It was a couple of blocks before I realized how far above the speed limit I was, and dialed it back a bit. Holy fucking shit. My whole body was shaking with the aftermath of that rush of adrenaline.
How long had it been since I'd been in a fight where I had half an inkling that I could get seriously hurt? When there was any actual danger? Not since the day I met Ross, maybe? Holy fucking shit.
Five guys. Guns. I fucked them all up without throwing a single punch. I howled in triumph and slammed my palm against the roof of my car. What a fucking rush! Fuck with me and that's what you got!
I was drunk on the victory, but I didn't care. I couldn't help but think about all my street fights, all those amateur and pro fights as I was coming up through the ranks.
The victories had come from lots of submissions, and the odd knock-out, but one thing always remained the same. After the fighting, came the fucking. There was nothing like capping off this feeling with burying my cock into a tight pussy and, lucky me, I knew who had the hottest damn pussy in this city.
I needed to fuck. Right now.
Skylar
Getting any work done was pretty much impossible now. I'd brought a bunch of lecture notes and textbooks to this tutorial room. I knew it was empty for the hour before my Wednesday tutorial, and much quieter than the library.
Within a few minutes of arriving, all that went out the window when Austin called asking me where I was. He sounded halfway between crazed and thrilled with something, but didn't give me a chance to find out what.
When he asked if I was alone, my confusion only grew.
"Yeah," I said slowly. "Is everything OK?"
"Good. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm on my way."
"What?"
"See you soon, bye."
The sound of a motor in the background told me he was in a car and pushing it hard, but then the line went dead. I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked at it with a raised eyebrow.
Austin had never visited me on campus before. He usually didn't have enough spare time in the middle of the day to make it here and back in between training sessions. Maybe now, with the fight so close, he was lowering the intensity or frequency of the workouts. Now that I thought about it, he had mentioned something about that.
The phone call was so rushed that I had no idea when he was actually going to arrive. Thankfully, after ten minutes of trying and failing to recapture my train of thought, my question was answered by another call.
"Hello?"
"I'm looking at a campus directory map thing. Where are you? What building?" he asked.
"The Mendel Building. Room three three one, on the third floor. What's going on?"
"Mindle Building?"
"Mendel. MEN-DEL."
I heard him muttering "Mendel" over and over again for a few seconds.
"Gotcha. Three three one. Third floor."
"What is going on, Austin?"
"You still alone?"
"Yeah."
"Get your panties off."
The line went dead again and I looked at my phone even more incredulously than last time. Here? Really?
When I signed that contract in Robbie Johnson's office, I never could have dreamed of the kind of things that would change for me. It would have taken a pretty optimistic girl to see husband material in Austin, but it had happened.
One thing that hadn't changed was that all he had to do was take off his shirt or say something like that to put me in heat. I loved him, I admired him … and I wanted him. So much.
But here? What if the grad student running the tutorial came early to set something up? What if one of my classmates had the same idea I did?
On the other hand … I remembered the sex-fest from the day I moved into his house. Fifteen orgasms in one day was a pretty persuasive memory.
I looked around the room conspiratorially, then reached under the desk and up my skirt. With a little shuffle and a few tugs on each side, my panties slipped down around my ankles. I quickly gathered them and put them into my bag.
The hall outside the room was relatively deserted. It typically got pretty busy between lecture blocks, and then died down quickly.
I could hear footsteps out there, and my heart started pounding every time I heard them approach the door, only to be disappointed every time they walked on past. Anticipation tingled in my fingers and toes, and I wiggled them unconsciously in response.
The cool air wafted against my sex, and I blushed when the thought of staying like this during my tutorial crossed my mind. The desks were arranged in a U-shape facing the front of the room, so the people opposite might see me. Oh my gosh, I felt naughty already.
There. I heard a set of footsteps that could certainly have been described as purposeful, if ever any footsteps could. They alternatively rushed and paused, presumably looking at room numbers, getting louder as they approached.
An impish smile raised the corners of my mouth when the door opened and Austin's head peeked in. He spotted me and his eyes narrowed with raw sexual hunger. He entered the room, locked the door and pulled a blind down over the window in the door.
I came to my feet as Austin circled around the desks. I didn't have time to push my chair back in before he swatted it to the side. He grasped my head with both hands, fingers buried in my hair, and pulled me into a deep kiss.
Straining up on the tips of my toes, his momentum pushed me backwards until my back hit the wall with a thump that temporarily separated our lips and forced a little ‘oof' of air out of me. Any breathing space was short-lived though, as Austin's mouth found mine again and locked me into another passionate kiss.
Austin bent at the knee and pushed one between mine, spreading my legs a little as he pressed against the full length of my body. My breasts were squashed against him and one another under the pressure, tantalizing my nipples against the inside of my bra and creating deep cleavage. My husband pulled his head back to admire it for a second.
"Let's see how well you followed instructions," he said.
One hand curled around my back, holding me in place while the other ran down my neck, over my breast, and down my body before reaching up my skirt. I spread my legs a few inches further and looked up at him without breaking eye-contact.
"I'm a good wife," I said.
His hand found my pussy and I sighed with contentment as one finger stroked my labia. It was intoxicating how such a big powerful man could be so light and precise with his movements, especially when all that skill was focused between my legs.
"That you are, Sky, and the sexiest little thing in this fucked up world. You've got something that I want, and you're going to give it to me, aren't you?"
His finger delicately stroked my clit and I yelped at the jolt of pleasure. As always, his very presence was like a drug for me.
"All yours," I whispered.
"Fuck yeah."
Austin pulled away, bringing me back to the desk by his grip on my neck. I hurried to keep up, his every movement speaking of an urgent need that only I could satisfy.
He bent me over the desk. "Hold on tight," he said.
I did as I was told and curled my fingers around the opposite edge of the desk as he knelt behind me. His hands ran up the inside of my legs and I heard him ‘Mmmmm' in appreciation with enough emphasis to make the smile on my face even bigger.
"For. Fucking. Ever," he said under his breath.
As I looked over my shoulder, I saw my skirt flipped up over my lower back, and I could just see the top of Austin's hair from my vantage point. He shook his head and sighed.
"Fucking perfect pussy."
I wiggled my ass a little in response and Austin leaned forward, kissing and licking my inner thigh right where it met my body next to my pussy. His rough stubble teased me on either side of my labia, as his lips and tongue made unspoken promises of pleasure.
He worked his way down my legs as far as the back of my knees before coming back up again and never quite getting to my eager sex, and after a few minutes of this delicious torture, I was being driven slowly insane. The heavyweight champion of my pussy paused to survey his handiwork, seeing the sopping wet mess he'd made, and finally decided to take pity on me.
He swirled his tongue around my clit for a moment, before lapping upwards along the length of my slit. Delving as deep as he could past my tight teen entrance, he explored that special place where he was the only man to have ever gone.
Despite his barely restrained lust, which I could feel as a quivering in his lips, he paid close attention to every last fold and curve of my sex, almost worshipping it with his licking, sucking and kissing. Every time his tongue strayed to my clit, it built up a fiery ball of pleasure in my belly, and I knew exactly what I was in for.
Smack!
I squealed and threw my head back as Austin spanked me, no doubt leaving a clear red hand-print on my ass like he was branding me as his own. As if there was any doubt of that.