by Tabatha Kiss
Alyssa exhales as she leans against the table. “I have some time to kill until my next class,” she answers as she combs her fingers through her hair. “Figured I’d make good use out of it.”
“So, you thought I’d be at your beck and call?” I ask. “That I have nothing better to do than come running at the snap of your fingers whenever you have an itch you can’t scratch?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
I laugh. She’s got me there.
“I didn’t want to wait until Saturday to see you again,” she says.
I pause. “Is that right?”
“That’s right.”
“But you said you wouldn’t let me touch you until then.”
“No, I said I wouldn’t let you fuck me until then.” She presents her hands. “That doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.”
I furrow my brow.
She tilts her head. “What?”
“I’m feeling a little jerked around here.”
“Why?”
“Well, you’ve been pretty hesitant about hooking up with me at all. Now, you’re suddenly pinning me to doors in private study rooms. What’s up?”
Alyssa pauses, briefly biting her lip in thought. “Honestly, Junior…” She heaves a light sigh, stalling to build up her nerve. “I haven’t been able to get what you said to me out of my head.”
“What’d I say?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Her eyes touch the floor. “You said you’d… eat me like no one ever has and that…” A reluctant sigh. “And that by the end, I’d be yours.”
There’s a quiver in her tone. I like it. Really like it. It’s a stark contrast to the strong, confident lady she is in every other moment. She’s dropping her guard. For me.
“Is that so?” I ask.
“No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”
I step closer. “Alyssa Pierce is a fan of dirty talk, is she?”
“She might be. I don’t know, I…”
Her voice struggles again. She goes quiet as I touch her outer thigh. A breath rushes past her lips.
I smile.
“Which part turned you on the most?” I ask.
She keeps her eyes down as if she’s too embarrassed to look me in the eye as she speaks. “The second part,” she says.
I move my hand up her thigh, crawling beneath her skirt. She doesn’t stop me. “Is that what you want, Ally?” I whisper. “To be mine?”
She shakes her head no, but her body doesn’t.
Her body screams yes.
I place my hand beneath her chin, firmly guiding her to look at me. I give her a kiss, soft and sweet. A simple tease, but she trembles on demand.
Good girl.
“Do you want me to own you?” I ask.
“No,” she says.
Yes, her eyes beg.
“Junior—”
I silence her with another kiss while I hook the crotch of her panties with my other hand.
Alyssa startles. “Junior, the door doesn’t lock.”
“You better be quiet then,” I say, not stopping. I touch her, my fingertips gliding between her wet lips. She tries to warn me again, but only a single gasp of pleasure comes out. Her eyes flicker closed. “No, open your eyes,” I whisper. “Look at me.”
Alyssa fights her heavy lids, and her blue eyes find mine. I keep her focus on me, gently placing my hand around her neck. Her pulse pounds against my thumb, so fast and wild.
I slide a single finger inside of her. Her jaw drops in a silent scream.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I warn her again as she blinks. “Look at me while I’m inside of you.”
She grips my arm, holding herself up. “Junior,” she moans softly.
“That’s right.” I fuck her slowly, putting pressure on the right spot. “You’ll remember my name for the rest of your life.” I push in further to grind her clit with the heel of my hand. A tremor shakes her body. “You might even scream it by accident in another man’s bed because no matter how hard you try not to… you’ll think of me while they’re inside of you. I’m not only going to fuck your brains out, Ally… I’m going to ruin you for other men.”
A moan escapes her, almost too loud. I shift my hand from her neck, resting a finger over her mouth to remind her to be quiet. She takes it between her lips. Her eyes lock on mine as she sucks on it.
Fuck me. She’s good.
“You’re going to come for me, Ally,” I growl, focusing on her instead. My pleasure can wait. “I want to feel it.” I slide a second finger in and she bites down hard on my knuckle. “Don’t make a sound.”
Alyssa nods. She doesn’t even blink, but her cheeks burst with shades of pink.
“Come,” I whisper, holding her steady. “Do it now.”
Her body answers with a hard jerk, letting go of all the tension in her as the orgasm takes over. Her inner muscles twitch wildly on my fingers, squeezing me so tightly it almost hurts.
She holds her breath, struggling to stay quiet. I pull her in and bury her face in my shoulder, letting her belt out a quiet scream that only we can hear.
“You’re mine now,” I say in her ear. “No one else will ever touch you like I can. Remember that.”
Alyssa breathes hard against me for several moments before easing back to look at me again. She nods silently, her pussy still firing a subtle pulse around my fingers.
I pull them out and stick them in my mouth. “Fuck, Ally,” I say. “You taste so fucking good.”
She chuckles between breaths. “You’re not too bad, either.”
I step back to lean against the wall, playing it cool and hoping she doesn’t notice the rock-hard tent pooching my jeans. “Well, is that what you wanted?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah…” She pushes her skirt down and hops off the table. “Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“I learned a lot living in the Delta Xi house for two years,” I say.
