Prom King

He's fucking me with his tongue now, licking deep, trying to reach the G-spot, and oh my god he's almost there. So close. But not quite. He moves his hand so that his thumb is lazily circling my clit and my muscles start to shake. I'm on the edge of another orgasm, but not quite there. Not quite. I'm instead caught in that place of pleasure that's deep and just on the edge. I'm drowning in it, pulsing close to the edge and being pulled back again and again.

Adam sucks at my entrance before pulling back. His voice is rough, and I feel it on my skin. "I like the way you taste."

Covering my clit with his mouth again, I want to say something, but nothing comes out but another moan. This one louder. I can't even think about how I'm embarrassing myself because it feels so damn good.

He slips a finger inside me, and then two, and then three. I'm so wet that he slips in without a problem and suddenly I'm so, so full. He curves his fingers, and shit there it is. He strokes across my G-spot and I cry out because it's there, I'm close to falling off a cliff and into an ocean of pleasure that I'm not sure I'll resurface from.

One more stroke, and I fall. I might be gasping, might be screaming, I'm not sure. The orgasm is pure light, it sears through my body and crackles through my nerves and I'm shaking and god yes this is exactly what I want.

Adam is still there, stroking me with his tongue and his fingers and it feels like the pleasure just keeps going. I can't see or breathe or hear, it's just pleasure. He slows down, but my body still has spasms, little mini-orgasms. I didn't know I could come this much. I don't remember a time where I've done it this hard or this close together.

I'm panting on the bed, and I look down to see Adam smiling at me. "Holy shit," I say. "You are very good at that."

"I'm glad you think so."

He shrugs out of his tuxedo jacket and I can't believe he's still in his suit after all this. "I should have made you take your jacket off."

"It's off now."

And other things are coming off too. He takes of his shirt one button at a time and I get to see that perfect chest and stomach appear. It doesn't disappoint. He's lean, and I'm amazed that he has a body like this while he's a resident. But I'm glad that he does. I follow the lines of him from his chest across a set of perfect abs and lower to the waist of his pants where he has those lines that dip beneath and I want to lick them.

He drops his shirt to the floor and kicks off his shoes. "I feel like there should be some music," he says, teasing. "Since I'm stripping for you."

"Next time," I say, "because I want you naked now."

"Yes, Ma'am."

His pants fall to the floor, and through his boxer briefs I can already see how hard he is, and how big. His cock is straining against the fabric, and I want it. He's about to take them off, but I stop him, moving to the edge of the bed and pulling him closer by the hips. "Wait."

God, he's big. I run my fingers across him through the fabric and I see all his muscles tighten. I stroke him again, and look up to see the way his eyes are focused on me, so dark, so filled with want.

I hook my fingers on the sides of his underwear and pull them down, letting his cock spring free. It stands proudly straight out from his body, and I have to reach out and touch it. He's so hard, and when my fingers stroke his skin he closes his eyes.

He savored me, and now I want to savor him. I lean forward, but he stops me an inch before my lips touch him. "I want that," he says. “Believe me, I want that. But if you touch me with those lips I'm going to come, and I want to be inside you when I do."

I smirk at him, suddenly very much liking the idea that I've turned him on so much that he doesn't think he'll last. I lean back on the bed and arch my back, showing off my breasts. "How do you want me?"

11

Adam

I don't think the words she's saying register for a second. The sight of her draped across the bed, confident as queen has me frozen in place. I can't respond.

Then she asks again, "Tell me what you want."

What I want is to be inside her as quickly as possible. I fumble for my wallet in my pants on the floor and grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on. "I want you," I say, joining her on the bed.

I love the feel of her underneath me, finally skin on skin. I kiss her until she closes her eyes, and stroke down her side. I don't think I'll get enough of just touching her. She's soft and firm and so fucking gorgeous I can't keep my head on straight. I've been on the edge of coming this whole time, and I don't know how long I can last. I know that I would have lost is the second I felt her tongue on my cock.

Jesus, just thinking about her tongue on my cock...

