The Junior (College Years 3)

Bigger than his dick size, really.

Throwing my whole heart into it, I suck and tease. Squeeze him tightly with my fingers. Most guys handle their equipment a lot rougher than we do, and they like it when we work them hard. Caleb is no different. His breathing increases with my every head bob, I swear to God. I take him so deep, his cock nudges the back of my throat and I almost gag.

Guys love that shit on porn and I don’t get it. I’m not one to deep throat a man, but looks like I just did.

“Holy shit,” Caleb says on a gasp. I glance up to find him watching me with utter fascination. “I’m—close.”

His warning doesn’t slow me down whatsoever.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he continues.

I’m still not slowing down. I suck him harder, my tongue swirling, silently urging him to go ahead and do just that.

“Aw fuck.” He chokes the last word out, his eyes falling closed as he tilts his head back, exposing his throat. His entire body grows tense. “Jesus. I’m gonna come…”

The first spurt of semen fills my mouth and I pull his cock from between my lips, putting on a show, licking up the come that is still spilling from him. Boys like it messy. They are such visual creatures, but I can also admit my clit is throbbing and my body feels hollow.

I want him inside me. Despite my earlier fear and worry over the potential fibroid I might have, I’m suddenly not worried about it anymore. I’m dying for him to fuck me.

I want Caleb to fuck me hard. It’s been too long since I’ve been with someone, and I feel like I’ve been saving it up for him for months.

“Fuck me, G. That was fucking amazing,” he says once he’s caught his breath and is able to speak again.

I rise up to press my mouth to his and he kisses me deep and dirty, his tongue searching my mouth like he wants to lap up the taste of himself on his lips. Ooh, this man.

“Caleb,” I whisper when we break away from each other, my face still in his.

“Gracie,” he whispers back, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

“Did you remember what I told you a while ago? What I like?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “The sucking your clit and finger fucking you at the same time comment?”

“Yes,” I say, already knowing his answer.

“I sure as fuck did.” He kisses me again, and it’s sweeter. Slower. Downright romantic. “You remembered what I liked too.”

“I wasn’t on my knees though,” I point out.

“Still was pretty damn good.” He flat-out grins. “Next time I’ll have you on your knees, begging for it.”

“You are so bad,” I murmur against his mouth as I run my hands down his bare chest. I love touching him. His skin is hot and smooth. I brush my fingers against his small nipples and he nips at my bottom lip.

“You like it,” he says. “And you’re bad too.”

Our mouths meet in a kiss that turns instantly dirty. Plenty of tongues and heat and teeth.

“You like it,” I repeat back to him, sliding my body down, until I can feel his cock nudge at my butt. “And you’re hard again.”

“You rubbing your hot body against mine isn’t helping things,” he says, as if he doesn’t like what I’m doing.

“Please.” I roll my eyes and he laughs, the sound soft and light. “We need condoms.”

“I don’t have any with me,” he admits sheepishly.

“I have some in the bathroom.”

He pulls away slightly so we can look into each other’s eyes. “Aren’t you on the pill though?”