I couldn’t help but notice how your fingers tapped restlessly against your desk during my lecture today. The way your thighs pressed together, the way your breath hitched when I caught your gaze—it told me everything I needed to know.
Arya, I said, stepping closer to your desk after the last student filed out. Stay behind for a minute.
You looked up, your dark eyes widening slightly, but you didn’t protest. Just nodded, your fingers tightening around your notebook. I could see the flush creeping up your neck already.
Follow me, I said, my voice low enough that only you could hear. We don’t need an audience for this.
You trailed behind me, your steps hesitant but curious. I led you through the quiet campus, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. When we reached my place—a modest but comfortable house just off campus—I held the door open for you, my hand brushing against the small of your back as you stepped inside.
The door clicked shut behind us, and I turned to face you, pinning you against it with a single step forward. You gasped as my thigh pressed between your legs, my hand gripping your hip. I leaned in, my lips brushing your ear.
You’ve been teasing me all semester, haven’t you? I murmured. All those tight skirts, those glances that lingered a little too long. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
You swallowed hard, your breath coming faster. I—I didn’t mean to—
Oh, you meant it, I growled, my fingers tracing the hem of your skirt before slipping beneath it. You meant every fucking second of it.
I didn’t give you time to respond. My mouth crashed into yours, hungry and demanding, my tongue forcing its way past your lips. You moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping my shoulders as I backed you up toward the couch. When the back of your knees hit the cushions, I pushed you down, my hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up around your waist.
Fuck, you’re soaked already, I groaned, my fingers finding the slick heat of your pussy through your panties. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About my hands on you, my mouth on you.
You bit your lip, nodding frantically as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs. They landed on the floor, forgotten, as I dropped to my knees in front of you.
I spread your thighs wide, my breath hot against your skin. You’re so fucking beautiful like this, spread out for me, trembling with need.
Before you could protest or beg, my tongue was on you, lapping at your folds, swirling around your clit. You cried out, your hips jerking off the couch, your fingers tangling in my hair. I held you down with one hand on your stomach, my other hand gripping your thigh as I fucked you with my tongue, my lips sealing around your clit to suck.
You’re close, I could tell by the way your thighs started to shake, by the way your breath came in ragged gasps. And I wasn’t done with you yet.
I pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, my chin glistening with your arousal. Not yet, sweetheart. I want you to come on my cock, not my tongue.
I stood up, stripping off my shirt before shucking my pants and boxers in one motion. My dick sprang free, hard and leaking, and you bit your lip at the sight of it. I didn’t give you time to overthink it—I climbed onto the couch, straddling your waist, and guided myself to your entrance.
You were so fucking tight, so wet, it was all I could do not to slam into you right then. But I wanted to savor this, wanted to make you feel every inch of me.
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt. You gasped, your nails digging into my back, your legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.
That’s it, I groaned, pulling back before thrusting into you again. Take it, Arya. Take every fucking inch of me.
I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. You met me thrust for thrust, your moans growing louder, more desperate. I reached between us, my fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight little circles as I fucked you.
You came with a scream, your back arching off the couch, your pussy clenching around me so tight it almost hurt. I didn’t stop, though—I kept fucking you through it, my own release building, my balls drawing up tight.
I want you to take every drop, I growled, pulling out just enough to line myself up with your entrance again before slamming back in. I want you dripping with my cum when I’m done with you.
I buried myself to the root one last time, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside you, my cum filling you up until it started to leak out around my shaft. I collapsed on top of you, my breath ragged, my heart pounding.
You wrapped your arms around me, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. That was… intense.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. And we’re not even done yet.
I slid my still-hard cock back inside you, my hips rolling lazily as I started to fuck you again. You moaned, your nails scraping down my back.
Oh fuck, you whimpered. Again?
I grinned against your skin. Again and again and again.