by Mia Watts
She panted softly, imagining Derek’s hands on her body. She knew what it felt like now. Knew that he liked pinching her nipples as hard as she could bear, that he liked tasting her liquid arousal from the source, liked when she took his balls in her mouth and tongued his slit, liked nipping the backs of her knees.
Her panties dampened and she wondered why the hell she’d left him in her bed. She should be there now, tracing the underside of his thickly corded cock with her tongue and nibbling the rim around its head.
Unbidden, her hands dragged up her body to cup her breasts. Through the thin silk shirt, she tugged her nipples as he had, imagining it was he who clasped the buds and pinched. Her thighs quivered. Snaking one hand down, she slipped her fingers inside her slacks, easing past the top of her slit.
She was weak for him. Incapable of thinking beyond him. “Derek,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
Her practiced fingers circled, dipped for moisture, and circled again with more pressure.
“Take it off,” he said. “Strip right here, in this hallway.”
She gasped. “Derek?”
He smiled wickedly. “You did call for me.”
“I left you at home.”
“And I followed. God, what an erotic sight you make fucking yourself with my name on your lips.” He stepped up so she couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes. Already his cock strained to claim her. “I said strip.”
Her lips parted as though to utter a refusal, but she drew out her damp fingers and unbuttoned her blouse. She let if fall to the ground. Dropping her pants, she then began to shimmy out of her green satin panties.
“Wait. Stop. Keep the heels on, too.”
She looked at him from lowered lashes. A blush stained the tops of her cheekbones, but he’d seen the look before when he told her he meant to fuck her. She was turned on.
“Now then. Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me, love. Imagine your hands are mine and show me what you do in private.”
Mina locked eyes with him and slid her hand into her panties. He watched the satiny sheen of two fingers circling in secret. Then she drew them out and wrapped her beautiful lips around them, sucking off the liquid and tonguing between her fingers as he would have.
His cock throbbed. “Shit.”
“You like that?” she asked, turning the tables on him.
“Very much. Do it again.”
She did, circling, drawing out, sliding her fingers between her full lips once again. This time she closed her eyes and moaned, licking her lips for added flourish when she’d withdrawn her fingers.
“You need to finish, Mina. I can’t wait much longer.”
“Don’t wait. Take,” she said.
“Not yet. Show me how you fuck yourself.”
Mina pouted but claimed her nipples with hard pinches and tugs. She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples. Her breasts bobbed when she let go suddenly to rub down her stomach and her hand dipped inside her panties again. With one hand she pumped, with the other she lightly slapped her splayed body, gasping at the gentle strikes.
He wanted to see, damn it. Derek grabbed the scrap of fabric and ripped it away. Her sex was puffy and red. She seemed to understand his curiosity and slapped her clit again. It flexed, smote but swollen with the blood of arousal. Her fingers still pumped inside her channel and her angry clit begged for touching, but her other hand had returned to her nipples to torture them with sharp twists.
His eyes locked on her swollen, red clit and her pumping fingers, which jiggled it by virtue of stretching flesh beneath. “I thought you said you didn’t like it rough,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I haven’t before,” she gasped. “Oh, oh, I’m coming.”
Unable to resist, Derek pinched the swollen clit gently. Mina came, her hips trembling on the crest of the orgasmic wave until she sagged against the wall.
He gathered her against him. “I love you, sweet Mina. Thank you for letting me watch.”
She held him close. “I love you, too, Derek.”
He heard it. She’d buried it into his chest, but he’d heard it and he closed his eyes, tucking her tighter into his body.
The distant sound of a wet slapping and a grunt caught his attention.
Derek’s head swung around. “Who’s there?” But the words were pointless because he could see who watched them. See who hurried to wipe his hand on his jeans and tuck his thin little cock away.
“Damn, I needed that. Was it good for you? Why don’t they teach that in biology?” Henry said. “I’m quite impressed by the masturbation techniques provided by our lovely Chemistry professor. I’ll enjoy them that much more when done for my benefit until the end of the semester.”
Mina stiffened. Her fear reached out to Derek like a palpable force. Rage swallowed him and he turned to block Mina’s nakedness. “Grab your clothes,” he said, helping her to reach them without exposing her to Henry’s gaze.
He sidestepped to the office door and opened it for her. Then whirled on the asshole daring to presume upon his woman.
“You come anywhere near her and I’ll have your ass arrested,” Derek threatened.
“The way I see it, you two would be fired for that display. But I don’t really need to have you fired. Besides, I have more information on Dr. Lasky than I do on you. So, looks like I have you by the short hairs. It’s a default but I’ll take it.”
“I am a witness to your assault on Dr. Lasky and in her harassment,” Derek countered.
“Ah, but you are forgetting something.”
Derek felt an uneasy tilt to the pit of his stomach. Henry was too cocky, too sure.
Henry pointed to the upper wall in two places. “Security cams. I am out of frame, but I have you and Dr. Lasky participating in blatant sexual behavior on two different security tapes. I also have you assaulting me and throwing me out of Professor Lasky’s office. There’s a bruise on her face. All I have to do is connect the dots for the Dean of Students and your ass is grass.”
