Smut University: The Complete Series

by Kahlen Aymes

  The room erupted wildly again, but truly, I did need to gauge each of their skill levels in the genre to get a baseline, but I’d make them think about it first.

  “Nope. I want an essay from each of you on Miss Tomm’s theory… and yet, why, man and woman, the most advanced of all God’s creatures, can still be reduced to a quivering mass of jelly, all their mental capacity overcome by physical sensations that, at times, are more compulsory than food? Understanding the physiology and emotional responses of it will produce more realistic writing. I’ll take it easy on you for this first assignment, so just 500 words by Friday. The assignments will be submitted digitally after this, but I’d like the first one printed out and handed in, please.”

  I couldn’t help my eyes glancing toward Miss Tomm’s location in the room. She was smiling as one of her classmates leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, her eyes never straying from mine. I could feel my traitorous dick twitch in response. I already knew she was as smart as she was sexy, and I found that hotter than hell.

  “Oh… one more thing; I do want a sample scene of dirty sex in addition, to the other assignment. The two extremes, if you will. I challenge you. I dare you. 2500 words should be enough,” I said. The groans erupted again. “Look, if you didn’t expect to write, don’t take a writing class.”

  “Dr. Michaels? If we can turn you on, we get an A?” A busty redhead in the front row asked boldly, standing as I’d had Addison do. Her eyes raked over me, suggestively. I’d noticed her staring at me throughout the lecture; obvious ardor from students was something I’d become used to, but I could easily ignore it.

  “Hmmmm…. well, turn on my brain.” I tapped my temple, my mouth quirked in response to her obvious come-on. “Wow me on the page… then we’ll see what grade you earn.” The woman’s face fell into a slight pout, but I dismissed it out of hand. “Class dismissed.”

  3

  Her writing was brilliant. I was sitting in the big chair in my study with a scotch on the end table near me and my hand down my pants. My dick was rock hard, and unconsciously I’d began an attempt to stroke away the ache her words were causing. My breathing got harder as I continued to read, unable to tear my eyes from the page; my hand continually squeezing and pumping on my cock, subconsciously replacing the names in the piece with mine and Addison.

  She drew in a shaky breath, and her voice trembled. My body betrayed me, and I started to shake, even though I struggled to hold it in.

  “Jax, I want you to touch me. You make me…” She stopped, and squeezed my thigh, bringing her head up to meet my eyes. “I want…I mean, when I’m near you, I’m just…” Her lids dropped halfway down, and her mouth parted. I could see the same desire in her face that I’d seen a thousand times. I knew exactly what she was trying to say even though she was struggling with the words. “I’m just…”

  “Fucking vibrating?” I asked with a groan.

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Will you touch me?” She took my hand and lifted it to her breast and tried to arch into it. The movement still caused her pain. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. I let my hand slide across the side curve of the soft flesh, over the fabric of my shirt and she let out a small mewling moan. My body surged in response.

  I turned and slid my arms around her fully, under her legs, turning her so she was straddling my lap, facing me, but careful not to hurt her. My muscles flexed but she was so small, I took her weight easily.

  “You’re so strong,” she whispered, her nose nuzzling mine and her little hands moving up my chest over my shoulders. Her lips were parted, and her sweet breath rushed hotly across my face. My body swelled even more and tented my sweatpants. There was no hiding my desire and I didn’t want to. She needed to know how much I wanted her. I stared into her deep green eyes and then rested my forehead on hers.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking,” I breathed and pushed the loose tendrils off of the left side of her face. I bent to kiss where her head injury had been, dragging my lips across her cheekbone and down to her jaw. “Addison,” I whispered against her silken skin. “God, I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this. You smell so good.”

