Fallen University: Year Three

He pulled me tighter to him again, and as he did, the hand that had been massaging my breast slipped down to find my clit, teasing and rubbing the little bundle of nerves. His other hand moved over my ass again, sliding between my cheeks, and when I felt his thumb breach the tight ring of muscles, I let out a loud, needy cry.

Oh, God.

I had been craving a hard fuck, but maybe I’d been wrong. The feel of his thumb in my ass and his cock shoved as deep inside my pussy as it would go while his fingers danced over my clit was pushing me toward the edge already. The lack of friction was making my body desperate and needy, and every single fraction of movement felt fucking incredible.

I swirled my hips a little, pressing back even harder against Xero as he fucked my ass with his thumb, doing what I’d begged him to do with his cock earlier.

When my muscles were stretched out and relaxed enough, he switched to two fingers instead, and when he picked up the pace on my clit, rubbing in hot, demanding circles, I writhed in his arms as I came hard, my body con

vulsing as I clawed at the glass, my walls clenching around him so tightly that he grunted.

“Fuck, Piper. You’re gonna make me fucking come.”

I didn’t stop though. I couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t want to. Turnabout was fair play, and he’d teased the fuck out of me. He had earned this.

So I kept squeezing him, using the thick cock buried inside me to get myself off again, to keep the first orgasm rolling into a second one. And when I came for the second time, I felt him lose it right after me, his cock jerking and swelling as he lashed my insides with his cum.

He withdrew his fingers from my ass and gripped me tight, wrapping his arms around me as we both came down from the high.

“Holy fuck,” I panted. “Okay, maybe I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he joked, his voice rumbling against my back. “I was just trying to give the woman I love what she wants.”

His words melted my heart. It’d been months since he’d first told me he loved me, but it still got me every time. It was like an instantaneous aphrodisiac for me, and even though he’d just come hard inside me, I wanted more.

“Besides,” Xero murmured, his hands coming down to grip my hips again. “By my count, we’ve still got at least ten minutes left. And if we’re a little late, so the fuck what?”

“Ten minutes.” I pressed against the glass wall to look over my shoulder at him, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “There’s a whole lot we can do in ten minutes.”

“Yes. There is.”

He drew his cock out slowly, fighting the tight grip of my inner walls as I clung to him. Then, without another word, he drove back into me, the movement so hard and sharp that it pulled a guttural groan from me.

He fucked me hard and deep, pounding into me over and over again until nothing but the soft hiss of the shower, our ragged breaths, and the sound of wet skin slapping together filled the small room.

When I finally came on a scream, I had no idea if we’d been fucking for minutes or hours. My entire universe had narrowed down to the connection between our bodies, and when he came inside me again, my sated, worn out body almost collapsed.

Wrapping his arms around me to keep me from going down in a heap, he stumbled backward a few steps before sinking down onto the small tiled bench seat that ran along one wall of the shower. He settled me on his lap, my legs splayed over his larger ones and his cock still buried inside me. I looked down my body to where he impaled me and saw little rivulets of cum sliding out to be washed away by the water from the shower.

Xero’s thick, blunt fingers slid down my stomach to play with my clit again, and I watched them slide around the place where my pussy lips wrapped around his cock. We both shivered, and when his fingers moved back up, he worked lazy circles around my sensitive clit as he kissed my neck and earlobe.

“We’re definitely gonna be late now,” I muttered.

“Don’t care,” he muttered back.

I grinned, resting against him and holding onto his thick forearm, feeling the play of muscles underneath my hand as his fingers moved in a rhythmic pattern.

He made me come with his fingers one more time, still buried deep inside me, and I loved that he had found a way to give me my wish.

When we finally stood back up, my knees were shaky with spent pleasure, and energy buzzed through my veins.

“If the others are mad about us being late, I’ll just tell them I was powering you up,” he told me with a grin as we toweled off. “Besides, I heard you and Jayce and Kingston this morning. And you and Kai last night. They’ve got no room to bitch.”

I smiled dreamily at the pleasant memories, then smacked him on his firm, well-shaped ass. “It’s a miracle I ever get anywhere on time with you four around.”

He smirked at me. “Actually, you don’t.”

“All right, that’s it. Shoo! I gotta get dressed.”