loved when she pisses me off enough for me to use her full name too. I shake my head, remembering why I’m pissed in the first place. But hold the fuck up.

  “Are you hooking up with him? I mean…while we were apart?”

  Her mouth drops open before forming an angry expression. “Why are you asking me questions you already know the answer to?”

  She wouldn’t. “Have you seen him…? Outside of class?”

  “No, Everett, but he offered to help me study and I agreed. I need help.”

  “I’ll help you. I took it last semester; I may still even have my practice final.”

  “You have your own exams to study for, and you’re just doing this because you’re jealous for literally no reason.”

  “He’s your ex-boyfriend, Leighton,” I spit out, wanting to break his neck for even thinking that he could get back with her that way.

  “Nothing was going to happen, even if you and I didn’t get back together, and now that we are—”

  “I don’t want you seeing him,” I interrupt.

  She raises her eyebrows at me and puts her hands on her hips. “Really?” She holds her phone out for me to take. “We aren’t even remotely flirting, Everett. Here, look.” I want to tell myself that I trust her. That I don’t have the right to look through her phone, especially given my precarious situation involving another girl, but I have to see it. I have to know what he’s been saying. I don’t think she was flirting, but I need to see what his angle is.

  I scroll through slowly, and breathe a quiet sigh of relief when I note it really all does seem innocent, mostly about statistics, and him asking her how she is. The questions are mostly one sided, and I’m happy that Leighton rarely kept the conversation going. I hand her phone back to her, satisfied but still far from thrilled at the idea of her spending an entire night with him preparing for her final.

  “Yes, really, Leighton. Yo
u are mine and if I have to fuck the life out of you to drive my point home, I will.”

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Cartwright.” She smirks. And in this moment, I hate that I’m going to give in to what she wants, but I also know that I won’t be able to fuck her without exerting my possession over her especially in light of this new information.

  “I don’t want you alone with him. Plain and simple.” I take a step towards her just as she takes one back, and I can already see the playful glint in her eye.

  She bites down on her lip and then turns and bolts up the stairs. I’m behind her instantly, chasing her towards her room. I slam the door behind me as she hops on the bed, her sexy tits bouncing and making my mouth water. She pulls her shirt off over her head and pulls her skirt and panties down leaving her naked in seconds besides the smile on her face and the love in her eyes.

  I lean up against her door, my arms crossed over my chest as I eye her lasciviously. “Come here,” I command. She stands to her feet preparing to walk over when I put a hand up. “On your knees. Crawl.”

  She blinks her eyes several times before she bows her head and slowly lowers herself to her hands and knees. She moves towards me putting one hand in front of the other and her knees move in tandem as she moves closer to me. When she’s in front of me, she sits back on her heels and looks up at me, those dark eyes, almost the color of the night sky. I unbutton my jeans, letting them fall to the floor and rub my dick through my briefs before letting my hands fall to my sides. “Take it out.”

  She does as I ask without hesitation, sliding my black briefs down my legs and letting them join my jeans, which are still around my ankles. She licks her lips and I grasp her jaw, squeezing slightly.

  “Stick out your tongue.” She follows my command, opening her mouth so I can rub my cock across the pink, silky muscle. I let go of her jaw and she starts to close her mouth around me when I shoot her a warning glare. “Eager little thing, aren’t you? You want me to shoot my cum down your throat?”

  She can’t speak because my cock is resting on her tongue but her eyes widen excitedly and she nods vigorously. Her tongue curls slightly rubbing the tip across one of the veins on the underside of my dick and I groan at the gentle stroke. “Goddamn, your mouth is so fucking sinful.”

  She closes her lips around me and I thrust into her eager, wanting mouth, pushing back slightly further each time. When I feel myself hit the back of her throat, I watch as her eyes water slightly and drool pools at the corners of her mouth. I feel puffs of air as she breathes through her nose and when I pull back out of her mouth she gasps for a bit of air. “You’re doing so well.” She smiles at my approval. “Tell me, are you wet? Is your pussy tingling and needy after having my cock in your mouth?”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  “Let me see,” I demand and when she sits back on her ass and spreads her legs I almost fall to my knees when that pink, slick flesh comes into view. I swallow when she spreads the lips obscenely, revealing her pulsing clit and the rest of her pussy. “Fuck,” I whisper and suddenly I’ve forgotten about the blowjob and am desperate to get my cock inside of her wet cunt. “On the bed.” I pull my jeans and underwear from around my ankles, yank my shirt off and I’m on top of her all within seconds. My body feels like it’s on fire with need for her, and she seems to be feeling the same as she claws and scratches my back.

  “God, I’ve missed you so much,” she mewls when my cock bumps her sex. “My vibrator really can’t do what you can.” She half chuckles half moans when I tweak her nipples between my fingers.

  “Ah yes, my arch nemesis.” I press my lips to her shoulder, remembering that purple toy that sat in her bedside table that she used when I wasn’t around. I feel her heart pounding against my chest as my body covers hers and I wonder if she’s just extremely turned on or nervous as well. I press a kiss to her neck before continuing my trail down her body to her pussy. I run two fingers through her slick folds before bringing them to my lips and sucking her sweetness off of them. “I am going to eat this pussy until you don’t know your own fucking name.” I growl as I slide my tongue across her mound. I thought about teasing her, taunting her with the promise of an orgasm before I eventually let her succumb to the pleasure. But when I look up at her, her eyes wild, her hair teased, and voluminous from me pulling on it, I realize I want to make her come now.