  Her head fell back, and she moaned. “Uhhhhh…”

  My left hand raked down her back toward her rear and even though I knew I’d find nothing underneath, I was still gasping as my hand wrapped around her bare butt cheek. I pulled her closer, as I placed wet, open-mouth kisses along the curve of her neck. When her hands slid into my hair, her fingers grasping and tugging, I was lost. My lips found hers in a hungry kiss, my tongue never hesitating to bury itself in the warm recesses of her mouth.

  Oh, my God. She kissed me back with everything she had, our mouths feasting and sucking on each other like we would never stop. Both of my arms pulled her closer and I could feel the heat coming off of her core and seeping through my sweats.

  “Uhnnnn, God, Addison,” I moaned when she winced slightly. “Baby, we can’t. Your body isn’t healed enough yet.” My mouth hovered over hers, not wanting to lose the contact. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s worth the pain, Jax. Please. I’m…dying.” My breath left me in a rush as her lips reached for mine again. I kissed her back, more softly this time. There was nothing that would make me hurt her. No matter how my body was aching or how much I wanted her.

  Something that sounded like a sob erupted and her hands slid down my chest, massaging the muscles. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this, Jax. You’re so beautiful.”

  “Addison…you don’t know what you do to me,” I groaned as one of her hands closed around my cock through my sweats. My head dropped to her shoulder as she squeezed and pulled a few times up and down the shaft, moving her thumb across the head when she got to the top. “Stop, I can’t take it,” I begged, but she only repeated the motion. “Ugh…”

  My hands went to the back of her thighs and I lifted her with me as I stood up, stepping over the piano bench. I released her legs letting her feet touch the floor, but still supported her weight with my arms around her back.

  “Jax, no…” she pleaded. Her hand came up to cup my cheek. “No… please.” She shook her head frantically.

  “Addison, your ribs will hurt if we make love. You won’t be able to take the thrusts without pain.” I buried my face in her neck as I spoke. “Dear God,” I groaned.

  I sank back down on the bench in front of her and ran my hands up the sides of her body under her shirt. I didn’t unbutton it further because the sight of her nakedness would drive me insane. My thumbs brushed against both of her taut nipples and she gasped. I kissed her breastbone and dragged my mouth toward her right breast and nipped at the nipple through the fabric.

  “Jax, God…It’s torture.”

  I turned her gently so her back was to me and let my hands continue to roam her body, drifting down over her concave stomach, and the soft curls at the top of her sex. My body was so hard it hurt, the skin covering my dick so tight, I thought it would split open. I groaned and let my head fall forward until it rested on her back, just under her shoulder. It was a blissful, aching torture that I never wanted to end.

  My hands closed around her hipbones and I urged her backward. “Babe, sit on my lap.” As she did as I asked, my arms wrapped around her and I turned my face into her neck. “I’m going to touch you but try not to move too much…I want this to be all about pleasure. Please be still.”

  My hands slid down her thighs to her knees and I pressed them open and brought my hands back up on the insides, over her velvet skin. I could feel her trembling and I almost died. “Oh, baby…I’ve missed touching you like this.” The words ripped from my chest in a guttural groan, but I couldn’t stop them. I moved my legs apart and with hers draped over mine, it spread her open for me. She leaned back against my chest and dropped her head to the curve of my neck in anticipation.

  Her breath hitched as my hands resumed their roaming, over her torso, one hand moving up to he
r breast to tug and tease the hard, little nipple and the other sliding down over her stomach and further still.

  The moist heat between her legs was telling and I groaned against her, kissing her neck with my open mouth, sucking on her skin while I let my fingers part her sensitive flesh. She gasped as I dipped my middle finger inside her to bring some of the slickness up to the place aching for my touch and I started a slow pulsing rhythm.

  “Uhhhh…” she breathed. Her back arched and I felt her wince.

  “Addison, I’ll pleasure you…I’ll make you come, but be still or I’ll stop. I won’t let this hurt you.” I hardly recognized my own voice. It was low and animalistic. Telling the woman I loved, more than life, that I was going to make her come did amazing things to me.

