"You're inviting me to a party?" I ask, and despite my misgivings, I'm flattered. But I won’t be a PAT, I have more self respect than that. Somewhere, I find the resolve inside me to pull my hand from his. "Sorry, maybe another time. When I'm not some trophy to celebrate a win."
Duncan's face falls for a moment, before regaining himself. He comes close, and I can't move for some reason, my feet are frozen to the ground as he strokes a thumb down my cheek. He leans in, and his warm breath sends shivers down my spine as he whispers in my ear. "Oh no Carrie, you're not just some trophy, or a PAT. You’ll see.”
He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, and I shiver again. Oh God he's so sexy, and his words... is there any truth to them? "Have a good evening, Carrie. I'll see you Monday."
I'm in my dorm room, struggling to try and study after the game. I can't get Duncan's words out of my head, and finally, after rereading the introduction to the general physical properties of organic compounds four times, I slam my book shut, groaning in frustration.
"Seriously?" I mutter to myself. "One kiss, a touch, and a whispered promise, and he’s got you right where he wants you. Get your shit together, Carrie."
But there's nothing wrong with a little fantasy, a voice in my head whispers, and I know that voice. It's the same voice that came to life earlier today when his lips found mine, and his large, powerful hands pulled me closer to him...
"Arrgh!" I groan, leaning back and grinding the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. I look up at the ceiling, a half smile coming to my face as I think of seeing him again.
He’s interested in you. Who cares if it's just a booty call? This booty needs to be called, and more often. Besides, if you take care of these needs now, you can get back to organic chemistry and not... organic chemistry.
I can't help it, I smile at my little joke to myself. My hands drift down, over the tops of my breasts, circling and stroking them through my t-shit. I'd ditched my bra, I was in my dorm room anyway, and the sensations shot through me, electric tingles that added to the warm wetness rolling around in the pit of my stomach.
"You're beautiful," Duncan says, his eyes sparkling and his lips writing hot trails on my neck. We're in a grand bedroom, a four poster bed surrounded by lacy curtains, limiting my view of the rest of the world, but in the distance I can hear the crash of waves, and the call of tropical birds and smell the ocean on the breeze. We're together, alone in this paradise, and I'm happy to be there with this dream of a man.
My breasts are crushed against his chest, his arms pulling me against him, his hands kneading the flesh of my ass. We're rolling back and forth, teasing and running our hands over each other's bodies but still leaving our clothes at least somewhat on until we reach this plateau, where there's no turning back, and I don't want to anyway. I'm helpless against his strength, and I don't care. I want this man. He senses my desperate hunger, and raises his lips from my neck to whisper in my ear. "Give yourself to me."
"I do," I whisper, reaching down and cupping the huge rock between his legs.
He pulls my shirt up so that he can taste the skin of my breasts. I'm lost, tossed and turned by the feeling of his tongue on my body, his lips wrapping around my nipple and teasing it.
He pushes my knees apart, and I can't resist him. My body needs him, and I push my shorts and panties down, exposing myself to him.
"Duncan..." I nearly sob, the feelings of his lips on my nipples and his hands on my now naked ass leaving me in overload. I throb for more of him, hungry for the dangerous pleasure that he can bring me.
Duncan lifts his head from my breasts to look down at me, towering over me as he reaches for the waistband of his jeans. He unsnaps and pushes, and there it is... his perfect, steel-hard cock. I've never seen anything sexier or scarier in my life. I don't know if I could take it all, not with the power and danger wrapped up in the rest of his body.
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.”
I'm nodding, knowing that he’s telling the truth. Duncan's grin tells me that he knows my thoughts, and he guides himself inside me, my pussy spreading and wrapping around his cock until he's all the way inside me.
Holy shit. Even a single, deep stroke, and I'm nearly coming already, my hands clutching at my breasts and pinching my nipples, I can't help myself. He grins and slips a finger into my mouth, and I suck while he starts to thrust in and out, my mind obliterated with each movement of his cock inside me. I've never felt something like this before, complete and total pleasure, my body taken by this powerful man who knows exactly how to light every nerve in my body on fire.
I'm making noises, noises I never knew I could make, animal and thick as he slides in and out of me, his cock sending tremors up my spine each time. "Can you take it all?" he asks suddenly, and I look to see that he's still restraining himself, his fingers shaking he's keeping himself under such tight control.
I look into his beautiful gray eyes and nod, smiling. “Don’t hold back.”
The look in his eyes at my words lights a fire in my heart as much as his cock is lighting a fire in my pussy, and his hips speed up, driving his cock powerfully into me. The first shocking impact sends me into spasms, nearly convulsing as he hammers into me over and over, driving me insane with sensation. My God, it feels so good, and he's still going, those hips and legs giving him immense, overwhelming power that crushes me into the bed. He takes my other leg and pushes it up, pinning me as his cock slams over and over into me, his eyes boring deep into my soul.
"You can come now," Duncan whispers, and suddenly I'm there, as if I was waiting for his permission, riding the immense wave of my orgasm as Duncan shudders right along with me. I'm being bred like some sort of bitch, and I know that for Duncan, I'd be his bitch if he wanted it. Anything to feel this good. "You're mine."
"Yours..." I whisper, coming back to reality slowly as I realize I'm not in a bed, surrounded by white gauze curtains and tropical birds, and the whisper of the ocean breeze is actually the fan on my laptop. My hands are damp, and my room reeks of sex, not the heady sense of real sex, but just the lonely aroma of my masturbation.
Damn Duncan Hart. Damn that cocky bastard.
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