“You hit her, not me.”
“All the footage will show is your abusive handling of my person. When I tell the Dean you hit her and then present the footage of your roughing me up as proof, I think you can agree how bad it will look for the two of you,” Henry grinned widely. “Sucks to be you.” Humor lit his features, “Hopefully, it sucks to be her too—sucks all over my dick.”
Derek saw red. He leaped and caught the prick by the collar. Mina’s yell to stop was the only thing that kept Derek from swinging his fist.
“Don’t, Derek!”
“Go ahead, Derek. I’d like to see you explain it to the Dean,” Henry taunted.
“Explain that you tried to rape me? Explain that you hit me and bruised my face before Dr. Link interceded? Explain that you are trying to blackmail us and get yourself into medical school? Show the tapes. The Dean will hear everything,” she dared.
“No he won’t.” Henry squirmed around Derek’s fist. “There’s no sound, only picture. The Dean won’t know any of that. It’s visual proof and my word against yours. I’ll have you both fired if you don’t work with me.”
“Put him down, Derek,” Mina said, a chill in her voice.
He did and looked to her with concern when she folded her arms across her chest defensively.
“I never penetrated you so you can’t prove your claims with DNA,” he reasoned. “And,” he taunted, seeming to grow bolder, “I licked your pussy juice off my fingers so they can’t trace that either.”
Mina gasped, or choked on her horror. Either way, she looked sick.
“So shall we revisit the deal?” Henry asked. He straightened his shirt. He glanced down the hall. He needn’t have bothered. They were well aware of how alone they were with the blackmailing bastard.
Derek gritted his teeth. “Tell us, then.”
“I still want A’s in both your classes. I still want letters of recommendation good enough to secure financial assistance and placement in the school of my choice. And I wa
nt Professor Lasky’s pussy any time I choose.”
Derek took a step toward him, intending to slam the insolent boy’s head into the wall, camera or no.
Mina put a hand on his arm. “Derek.” Her voice sounded hollow, hopeless. Derek stilled. “We should listen.”
“Now you’re getting the picture,” Henry told her. His cocky grin returned full-force.
How could she let the little bastard do this to her? Didn’t her dignity mean anything? Didn’t their love mean anything? The idea of Henry pumping his pencil dick into her sweet cunt made him crazy.
“Go on,” she told him. She hugged her arms tighter. Mina looked up at Derek full of tenderness. “I love you, too, Derek, but he’s not giving us much of a choice.”
The confession seemed to anger Henry. Derek ignored his blustering for the calming presence of Mina’s unwavering gaze.
“If I want you to suck my dick, you’ll suck my dick. If I want you to walk around the office naked, you’ll do that too. And whenever I want a fuck, you’ll strip and say, ‘yes, master, fuck me, master’ without hesitation.”
“I can’t let him touch you, Mina,” Derek said. “I can’t share you.”
She smiled serenely. “Thank you, for that.” Mina glanced away, licked her lips. “Derek, do you know how much I love you?”
Confused, he looked from the quickly reddening face of young Henry to Mina’s calm demeanor. He shook his head to her question.
“I love you so much that when I got dressed, I made sure to bring along my digital voice recorder.” She unfolded her arms and held the recorder toward Derek. “I got his blackmail request on tape.”
Derek whooped and grabbed her in a hug, releasing her just as quickly to jab a finger in Henry’s direction. “The lady has trumped you, ass-wipe. We’ll be calling the police and the Dean now.” Derek pinned Henry to the wall with a single hand shoved against the smaller man’s thin chest. “Mina, baby, you got a phone on you?”
“I can get one.”
Chapter Eight
The sound of creaking rope, followed by the wooden pop of the headboard adjusting, made her smile. It wasn’t a lab table, but it was certainly her idea of a legitimate experiment.
“Mina,” he said, his rough voice warning her to get on with it.
“Research, darling. You said you’d help me with my latest study.”
“This has nothing to do with chemistry,” he complained.
“On the contrary,” she said, snipping away his underwear until he lay fully exposed and spread on her mattress. Mina stood up, straddling his waist. She wanted to make sure he could see everything he needed to see. “The chemical composition of arousal is a rather illusive study. Chemically we recognize the release of hormones, pheromones, and other secretions, but the link between stimuli and the actual trigger point of those secretions remain a scientific mystery.”
“I’m already aroused,” he muttered.
“I can see that,” she said, mimicking his tone from when she laid on his lab table.
“Fuck, you’re doing it again.”
“What am I doing?” she asked. That look, the one right there, seemed to appear at random, and she had no idea what prompted the eruption of lust and hunger in his gaze.
“You’re looking at me like I’m a giant chocolate dick you can’t wait to wrap her mouth around. It fucking makes my cock ache every time.”
“I do that?” she said surprised. She had actually been thinking that every inch of his delectable form lay at her disposal to explore to her heart’s content. Licking may or may not have been involved.
“Frequently.”
“Definitely an option that requires exploration. Fortunately, I have a large container of chocolate syrup in the fridge.”