  She turned her face toward mine as my fingers worked on her, slowly; her breathing deepened and her hands clutched at her sides. I never wanted to stop touching her. I wanted this to go on forever and I could feel how sensitive she was, gasping each time my finger moved. I slowed my pace, wanting to build slowly, to make it amazing when I finally allowed her over the edge.

  I closed my eyes and let my fingers work on her breasts and her sex. Listening to her moans and pants, I felt like I could orgasm without her even touching me. “Addison… do you feel how much you own me?” I moaned against the soft skin of her neck, her pulse beating wildly against my lips. So sweet and alive. “But you’re mine. You own me, but you’ve always been mine.”

  “Jax… ooooh,” she cried out and she turned slightly so that we could kiss. Her mouth was frantic underneath mine as I sucked her tongue inside. My hand closed around her breast and I squeezed gently, her pebble hard nipple and the wetness on my fingers of my other hand; beautiful evidence of what I could do to her. My heart swelled, bursting with love and pride that this magnificent creature belonged to me. Even if she couldn’t remember our past, she was mine and I wanted her to know it.

  “Holy Christ,” I moaned, the pressure in my balls building, my cock so engorged I felt as if I would come so hard it would blow the thick head right off. I rubbed my thumb over the top trying to alleviate the ache; spreading the clear pre-cum around the smooth steel-hard flesh. Even as my own orgasm built, I couldn’t rip my eyes from the page. I wanted to drop my head back and let myself come, but still, I read on.

  I pushed two fingers inside of her and I felt her clench around me as I moved them in and out of her tight flesh. “Uhhnnn, Jax, don’t stop…” she begged breathlessly as I searched for the ultra-sensitive spot inside her that I knew drove her to distraction, while my other hand moved down to take over where the other left off. She started shaking and her legs trembled.

  “Uh…Jax, Oh God…” she sobbed into my mouth. Her body started to pulse and she arched into me. She couldn’t help it; her body quaked involuntarily over and over as she came under my hands. I buried my mouth in the back of her neck and breathed her name over and over.

  “That’s it. Yes, Baby…Addison, I want you so much. Everything about you is so damn beautiful.” I slowed the movements of my fingers, lightening the touch but not stopping, the spasms inside her lessening, but not subsiding completely. I kissed the tender skin on her neck again and moved below her ear. I could taste the faintest bit of salty perspiration on my tongue. I licked along the cord of her neck and then opened my lips and sucked, feeling the need to leave marks on her skin. It didn’t matter if anyone else saw it. She’d know it was there, that I was marking her as mine. “I want…I want to mark you.”

  “Anything you want,” she gasped out, her body still jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I sucked on the skin at the back of her neck hard and then soft. I alternated like that for a minute or two and I raised my head to try to see in the darkness of the room. The flesh was purple in a small spot on the back of her neck.

  “I’m sorry, honey, but you make me want things that no one else ever has.”

  “I want to touch you,” she whispered. “Jax, please.”

  I stood up and put her feet on the floor and ran my hands down her arms. She turned and lifted up on tiptoe, her hands resting on my chest. I raised my hand to the side of her face, my thumb tilting her face to mine and my fingers curled around the back of her head, I bent to kiss her again. We were hungry. For me, it was the agony of almost losing her and the weeks of being near her without being able to be with her as I longed to do. I lessened the pressure of my mouth and tried to move away slightly, but her lips clung to mine, sucking my lower lip in between the two of hers. I kept my eyes closed as my breath hitched.

  “Addison, let’s lie down. You need to rest.” I led her to the bed and threw back the covers; conscious of the injuries she’d gotten in the car accident. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

  She slid in between the cool sheets and grabbed my hand. “Please, don’t leave.”

  I wanted every second with her, so I let her pull me down. My body was still aching, but I struggled to get it under control.

  “I want to make you feel good, too,” she whispered. “You’re so incredible. You know just how to touch me.”

