“Mm,” I mutter as I lean forward against him, relishing the skin-to-skin contact. Suddenly I feel him lift me up and turn me around, depositing me with my back on the bed. He reaches down to hold the condom on as he pulls out of me, grabbing a tissue from his side table and finally kicking his pants and underwear all the way off.
He slides back next to me on the bed as I glance around his room. It's neat in here, as I'd expect, except for floor-to-ceiling shelves next to his metal desk that are overflowing with textbooks.
“Had to have them put in,” he says, seeing me looking at them. “But I'll give you the tour later.” I feel his hand slide over my hips, pulling me toward him. That hand slowly inches down as his tongue slides against mine, now working slowly, his urgency gone. He groans as he feels the wetness between my legs and slides one finger inside me. His thumb just grazes my clit and I gasp, pressing back against him. “Do I still get to order you around in bed?”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, closing my eyes as he begins to circle his thumb.
“Good,” he murmurs, and his fingers pull away, but are immediately replaced by his mouth. I moan as he takes a long lick of me, pulling my legs apart and repositioning his body between them. He holds my knees out wide, opening me to him completely. His tongue moves down to my opening, darting in and out of me—such a different sensation than his fingers or his cock. As he moves up again to my clit, flicking his tongue mercilessly back and forth across it, I feel another orgasm begin to pool deep in my belly.
“Wait, wait, come here,” I say, touching his hand on my knee. “I want to taste you, too.” He looks up at me with a grin, and sits up. I press my legs together and he works his way up my body on his knees. I pin my arms to my sides as he comes up and kneels on either side of my shoulders. I pick up my head and he takes his hard cock in his hand, placing it between my lips. I can taste the latex of the condom we just used, mixed with both of our own scents.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he growls as he slowly presses his hips forward until his cock hits the back of my throat. He begins to move a little faster, but he's careful not to overwhelm me, knowing that I'm completely helpless under him. I keep my eyes on his face as sweat begins to break out on his brow and his neck muscles tense. With a groan, he pulls out of my mouth. “Turn over,” he orders me as he swings one leg over me so that I can follow his command.
I obey, feeling my breasts squish against the plain blue comforter. I hear the rip of another condom and a moment later he lies down on top of me, sweeping my hair off the back of my neck as he does so. I feel his breath on my ear as his cock pushes inside me. I'm so wet and he drives deep inside—maybe it's the position, but I don't know if I've ever felt him so deep before. He pulls out and moves back in slowly, eliciting a long cry from me. I feel tears spring to my eyes at the intensity of the sensation.
“Squeeze your legs together,” he whispers. I inch them together, feeling my muscles clench even more tightly around his dick. His legs are on either side of me now, and I can feel that he has more traction as he thrusts in harder now. His tongue finds my ear and my body begins to shake as his tongue flicks inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though it's coming from someone else, though I also feel completely at one with my body and his. “Yes, yes, fuck,” he grunts on top of me. “Come with me, come with me!”
I have no choice but to obey again, unraveling beneath him as he releases himself inside me. After a few final strokes, I feel him let go of his weight, relaxing on top of me. His nose nuzzles into the side of my cheek, his lips just finding the edge of my mouth to give me a kiss.
“You know what the best part is?” he whispers.
“Mm?” I murmur back, my tired brain unable to follow his train of thought.
“You can stay the night.”