He groaned.
“Don’t worry. I’ll heat it before I drizzle it over you. Then I’ll suck it off every inch of your body.” She noted with pleasure the languid drip of pre-cum sliding from his slit to the flared purpled rim of his cock.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Mina had left off her panties and she lifted the hem of her skirt up her thighs until she saw his pupils dilate. Good, she had his attention.
“If the Dean could see you now, he might not have decided to let the tape slide.”
“C’mon, Derek, you saw him. He was panting as hard as we were after that footage. Playing the tape cinched the deal.” She shivered. “I’m glad he expelled Henry.”
“Aw, baby, c’mere. Untie me so I can hold you and make it all better.”
“That was weak, even for you,” she said, laughing. “But since he did let it slide and did let me keep my job, I had better bring a worthy publication to the department. So tell me, Dr. Link, what does the sight of my pussy do to you?”
“Makes me hungry.”
“No, no, chemically. Is your pulse quickening? Do you find breathing more difficult with the release of adrenaline in your blood?”
“I don’t know. Can you come a little closer?” he asked, a wicked sparkle lighting his eyes.
Mina unlatched her skirt and took it off. The tails of her shirt partially obscured his view and she watched him arch his neck to get a better look. Her belly fluttered happily. His appetite for her hadn’t waned in the weeks since Henry’s expulsion. Derek showed her just how much he wanted her on a daily basis. And she’d been pleasantly surprised to discover a poet’s heart in him.
Bad poetry, but poetry that sweetly conveyed his feelings for her, all the same.
She sidled up his body a few inches and parted her nether lips for him to see. “How’s this?”
“Come lower.” His melted-sex voice prickled at her nipples, and she watched his eyes darken when he noted the involuntary clench of her channel in response to his low tones. “Lower,” he said, deepening the timbre of his voice.
She couldn’t help it. Her body tingled as he used the only weapon available to him.
“You’re contaminating the experiment by altering the control sensations of the chemist,” she complained. But she did bend her knees, precariously balancing on her toes.
“Closer, love.” His tones dipped to decibels that strummed along her nerves and brought her clit out of hiding.
She widened the spread of her knees, stretching herself just to watch the heat thicken in his eyes.
He smiled, looking like he had control over the experiment instead of being tied to the bed.
And he did, to an extent. Her body responded to him easily, slicking for his entry and bringing her nipples into full, painful arousal. Letting him taste his fill crossed her mind, but she had tied him up for a reason.
She tentatively circled her clit with a finger, dipped it lower and held it out to him. She’d done it to taunt him, but he leaned up to take it. His tongue snaked out to catch her finger and draw it into his mouth. She closed her eyes on the sensation, taking with her the look of naked longing in his gaze as he tasted. She breathed deeply, trying to regain some control, and extracted her finger from his suckling lips.
She stood and turned, removed her shirt, then down on her knees, she licked the tip of his leaking cock. Derek’s hips thrust toward her, but she scooted back so he couldn’t sink his penis deep into her mouth.
A hot wet flick to her nub wrenched a squeal from her when she realized the advantage she’d given him. Derek chuckled and speared her with his tongue.
Mina leaned forward. Experimentation was for the birds. She widened her legs to lower her pussy within easy reach and closed her mouth on his penis, taking him deep and willingly. He left no part of her unexplored by his questing mouth.
Derek’s hips leaped toward her insistent pursuit of his orgasm. She settled in for a long thorough culmination, enjoying the flavors of musky skin and salty pleasure against his unyielding flesh. Her cunt shivered eagerly in return.
His body curled in on itself as best as it could, allowing her full access to his sack and anus, which she liberally explored.
“Oh fuck. I�
�m gonna come, baby.” He tried to still his surging hips and redoubled his efforts on her nub. “But you’re coming first.”
Derek nipped and sucked her inner folds. Her world blacked around her.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod—” Mina forgot the cock and held on to her wits for dear life as she thrust against his mouth for a frenzied release. She collapsed on him, feeling the warmth of his breath on her pussy, as his chuckle became a full out laugh.
“Not funny,” she said. But she couldn’t be mad either. Instead, she turned, grabbed his cock and impaled herself.
His laughed died on a choke somewhere at the back of his throat. “God, I love you, Mina.”
“Then show me,” she said.
She lifted and dropped sinuously on his shaft. Derek’s eyes locked onto hers intently. His nostrils flared and his face seemed to tighten with the urgency to pound into her. Mina rode him, watched him, saw the love crowd around the flames of lust in his eyes. He held off his satisfaction with gritted teeth and straining muscles, bringing her to hers.
She knew without a shadow of a doubt that his love was real and only for her. She basked in it, arched her back and rode him, gave him everything that she was and would be, trusting he would be there when she fell just as he promised.
She opened her eyes to watch him. He stared back at her, his eyes brimming with love. Derek’s shout tingled her flesh when he came and she rode him through his climax, enraptured by the beauty in his ecstasy. A tear stole down her cheek and dropped to join with one sliding from the corner of his tightly sealed lashes.
Some things couldn’t be explained by science. They just were.
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