A couple of the girls were quick to point out he never argued with anyone else. Yet he and I could never see eye to eye. It was like he’d do it on purpose. They reminded me he was a professor, with a significant other, which made him extra off limits. I never thought about limits because we argued ethics. Nothing more than that. There could never be anything more. In fact, I thought the girls were making fun of me, because who could expect a man like him to give me a second thought.
Then he put his mouth on my nipple. It was like drawing the fog off my senses. The wet mouth, the eager tongue, the closely cropped beard, they’re all just one filmy layer away for me. Just thinking about what he’s going to do has my body thrumming.
I watch as he moves down my body, his lips just on the other side of the sheer material Nina arranged so meticulously. The plastic mat under the chair creaks as he rolls back, his mouth going lower. If I could, I’d press my thighs together, but he’s positioned himself so he’s between my legs, leaving me at his mercy.
The warmth of his hands burns my calves. He’s moving up, over my knees, bringing the wisp of a skirt along with him, until he reaches my hips. Heat’s coming off his body in waves, scalding the air between us.
Reaching around me, he grasps the waist of my panties. There’s pressure against my tummy, for a second then a snap fills the air, followed closely by another. He did it without the least bit of effort.
His hand comes forward, two fingers sneaking between my legs. I put my hands on the desk to brace myself as my body jerks at the unexpected touch. Sensation shivers along my spine, too, ricocheting in my head.
“Mmm, Miss Rocha, I do believe you’re wet.” He hooks what little of the thong sits between my legs and pulls it out. Dragging the little triangle at the back across my swollen flesh and onto the desk beside me. All I can do is stare at the jumble of white strings.
He brings his fingers to his mouth, running them across his bottom lip, sticking his tongue out as if he’s testing his discovery. “Definitely wet.”
He sets my feet on the chair on either side of him. Then he covers my butt, spreads his fingers, and squeezes with enough pressure to move me to the edge of the desk. Having anchored my feet beside him, my knees spread as I come closer.
“Come on ,sweetheart, you know what I want.”
My heartbeat’s throbbing at my throat. I tilt my hips enough to give him a full view of the most intimate part of me. Something I’ve never shown another. Something I never expected to share with him.
“Oh, little Jasmine.” He’s focused on my pussy. “Look at this perfection.” He ducks, the brush of his course beard against my thighs the only warning I have before his breath fans across my wet folds. His lips brush my skin, and my hips buck. That only makes him hold tighter.
My breathing is shallow and rapid as his head hovers over me. The anticipation is tearing at me from the inside. Then, finally, he covers me with his mouth. A jolt goes through me, and I cry out. I swear he’s smiling against me, down there. His tongue is moving over me, discovering every secret. Secrets I didn’t understand until right now.
I can’t equate the cool, collected professor with the man whose head is nestled against me. Then he flicks against my clitoris, and I can’t think at all.
I’m aware of the bold strokes at my core, his lips, his tongue, the rasp of his beard, and the mewing sounds coming from my own throat.
Can I touch him? Am I allowed? Is it what he expects? Right now, I really don’t care. I brace myself against my left palm and bring my hand up to his head. I run my fingers through the short, soft hair behind his ear. My hips are moving of their own accord. “Chase.” I bite my lips and open my legs wider for him to continue. “Chase.” I grasp his shirt and twist my fist, pulling it toward me.
Chase moves in the chair, dislodging my foot, so I bring it up to the corner of the desk. I need him there as the wave he’s creating inside me continues to rise. But he stands, yanking the shirt off in one smooth move. I eagerly take in the muscled chest, the broad shoulders, and the messy hair as he pulls a condom from his pocket. My heart’s racing as he rips the foil open with his teeth. Then he reaches for the zipper on his slacks and pulls out the beast I hadn’t quite envisioned.
Without having the experience, I know it’s large. And I know I want it. I want to feel him moving inside me, covering me, leading me through the explosion.
I look up from there to find his intense expression. He steps forward, brushing his hard tip down my folds. Then he settles against me. I whimper, unable to stay still. I find his eyes, and I all but beg him to take the next step. I need him as much as I need the blood racing through me. With one quick thrust ,he’s inside me. The pain is quick, sharp. I stifle the cry that escapes me and bite my lower lip.
“Take my cock, Jasmine.” Then he pushes into me, filling me as he leans over my body. “Enjoy it.”
“Mmmm.” The pressure’s incredible, moving through me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
“Here’s something else you haven’t tried,” he leans down toward me. “Taste yourself.” He presses his mouth over mine, sending his tongue to share his prize.
Chase
I’m buried deep inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. She’s incredible. Truly worth every second I’ve spent to reach this point.
Pulling her to the edge of the desk, I sink in until her clit is flattened against me. I hesitated to kiss her again, wanting to savor the taste of her on my tongue. But the way she’s clinging to me, sucking on my tongue, I have no regrets. Not when I’ll have her within reach for three whole nights. I’ll be able to sample every delectable part of her tight little body.
I reach between us, pulling down the edge of her dress. Her nipple pops out, grazing my chest. Whoever thought up these outfits is a fucking genius.
Her hips are grinding against me, taking up where I left off in teasing her clit. I won’t let it go far. I’ve already decided she’s not going to come from playing with her clit. No, her first orgasm will be with me fucking her. Later, later we can circle back to what she likes or doesn’t like. And see who’ll have the last word.
She tightens her grip on me. Fuck. My breath rushes out of me, and I’d swear my vision blurs at the unexpected pleasure. Whoever built the first desk must have had this cross their mind at least once. That’s the real reason to have such a sturdy piece of furniture.
I straighten, breaking her hold on my back. My gaze wanders down her body, stopping at her breast. Without thinking twice, I reach for the strap at her shoulder, pulling it down her arm to bare her completely. Her first instinct is to cross her arms.
“No.” I bring her arms down to cradle her breasts. “Perfect.”
I pull out, sinking in almost immediately. Her lips part. It isn’t pain or discomfort she’s telegraphing. It’s pleasure. Something I’m more than ready to share with her. I set the pace, enjoying her expressions. Her body’s moving to take me. It’s an instinct we’re all born with, one she’s mastered in a matter of seconds.
Her pussy hair’s beautifully trimmed so I can see my cock disappear inside her without hindrance. Having this little firecracker open to me, sharing my pleasure is more than I ever could have expected. I lean over, pinching her nipple, feeling the reaction around my cock. No, that’ll have to wait, or this will be over too soon.