Page 15 of The Night We Met

Liam crowds my space causing me to back up and reston a desk. His arms cage my hips. His lips trail a path over my exposed collarbones. Tongue peeking out and fluttering up and towards my pulse point. My breathing stutters and my head falls back, exposing my neck to him.

“I can be sweet.” Liam starts by kissing up my neck and to my jaw. “But we both know you love the dirty talk.”

I feel my nipples harden. “Are you gonna be all talk? Or are you gonna make me come?”

My hands go for the waistband of his shorts, the mesh doing nothing to conceal his growing erection. My hands push his shorts down just enough to free his cock.

Flipping our positions. I wait for him to sit on the desk. Running my hands up and down his thighs.

“See, while you’re a talker, I’m a do-er.”

Taking his mouth in a bruising kiss that leaves him speechless, I trail down his body. I pump him a few times and swirl my thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum. Bending down, I kiss his tip before sucking him into my mouth.

“Jesus, Kam.” Liam exclaims. He grabs my hair into one fist and I look up to see his gaze half-mast with his lip between his teeth.

I take him to the back of my throat and contract my throat around his cock. Liam’s muffled curse spurs me on. I pull up to where his mushroom tip is all that’s in my mouth. One thing I’ve quickly learned about Liam is that he loves suction on the tip of his cock.

I continue to lick and pump his cock in my fist. Watching as a bead of cum falls from the tip. I continue to pump his cock as I lean forward again and take him in my mouth. I pump him faster as I suck him harder. He tenses for a second before he spills down my throat with a groan.

I work with him through his release. Not letting a dropspill from my lips. Releasing him with a pop, I stand up and slip my underwear off under my dress.

“Condom. Backpack. Wallet.” Liam says.

I arch an eyebrow at his lack of a complete sentence. Kneeling, I pick up his backpack and pull a condom from his wallet, slide it on and straddle him on the desk. Liam’s hand goes to the nap of my neck and pulls me in for a bruising kiss. Our tongues dance together as I roll my hips over his erection.

Liam breaks the kiss and I see him holding onto his last shred of control. Sitting up, I tease his semi-hard cock through my pussy. Teasing my clit that has my breath stuttering.

Lining him up at my entrance, I slowly sink down. Letting his cock fill me to the brim.

“Your cock feels incredible.” My hands go to his chest as I use him to bounce up and down on his cock, setting a rhythm that has my toes curling.

“Fuck.” Liam says. And then he grabs my hips and takes over. Bouncing me on his dick with more force. His hips lifting off the desk and hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoes off the blank walls. “Reach down and touch your clit for me baby. I need you to come.”

I reach down between us. Rubbing my clit with my two middle fingers. Before I know it everything tightens and I moan Liam’s name. He moves his lips to mine and groans out as I feel him come.

My hips slow down their movement. But our lips don’t stop. I like kissing Liam a lot.

Eventually he breaks the kiss and pushes a loose piece of hair that fell from my bun behind my ear. “This was a nice break. Wasn’t it?”

“I will never complain about an afternoon delight again.”

That gets a chuckle out of him. He moves to sit up, letting his cock slip free. I’m not sure why this weirdness around Liam sprung. Is it because we had sex in a classroom where anyone, including his teammates, could have caught us? Or is it that the physical connection is blurring with my emotional feelings for Liam.

I glance at him out of the corner of my eyes. He’s picked his shirt up off the floor and flips it right-side-out.

He looks unaffected. Like this is just sex to him.

Do I keep this arrangement going? Or do I stop this for fear of becoming more attached than I should?

Friday

Liam’s hand covers my mouth as he pounds into me from behind. He surprised me in the library again and said it was always a fantasy of his to have sex there. Who am I to say no? It’s been a dream of mine too.

We’re hidden in the science fiction section in the dark part of the library. For the time I’ve been coming here to study, this space has been unoccupied. We’re just hidden away, but not too hidden that anyone that happens to come back here will know what we’re doing.

His hand sneaks to the front of my body. I think he’s about to play with my nipples but he veers south and plays with my clit. My head falls back on his shoulder as my knees buckle.

“That’s it Kam. Milk my cock.”

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