  I rolled onto my side toward her and propped my head up on my hand. “Yes,” was all I said, my eyes searching her flushed face. Even in the dark, I could see the heightened color on her cheeks. I reached out and touched the tip of one still taut breast with a fingertip.

  “You’ve had a lot of practice.” It wasn’t a question. “Touching me, I mean.”

  I watched the path my hand was running down her body and up again, sliding in the opening of the shirt and cupping her bare breast. “A little bit,” I admitted softly, seriously, as my eyes flashed up to hers.

  “Jax, why wouldn’t you tell me that we were this kind of close?”

  I couldn’t tell her the whole truth. I wanted to spare her the pain.

  “I wanted you to remember me, to remember us…and I didn’t want to scare you.” My thumb brushed back and forth on her nipple and my body quickened again. “It just seemed important. It still does.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m trying. I want to remember.”

  “I know. I don’t want to lose all the beautiful memories between us.” My voice deepened, almost cracking. “It makes me sad, but don’t be sorry, baby. It will come back in time.”

  I leaned my head against hers and nuzzled the side of her face. I wanted to distract her. Plus, I couldn’t help myself anyway. I slid my hand down and resumed the slow movements that I’d started on the piano bench. She was still wet, and her orgasm had made it even more pronounced. I watched her face as the feelings deep within her began to stir again as we lay there in silence, my fingers moving slowly, gently over and over.

  Addison’s eyes burned into mine. My eyes dropped to her pouty little mouth and I wanted to taste her. I brought my fingers up and sucked them into my mouth. She gasped and I groaned.

  “Uhnngg… Addison, you’re so sweet. You are the most delicious thing that I’ve ever tasted.” My throat got tight and I tried to swallow the lump of emotion rising there. The love was overwhelming, and I hardly knew how to save myself. “I want more. I want you to come in my mouth, Addison.”

  “Oh, fuck me…” I said, letting my head fall back finally as I closed my eyes. She was killing me. I let myself feel my hand working my dick closer to orgasm, and then I realized I wouldn’t be able to finish reading if I didn’t stop masturbating. I groaned and pulled my right hand out from inside my boxer briefs. I took a steadying breath, willing my erection to relax. After a couple of minutes, I felt in control enough to keep reading the excerpt. I could tell it was part of a bigger work because there was too much back story that I didn’t know. Even as hot as this was, I wanted to know the back story, and that was the best clue this young woman had serious writing chops. I’d have to be on my best behavior with her, because I wanted to mentor her; it would be a crime not to see her published. I flipped through to see how much more was in front of me, and so I prepared myself for the oral sex I knew was coming. She
could have ended it right there. This was maybe four times the 500 words I’d asked for, and normally, I’d take off points… but not in this case. I wanted the character to get his “happy ending”. For this scene, at least. A smile split my face as I realized my predicament. I am so fucking screwed, I admonished myself, shaking my head. I focused on the page to begin reading again, but still, I couldn’t help imagining myself and my beautiful student as her characters.

  “Jaxon, I…”

  “Shhhh…don’t talk. Just let me…” I moved and lifted her further up the bed and bent to kiss her mouth softly, licking at her top lip before I sucked it in between both of mine. “Let me,” I whispered against her mouth. “I want to hear every breath you take, every moan… every little mewling sound that you make deep in your throat, Addison. It makes me so hard, I swear I’ll burst.”

  I parted her legs with my knee and moved lower, looking into her eyes. I pushed the tails of the shirt up until she was naked from the waist down and then gently pushed her legs apart so I could gaze down on the treasure I was seeking. I could already smell her arousal. “Addison…Jesus! You turn me on so much.” I bent to kiss her stomach below her navel and the muscles of her stomach tensed as I lay down between her legs and started kissing the inside of her thighs with a wet mouth. “Relax, baby. I already know how good you taste, and I want it so damn bad. I want every single drop.”