“Well, I take back everything I’ve ever said about lazy frat boys.” She laughs, then stands a little taller. “Did you mean it? Or was it all just to get me off?”
“Did you want me to mean it?” I ask.
She hesitates. “Shit, I don’t know.”
I laugh. “Such is the power of dirty talk.”
“No kidding.” She bends over to grab her messenger bag. “I have to get to my class, but… let’s just say I owe you one.”
I scoop my bag off the floor. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me—”
She gasps at my backpack. “Wait—”
My books topple out onto the floor. A sharp pang of embarrassment fills my gut, ruining my moment of glory.
“Shit,” I say, bending to grab my math textbook.
Alyssa kneels to help me gather the papers and pens. She scans a wrinkled page and pauses. “Are you having trouble in geometry?” she asks.
I snatch my quiz from her hand. “No.”
She tilts back, surprised. “Sorry,” she says as she rises and hands me the rest of it.
I hide my expression from her. Of all the damn times to embarrass myself, it had to be the moment directly after she looked at me like I was a damn sex god.
“So, I should get going,” I say, reaching for the door.
“Wait.” Alyssa touches my arm. “Junior, you don’t have to freak out over one quiz. It happens.”
Her voice caresses me, quelling the nervous anger taking over my gut. “It’s not just one quiz,” I admit.
“Can I see it again?”
“Ally, I don’t—”
“Please?”
She bats her eyes, laying it on a little thick.
It works, though.
I give it back to her. “Coach told me I’m in danger of academic probation if I don’t get my grades up,” I say.
“Well, that’s not good.” She points at the page. “Did you even use the Pythagorean theorem here?”
“What’s that?”
She rolls her eyes. “I gues
s not.”
“I’ll get a tutor or something.” I shrug. “The athletic center should provide one for me.”
Alyssa kisses her teeth. “Sure, you can get a university-sponsored tutor who’ll lick your toes and do all the work for you because if you don’t get the grades, they don’t get paid, or…”
“Or?”
She hands the quiz back to me. “Or I could tutor you and you’ll actually learn something.”
I blink twice. “You’ll tutor me?”
“Sure, why not? Geometry is a piece of cake.”
“You’ll help me get my grade up?”
“Yeah.”
I pause, studying her sly eyes. “You’re not… jealous of this potential toe-licking tutor, are you?”
She scoffs. “Please. It’ll provide a decent excuse if we ever get caught in public together. That’s all.”
She has a point there. And I’ll do just about anything to ensure a few more private study room fingerings with Alyssa Pierce.
“And what do you want in return?” I ask.
“What are you willing to give me?”
“Whatever you want.”
She chuckles. “Oh, that is one dangerous bargain, Junior Morgan.”
“Tell me what you want,” I say, catching her eyes again. “Anything.”
Alyssa bites her lip in thought. “I’ll think about it.” She snatches the quiz out of my hand again. “I’ll look this over to see what you’re doing wrong.”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
She folds it into her bag. “Bye, Junior.”
“Wait.” I block her path to the door. “Ty and I are having a party Thursday night.”
“Cool.”
“You should come.”
Her eyes narrow. “Why?”
“It’ll be fun. We’re on Shanty Row.”
“Shanty Row?”
I chuckle; I forget she was new. “Shanice Street. Just south of campus.”
“Why is it called Shanty Row?”
“You’ll see,” I quip.
“Ah.” She nods, getting it. “Classy neighborhood, huh?”
“Very. We’re the house on the corner. 218. You can’t miss it.”
She hesitates. “I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t overthink about it.”
“Oh, but it’s my specialty.”
Alyssa steps forward. I reach for her arm.
“Kiss me,” I say.
Again, she hesitates. “Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
Her lips press together in rebellion, but it only takes a moment. She pushes up onto her toes, getting closer as I cup her cheeks. She kisses me. I kiss her. I fight the urge to throw her down on the table and bury my cock deep inside her warm and tight—
“Bye, Junior,” she says, turning her head and snapping me out of the fantasy.
I lick my lips. “Bye, Ally. Thursday.”
She doesn’t reply. She opens the door and walks out into the silent library.
Once she’s gone, I exhale hard. That went… better than expected.
I glare at the raging hard-on fighting with my zipper.
Soon, buddy.
CHAPTER 21
ALYSSA
Junior Morgan is not good at math.
I wouldn’t say he’s bad at math, though. There’s definitely some cause for a Needs Improvement stamp on his forehead, but it’s nothing a girl can’t work with.
The quiz vibrates on my desk. I lean back for a second, confused, until I realize it’s just my phone lying beneath it.
Big Dick Morgan calling.
I roll my eyes as I answer it. “Junior, what’s six times seven?”
“Uh.” Party sounds echo through the phone, laughter and music. “Forty-six,” Junior says after a few seconds. “Why?”
“Yup.” I nod as I draw a line through problem five. “That explains that.”
“That explains what?”
“Forty-two.”
“Forty-two?”
