Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

He licks and sucks, bites and nibbles as he works his way upward, and I arch my back on a long moan when his tongue finally finds my clit.

“Fuck yes, baby. Moan for me,” he murmurs, burying his face deeper between my legs and devouring my pussy like he might never get another chance.

I want to tell him that’s not true. That he can do this any damn time he likes. That I want him to live between my legs, to never leave, to never stop doing the amazing things he’s doing.

But I can’t say any of that.

I can’t even fucking speak.

Noises that don’t resemble any kind of human speech fall from my lips as I toss my head back and forth, chasing the sensations at the same time I try to brace myself for them.

I’m about to come.

I can feel the orgasm gathering deep in my core, a monster about to be unleashed. It will tear me apart and put me back together again, and Reese will devour me the entire time, lapping up my cream.

He should.

It’s for him.

“God, yes, Ems. Come. Come for me.”

His command is muffled, almost unintelligible. But it doesn’t matter. I do what he says anyway, riding his face as waves of sensation spread through my body, filling me up all the way to the tips of my fingers.

I’m barely finished, tremors still wracking my body, when he surges to his feet.

Fuck. I thought he was hard before, but now his dick is so thick and hard it must be painful, the broad length a darker shade than the rest of his skin. He scoops up my legs under the knees, lifting my ass off the bed and positioning me right where he wants me.

And then he plunges inside.

My walls are so slick that there’s no pain as he drives in to the hilt, but my orgasm has made me tighter, and I clench hard around him at the sudden intrusion. His nostrils flare, and he lifts my legs even higher, spreading my knees wide as he begins to thrust into me.

Our fuck in the car was slow and deep. This?

This is hard and fast and desperate, as if he pushed himself beyond what his self-restraint could take and now he can’t hold himself back at all.

“Fuck, Reese! Yes! God, yes…”

My eyes are rolling back in my head, the sensations rolling over me like a tidal wave.

“Up here, Ems.” His voice is broken up by harsh breaths as he continues to pound into me. “Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

I blink, struggling to keep my drooping eyelids open as I gaze up at his face, taking in every detail of his features. His face is tight, his jaw clenched as he holds my legs up, pistoning his hips as he drives deeper and deeper inside me. He looks masculine and strong, and I feel small and wanton as he grips my legs tightly, keeping my body right where he wants it.

I’m splayed out, only my upper body still resting on the bed. My breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, and when I reach up to massage the aching flesh, tweaking and rolling my nipples, Reese makes a noise in his throat.

His chiseled abs contract tightly as he bends his knees a little, giving him a better angle—and he hits a place inside me that makes my toes curl and my mouth drop open in a scream.

“Reese! I’m gonna… oh, fuck, I’m gonna…”

Before I can get the words out, it happens. A second orgasm tears through me, stealing my breath, stealing my sanity.

Reese shifts his grip on me, holding me under the ass as he slows his pace, drawing out each deep thrust. My legs wrap around his waist, and I swear I can feel him everywhere as his cock thickens and swells inside me.

Then he stops entirely, burying himself as deep as he can go and grinding his hips against mine as he comes hard. I can feel his body shaking, his muscles tensing with every wave of his release.

I’m breathless, covered in a sheen of sweat, and limp as a noodle. Reese is panting just as hard as I am, and when he looks down at me with a charming, roguish grin, my heart flutters in my chest.

For a moment, we exist in this happy, sated little bubble. Then a quiet noise from outside the room catches my ear, and my gaze shifts to the door.