I reach between us, fitting myself against her entrance, and I watch her eyes fly open to meet mine while I push in slowly. She moans, and it's the sexiest fucking sound. Her pussy is tight, squeezing me as I push in and in and I think I'm in heaven. I could stay here and be happy.

The fact that she's so tight even though she's come three times, shit. I'm all the way in, and it's a tight fit. She squeezes down on me and I think that I might black out. "You feel so fucking good."

I try to stay still, because I'm big and I don't want to hurt her, but all I want to do is to fuck her until she's screaming and senseless.

Ollie pulls my face to hers and kisses me. I hope she can taste herself on my tongue and know how much I enjoyed it. I start to move, because I can't hold myself back anymore. I pull back and sink in, and it's sweet delicious friction. Shit.

I have to hold my breath and tense all my muscles, but I keep the rhythm steady. Speed up a little and stay there. Not too fast.

"Adam," Ollie says, and I look down at her. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I love that look. "Take me."

My heart stops in my chest. "What?"

One of her hands grips my side, and I can feel her nails there urging me on. The other pulls my face down to hers. "Take me. You're holding back."

I don't need her to say it again. I reach down, tilting her hips up into mine, and pull back. I drive into her in one stroke, and I don't stop. Fuck. I plunge into her again and again and again and it feels so good and in a part of my mind I can't believe that this is Ollie, that I'm finally fulfilling every fantasy I've had for the last ten years. I want to take her hard and fast and I want to make it last as long as humanly possible.

She's grabbing the sheets, holding on while I fuck her, and her tits are bouncing with every thrust. God, I want to fuck them. I want to fuck them and make her come from just fucking her tits.

I'm close to coming, and I want to be even closer to her. Pulling out, I grab her hips and turn her over. She's right there with me, and I slip back in, folding myself over her, so that every part of us is touching. God, her ass pressed up into my hips feels so good, and the way she's taking me without missing a beat—I'm going to come.

But not without her.

I reach between us, and search for her clit with my fingers. She's so wet and my fingers slip and slide around it, but I hear her gasping, and I feel the tension in her body. I close my eyes, thrusting harder, faster, circling with my fingers until I she's begging. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." It's a chant or a prayer and it matches the rhythm of my fucking.

"Adam!" Ollie screams my name, and I feel the gush of wetness on my hand as she comes, and I can't

hold back. I thrust deep, reaching a speed I didn't think I could, and there—

My vision disappears and lightning flashes up my spine and outward. Bursts of heat and pleasure ripple through my body, and I call Ollie's name.

I empty myself into the condom, every pull of my orgasm is deep and sharp and it takes every last bit of me.

I come back to myself, panting, holding Ollie against me, still buried inside her. My lips are at her neck, and I can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. I don't pull out of her, not yet. I just lower us to the bed, keeping her close. Her pussy squeezes down on me, an after-effect of her own orgasm, and I groan.

I've never come like that. Ever.

What the hell just happened?

"Adam," she says, and her voice is raw from her screams and moans. She doesn't say anything else. But I know. I wrap my arm around her, and I like that I can touch so much of her at once. Our legs are tangled, my chest pressed against her back, my arm spreading across her hip and breasts to her shoulder. I kiss her neck, breathing in the lingering scent of her perfume with the new smell of sex, and I can feel myself twitch. Like my cock is thinking it might want another go. I slowly slip out of her, and I feel the loss. I want to be back inside that soft heat. It's perfect.

"Where's your bathroom?" I ask softly.

"The door before the kitchen."

I quickly make my way there and get rid of the condom and clean myself off before going back to the bedroom. While I was gone, Ollie got under the covers, and I slip under them with her. We're face to face now, but I still want her closer. I put an arm behind her so that we're touching all the way down our bodies, breathing each other's air.

"Hi," she says, a cute smile on her face.

"Hi."

"That was...that was very good. Thank you."

I chuckle. "You’re welcome, but I think I'm the one that needs to say it. It was..."

"Yeah me too." She sighs, "I owe Lorraine a very big present."

"Maybe I'll send her flowers," I say.

"She'd really like that," Ollie says sleepily, snuggling down into me. It makes my cock jump and stiffen and she laughs.