Out in the Offense (Out in College 3)

I licked my lips and slowly pushed his shorts down. His dick instantly sprang from the confines and damn, the show just got better and better. Rory was as gorgeous as I remembered. Perfect even. I reached for him automatically and curled my fingers around his thick cock. I brushed my thumb across the wide mushroom head, smearing precum liberally before leaning in to taste him.

“Fuck,” he groaned somewhere above me.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I licked the head a couple of times and then traced the prominent vein of his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Up and down, up and down. Then I swallowed him whole. I gagged once or twice before finding my rhythm. Once I did, there was no stopping me. The feel of his hands in my hair and the lusty grunting noise he made while he pumped his hips drove me wild. I fondled his balls with my right hand and rubbed my fingers along the sensitive skin underneath as I stroked myself like mad with my left. When I twisted my wrist and changed my angle, Rory pushed at my forehead.

“Stop.”

I held on to the side of the mattress and lost my balance when I tried to stand. He grabbed my elbow to steady me and kissed me hard. Then he pulled back the duvet and told me to sit. I obeyed, shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs and kicking my shoes off while I kept an eye on Rory undressing in front of me. I gripped myself firmly and waited for him to take his socks off and join me, chuckling when he tossed the second one over his shoulder with a flourish. He opened the nightstand drawer, grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom and set them next to me, and motioned for me to scoot back to the middle of the mattress.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“Anyway I can have you,” he quipped, pouring lube into his palm. “That’s it. Keep jacking yourself and spread your legs. Wider. Let me look at you. Fuck, that’s hot.”

I wasn’t sure what he was seeing, but my view was spectacular. I never imagined my night would end up here with my naked tutor looming above me, barking porny commands while he massaged the sensitive skin around my hole. He caressed the inside of my thigh sweetly, then bent over to suck my cock as he pressed his finger inside me.

“Oh. Fuck,” I groaned loudly.

I arched instinctively to meet his mouth, but when he hooked the single digit and added another, I wanted that too. Rory alternately stroked and licked. I loved the feel of his warm skin and talented fingers. And I loved knowing he was as strung out as I was.

He released my cock and pulled his fingers away before reaching for the condom. Then he rolled it on quickly, and added lube before moving forward and lifting my legs over his shoulders. He held my gaze as he lined himself up with my entrance, pausing to kiss me softly.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded and willed myself to relax as he slowly made his way inside me. He stopped a few times to give me a chance to adjust to his girth. He was fucking huge. And though I was more than eager, I was definitely out of practice at being on the receiving end. It hurt. A lot. My muscles tensed and my breathing was short and erratic. Very unsexy. But just when I thought I’d have to tell him this wasn’t working, Rory brushed my hair from my damp forehead and kissed my brow, then spoke in a low, soothing voice. He didn’t say much, but his gentle chant of “It’s okay, I’ve got you” helped chase my nerves and the last of tendrils of pain away, replacing them with waves of intense pleasure.

I blinked up at him in wonder and threw my arms around his neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.” He trembled slightly as if to keep himself from moving too fast.

“Do it. I’m ready. Fuck me.”

Rory growled in response, then captured my mouth as he surged forward. He didn’t go too hard or too fast. He simply made every stroke count. Every push and pull of his hips hit the right spot. I lowered my legs, wrapping them around his waist when he picked up speed. But I never stopped kissing him. Our tongues twisted as we met each other thrust for thrust…licking, sucking, and nibbling while we fucked in a growing frenzy. We broke to gasp for air and then did it all over again.

The bed creaked in time with our carnal groans and the sound of our sweat-slicked skin gliding. The rhythmic slap of his balls against my ass was erotic as hell. A tingle of awareness skittered along my spine a moment later. And when he grabbed one of my wrists to hold me still while he slipped his free hand between us and stroked my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last.