“Six times seven is forty-two. Not forty-six. Please make note of that before our next study session.”
He pauses. “Are you grading my math homework right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
I sense the disappointment in his voice. “Oh, what?” I ask, setting my pencil down.
“It’s just… there’s this party I’m having.”
“Yeah.”
“Right now.”
“I know.”
“And… you’re not here.”
“I know that, too.”
“Grant is, though. He’s…” Junior breathes a laugh. “He’s very much here.”
I chuckle. “The man likes to party.”
“But you don’t?”
“No, I like a good party. I just didn’t go to yours.”
A door closes on his side, blocking out the noise. “Well, this sucks,” he says. “I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.”
I stand up and wander over to my bed. “Oh, you did?” I ask as I lie down on my back.
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” I say, meaning it. “But I couldn’t come.”
“Why not?”
“Going to a party with a bunch of football players?” I shake my head. “Doesn’t really fall under Cary Pierce’s idea of staying away from the team.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
“Sorry,” I say again. “My introduction to Shanny Row will have to wait.”
“Shanty,” he corrects.
“Shanty. Right.”
“Well, you’re just going to have to make this up to me.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Tomorrow. I want to see you.”
I smile, welcoming the butterflies in my stomach. “I don’t know,” I answer. “Is there a reason you should?”
“For fun.”
“Fun?”
He lowers his voice. “You said we could still have fun, right? I wanted to have some more… fun.”
“Naughty. But no.”
“No?”
“I’m in classes all day, then at rehearsal all night,” I say. “Tomorrow no bueno.”
“Damn,” he whispers. Then, a moment of silence. “Are you alone now?”
“Yes. All locked up in my dungeon on the top floor.”
“Your dad’s not home?”
I glance at my closed door. “Haven’t heard him in a while. I think he’s asleep.”
Junior pauses, the silence extending for several minutes.
“Junior?” I ask.
“What are you wearing?”
I laugh out loud. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.” His chuckle tingles down my spine. “We don’t have to be in person to have fun, do we?”
“Don’t you have a party to get back to?”
“Something more important came up.”
“Junior junior?”
“Only every time I hear your voice,” he says, his growl barely above a whisper. “So… what are you wearing, Ally?”
I bite my lip in hesitation, but I don’t resist further than that. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. “Lingerie,” I whisper. “Red and lacy.”
Junior chuckles. “Liar.”
I grin. “Flannel pants. Baggy sweater.”
“Now we’re talking!” he says. “Take the sweater off.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, take it off.”
I say nothing.
“Please?” he adds.
With a chuckle, I obey. I peel my sweater off over my head and cast it aside, leaving me in the safety of the tank top I didn’t mention I had on under it.
“There,” I say into the phone. “Done.”
“The top, too.”
I scoff. “How did—” He laughs. “Ugh, fine.”
“You can leave the pants on.”
“Good.”
“For now.”
I set the phone down
and remove my tank top. Cool air touches my skin, my bare breasts. As I lie back and grab the phone, Junior’s chuckle continues. “What are you laughing about?” I ask.
“Just happy,” he says. “Close your eyes.”
I close them.
“I want you to picture me there, with you,” he continues. “Over you.”
“Are you naked?” I ask, smirking.
“Not yet.” His voice smiles. “Close your eyes... and imagine me kissing your forehead.”
I do as he says. I picture his lips touching my forehead, soft yet firm. A kiss. A single kiss. Somehow, I feel it in the real world, too. His warm skin. His nose gently brushing my hairline.
“Your temple,” he whispers. “The tip of your nose.”
I feel his lips and my heart flutters.
“Imagine my thumb rubbing against your bottom lip,” he says. “You part your lips. You kiss it.”
My mouth purses on its own, following his instructions.
“You want me to kiss you,” he says, not a question.
“Yes,” I say, my breath quickening.
“Good.” He waits a moment. I exhale, quivering slightly. “I slide my thumb down your face, along your neck... toward your breasts.”
I exhale, quivering slightly.
“Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me.”
I graze my bottom lip, drawing a slow trail down my body along the same path he spoke of. My nipples twist in anticipation, standing hard by the time my fingertips reach them. I shudder, enjoying the sharp pleasure dancing through my core as Junior chuckles in my ear.
“Good girl,” he says, hearing the sharp intake of my breath.
I bite my lip. He has got to stop saying that to me. He’s giving me a praise kink.
“I kiss your neck. Your chest. Your cleavage.”
I cup my breasts, using the edge of my finger as if it were his tongue on my nipple.
“I want to taste you so badly, Ally,” he growls, his own hand obviously extending below the belt.
I hum in response, my eyes still closed.
“You want me to,” he says. Again, not a question. “If I were there right now, you’d let me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’d lick your sweet skin. I’d pull those sexy flannels off nice and slow.”
I chuckle, urging him to go on.
“I’d kiss your navel, moving down, down, down,” he says, his growl returning. “Inch by inch until I reached those juicy lips.”
