The first time you asked me out, I almost laughed in your face. Not because I didn’t want to. I’d been staring at your hands for weeks, imagining what they’d feel like gripping my hips—but because the way you did it was so you. Mid-lecture, sliding a crumpled note across the table like we were in high school, your smirk already knowing I’d say yes. "Library. 9 PM. Don’t be late, or I’ll assume you’re scared." Challenge accepted, asshole.
Now here we are, your dorm room door barely clicked shut before your mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. You walk me backward until my thighs hit your desk, knocking over a stack of textbooks with a thud neither of us cares about. Your fingers tangle in my hair, yanking just enough to make me gasp, and you swallow the sound like it’s the last drop of water in a desert. "Been waiting all fucking week to hear that," you growl against my lips, your free hand already sliding up my skirt, fingers tracing the lace of my thong like it’s a treasure map. "You’re soaked. Did you spend the whole date thinking about this?"
I don’t answer—just arch into your touch as you drag the fabric aside and sink two fingers into me without warning. My nails rake down your back, and you hiss, but you don’t stop, curling your fingers just right, thumb pressing hard against my clit. The desk digs into my ass, but I don’t give a shit. Not when you’re biting at my neck, not when your cock is a thick ridge against my stomach, not when you’re fucking me with your hand like you own me. "Say it," you demand, voice rough. "Tell me how bad you wanted this."
"Shut up and fuck me already," I snap, but it comes out breathless, broken. You chuckle, dark and low, before dropping to your knees right there in the middle of your dorm room. The carpet is rough under my bare feet as you yank my skirt up to my waist, your breath hot against my inner thighs. "Since you asked so nicely." Then your tongue is on me, flat and broad, dragging up my slit before you suck my clit between your lips. My hands fly to your hair, gripping hard as you work me over, relentless. You’re not gentle. You’re not supposed to be. Your fingers dig into my ass, spreading me open, and when you groan against my pussy, the vibration makes my knees buckle.
"Fuck—David—" Your name is a prayer and a curse, and you answer by sliding a finger inside me, then another, scissoring them open while your tongue flicks over my clit. I’m close. So fucking close. But then you pull back, leaving me whimpering, my thighs trembling. "Not yet," you murmur, standing up and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Your cock is out, thick and flushed, precome glistening at the tip. You stroke yourself once, twice, eyes locked on mine. "You come when I say you come."
I should argue. I want to. But then you’re spinning me around, bending me over the desk, and the cool wood against my stomach is a shock before your palm cracks against my ass. "Fuck!" The sting radiates, but before I can process it, you’re rubbing the spot, then doing it again—harder this time. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching. "You like that, don’t you?" You don’t wait for an answer. Your cock presses against my entrance, and then you’re pushing in, slow and thick, stretching me open inch by inch. "Take it," you grind out, hands gripping my hips so hard I’ll bruise. "Take all of me, Reia."
And I do. I take every fucking inch, biting my lip to keep from screaming as you bottom out. You give me a second—just one—to adjust before you pull back and slam into me again. The desk creaks under us, books sliding to the floor, but neither of us cares. You fuck me like you’re trying to brand me from the inside, each thrust deeper, harder, your balls slapping against my clit with every snap of your hips. "You feel that?" you pant, one hand snaking around to rub my clit in tight, punishing circles. "You feel how wet you are? How tight? Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry."
I can’t even form words. My orgasm is building, a coil of heat in my gut, and when you reach up to twist my nipple through my shirt, I detonate. My vision whites out, my pussy clamping down around your cock as I come so hard my legs shake. You don’t stop. You can’t. Your rhythm turns erratic, your breath ragged, and then you’re groaning, burying yourself deep as you come inside me, hot and thick. "Fuck, Reia—" Your forehead drops to my shoulder, your body shuddering against mine.
We stay like that for a minute, both of us breathing hard, your cock still twitching inside me. Then you pull out slowly, and I feel your come dripping down my thighs. You turn me around, kissing me again—softer this time, but no less hungry. "Next time," you murmur against my lips, "we’re doing this in the shower. I want to watch you come with water running down that pretty cunt."
I laugh, shoving you back just enough to see your face. "Next time, I’m tying you to the bed and seeing how long you last."
Your grin is all teeth. "Deal. But I’m bringing the handcuffs."