Page 30 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

“Take off your leggings,” he orders with a deep, demanding voice that makes me hotter. I know we could get caught but I am not thinking straight. All I am thinking is how good he made me feel yesterday and how I want that feeling back.

I do as he says but keep my panties on.

“Sit back on the desk,” he instructs.

I hop back on the desk, and he spreads my legs and drops to his knees. “Mack, what are you. . .” He pushes my panties to the side and he buries his head between my thighs. I grip the sides of the desk for support as he begins to lick me. I’ve never felt anything so good before. The heat of his tongue against my most sensitive parts is exquisite. I don’t even know what is happening,but this feeling is pure ecstasy. My breaths pick up fast and I moan.

“What is happening, Mack? It feels too good.” My eyes flutter shut.

“Just go with it,” he advises. He’s been such a good teacher thus far, so I lie back and enjoy the ride.

I grip his hair as his tongue flicks my clit and my hips move at a frantic rhythm. I have lost all coherence and all I can do is chase this exquisite feeling. It builds and builds and then it feels like I’ve reached a beautiful crescendo, a surge of intensity that I ride and ride.

“Hush,” he warns. “If you scream too loud, they’ll hear you on another floor.”

“It’s too much, Mack, I can’t take it. . .” He inserts a finger inside me and rubs his tongue up and down from clit to my seam. My eyes roll back and all I can do is hold the walls of the desk as he completely shatters me. I am not as quiet as I should be, but I don’t seem to care. I ride the ecstasy as his wicked tongue drives me over and over the edge. This orgasm is more drawn out than yesterday, it leaves me a wanton mess. Macklin stands and holds me in his arms as I process what just happened.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding worried.

“I’m more than okay. What was that?” I ask, feeling dumbfounded.

“That was me eating your sweet pussy,” he replies.

“I don’t even know what to say, I think that just killed all my brain cells.” I laugh.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. He cups my face in his hands and then he is kissing me. I taste myself on him and there is something erotic and intimate about what is happening. His cock presses into me and all I think about is having himinside me, but I know Macklin and he isn’t taking my virginity in a library.

“Now it’s your turn,” I tell him.

“Rubes, you don’t have to,” he insists, shaking his head.

“Mack, that’s all I could think about last night. I want to suck your cock so badly. I need it, Mack.”

“Holy crap, I think I just leaked a bit.” He grins, looking heated.

“Sit on the desk for me,” I tell him. He does as I say, and I slip my leggings back on. His jeans are already open, and he lowers them along with his boxers. His cock is perfect, smooth and thick. I grip him in my hands, enjoying the velvety texture of his skin. He is so hard and so big; I don’t know how I will suck all of him in my mouth. I drop to my knees and wrap my mouth around him. I lick the tip of his cock and make my way down, swirling my tongue around his length and suctioning a little as my head lifts. I start a bobbing motion and his fingers thread through my hair.

“That feels so. . . Agh,” he moans.

Something about making Macklin lose himself to ecstasy makes me feel powerful. He is always in control. Always calculated and in this moment, he seems to have lost control and it’s because of me. I pump the part of his cock I can’t get into my mouth.

“Cup my balls,” he directs.

I do as he says, and he makes the sexiest, deepest sounds that just spur me on. I bob my head faster, increasing the suction on the way up.

“Periwinkle, I’m going to come. Damn, your mouth is downright sinful,” he warns. His eyes are fluttering, and his abs are tightening.

“I need you to come in my mouth. I have to taste you,” I tell him because it feels like there is no other choice. I need it as much as he does.

He lets go and he comes in my mouth, his body stiffening as a grunt leaves him and he moans, followed by a, “Fuck yes.”

When he is done, he pulls me up off my knees and pulls me into him. We just hold each other for a few minutes as his breathing regulates.

I lean back and look at him. “I like the library.” I grin.

“The library is a really fascinating place,” he agrees. “I need to be spending more time in the classical Sanskrit section.”

We both laugh.

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