Home For The Holidays
He’s an alpha nerd. I had my suspicions after dealing with him this past week, but now the assumption has been solidified. “Who let you out in the wild without a warning?”
“What?” My voice seemed to have jarred him out of his reverie, and he looked down at me at sea. “You’re awake; how do you feel?” There’s something different in his voice. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s there all the same, like a new softness, a gentleness that I hadn’t noticed before.
And the way he was looking at me now with that light in his eyes that made my heart feel…full. “I feel fine.” I raised my hand and cupped his cheek tenderly for no other reason than I felt compelled to at the moment. When he turned his head and kissed my palm, I felt something inside of me squeeze and then unfurl, and without giving it a thought, I pulled his head down to mine and crushed my chest against his.
As soon as our lips met, I shifted in his arms until I was straddling him. I might be new to this, and the soreness between my thighs was screaming that this was not a good idea. But that place deep inside me wanted him needed to be filled again. “Samantha, we shouldn’t; you’ll hurt yourself.” He uttered the words against my lips as I was busy teasing his with my tongue, but there was no real force behind them as if I held all the power.
His arms tightened around me as I reached down between us and found his cock, and as if I’d been doing this all my life, I found my opening with the head of his cock and sank down on it. We both released our held breaths as I took more and more of him up inside me. Our eyes met and what I saw there made me want to consume him. “Kiss me!” I felt such power when he lowered his head to mine to do my bidding.
Samantha
“You won’t be needing those; you’re staying here tonight.” We’d just left the bath, and I was dreading putting on the clothes he’d taken off me, but there was no other option available. His words came as I picked them up from beside the bed where he’d thrown them earlier.
“I have an early class in the morning.”
“I know that it still changes nothing. Here’s one of my old shirts for you to sleep in; we’ll eat in here. I’ll go see what’s going on with dinner.” Huh? I caught the shirt he threw at me, looking at it like it was a foreign object. What the heck has gotten into him anyway? Ever since we left the bathroom, he’s been giving out orders like a general with his troupes. Not only that, but he’s been acting as if I’m the walking wounded.
Granted, that monster schlong of his did some damage, but nothing that won’t heal itself in a day or two. I’m sure he’s right that I should’ve waited for round two, but I think some part of me just needed to tame that beast after he knocked me out, just to put us back on even footing, but the truth is I’m still nowhere near there yet since he won that round too.
I need to get back to the safety of my dorm room so I can think; I can’t do that with his hotness right beside me. I’ve had a heck of a time dealing with him all week and doing my best not to let on just how much he was getting to me, but I’m not sure how well that’s going to go over after tonight. Especially now that I think I’m addicted to that thing, he calls a penis.
I felt a shiver run down my spine just thinking about it. The length and width that fills me the way I never imagined anything could, and that sweet burn. In some odd way, the pain I feel from him stretching me is almost as good as the pleasure. I dropped down on the side of the bed when my knees gave out. Oh yeah, he let the cat out of the bag, alright.
Even now though I ache, I want to feel him inside me again. It’s the strangest thing, but I feel almost as if I’ll never be able to live without that sensation again, like a drug. Maybe this is how everyone feels after their first time, but somehow I don’t think so. I don’t know the first thing about it since no one has ever shared such a thing with me, but from the few snippets I’ve heard here and there, it’s supposed to be a bloody mess that’s not all it’s cracked up to be.