  And I know just how to do that.

  I dive in, wasting no time before attacking her clit and sliding two fingers inside of her and curling upwards. “Oh God!” she cries out when I slide a finger in her ass as well. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” My tongue swirls around her clit, as I grind my dick into the mattress, humping it in time with each pulse of her clit. She’s beginning to quiver around me and when I look up, she’s staring at me through hooded slits. She grabs the back of my head and pushes her sex harder into my mouth and I welcome the explosion flowing from her cunt. “Yes! Everett!” she screams.

  “So fucking wet,” I mumble, as I submerge my face in her sex as she continues to ride the wave. “Say it,” I grit out. “Say what I want to hear, Leigh.”

  “I love you.” Her other hand moves to my head, cupping it with both hands before she tugs slightly and I move up her body. She puts my head in her hands and our eyes lock just as I slide into her. “I love you so much.”

  Our eyes locked in this intimate moment as I move in and out of her, almost pushes me over the edge. I’ve jacked off while we were apart, particularly on the days I’d seen her on campus, but being inside of her—having my dick in her mouth. Tasting her cunt, and the promise of what’s to come between those delectable cheeks of hers has me barreling towards my orgasm way sooner than I want.

  I pull out and sit on my heels. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  “Now…?” Her eyes are full of question and I shake my head in response to her unspoken one. “Not yet, I just want to fuck you from behind. Hands and knees. Don’t make me ask you again.” She turns to face the head of the bed before hiking her ass high up in the air and pressing her cheek against the mattress.

  I run my fingertip between her cheeks and circle the ring back there before I push in gently. My cock which feels heavy between my legs begins to leak precum and my balls tingle, making me wonder if I could come just by touching her.

  “Have you been taking your pill?” I ask her, hating that I’m taking us out of the moment, but knowing that I may not have enough restraint to pull out and the last thing I needed is another pregnant girl. Even if she would be the one I wanted to eventually knock up.

  “Yes! Please fuck me. Come inside me!”

  I groan at her request, her plea, her demand, and push inside of her hot cunt. “Oh my fucking God, how did I forget what this felt like?”

  I’ve been inside Leighton thousands of times, and I still couldn’t reach this level of pleasure when I tried to reenact it with my fucking hand.

  Nothing felt like Leighton’s pussy.

  Nothing felt like Leighton.

  “Your pussy is so goddamn perfect, it’s like reaching nirvana.” I rut into her almost erratically, chasing my orgasm with fast strokes. “Rub your clit for me, baby. Get it nice and hot. I need you wet and loose and languid so you’re calm when I take this.” I press my hand to her ass and she pushes back against it.

  She may have been nervous before, but she certainly isn’t now. I’m fucking her harder and faster now, my hands gripping her hips as I move her up and down my dick. The orgasm hits me hard and fast as it zips up my spine and grabs me by the throat leaving me gasping for air. “Leigh…fuck fuck fuck!”

  I can hear her yelling, telling me how good I feel, how much she loves when I come inside of her, but it’s muffled, and when I drop my head to her back, letting myself slip out of her I wonder if she came too with how hard she’s breathing. I reach around and rub her pussy and she whimpers when I touch her quivering clit.

  “Did we…we came together?”

  She nods, like she ca
n’t speak either, and when she turns her head, I can see the tears in her eyes before one streams down her face. “Holy shit.”

  She’s lying on her stomach, her teeth biting down on her pillow as I rim her, trying to get her as relaxed as possible. I’ve fucked her twice, while I probed her ass with two fingers and made her come with my mouth again as I entered a third finger, and now I believe her limbs are probably as loose as Jell-O. I pull away, the space between her cheeks wet and slippery from my spit as I press two fingers saturated with the warm gel against her hole. She shivers, the goosebumps rising on her skin and I press a kiss to her shoulder.

  “You are doing so well, baby.”

  She lets the pillow drop from between her teeth. “No, baby. Not now.”

  “What should I call you then? You want to be my dirty little slut?” I ask her as I continue to finger her asshole slowly stretching her.

  “Yes.” She shudders again and from this angle, I can see the ghost of a smile on her lips. “Yes, please. Talk dirty to me.”

  I push myself slightly into her and I feel her tense. “Relax,” I whisper somewhat soothingly, letting her know that the man that worshipped her is still present despite what I might say to her. But I offset it with my fingers digging into her hips as I steady myself. I was ready to blow the second she’d agreed to let me fuck her ass, and now I’m one centimeter inside of the tightest vessel of my life and I’m ready to blow.

  Everett, if you come already, I will never get hard again, I swear I can hear my dick telling me.

  “Aren’t you going to push?” I hear her whisper from below me and my hand smacks her ass in response.

  “You. aren’t. in. charge.” I growl at her. “You don’t get to ask questions.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?” I taunt her as I push further inside.