OrgasmUniversity

by Jennifer Kacey

  “You must be some kind of psychic because that’s exactly why I’m calling. Are you free this Friday?”

  She stopped with her hand midair, her keys poised to unlock her front door.

  “N—”

  “Wait, wait, wait. Before you answer, hear me out. There’s this guy who’s been asking about you. His name is Michael. He’s gorgeous. And I think you should reconsider the no you were about to spew, and go out with him.”

  Victoria hesitated. She didn’t want to do it, but why not? Because she was holding out for Dr. Hottie? She rolled her eyes and leaned against the house. Tabatha had never fixed her up with anyone who hadn’t gone through her rigorous screening process. It hadn’t worked out very well before but who knew?

  She answered before she thought any more about it. What could one blind date hurt? “When and where?”

  “OMG you said yes.”

  “And you’d better give me the deets before I think better about it and hang up on you.”

  “Ha, you know I’d just call you right back over and over until you answered.”

  Victoria smiled. Maybe this was exactly what she needed to get her head out of the doctor’s office and back in the real world.

  Chapter Eight

  It had been three long days.

  The last thing she wanted to do was have some guy over to her house, even just so he could pick her up and they could go to dinner.

  Tabatha assured her he was smart, successful, had a job on campus, blah, blah, blah.

  She’d said everything short of he had a great personality.

  If her track record repeated itself he’d be middle-aged, balding and a bit round around the middle. Dating for the sake of dating wasn’t real high on her to-do list. It ranked right up there with cleaning out her gutters.

  She tugged the fabric of her knee-length slate-gray dress into place, slipping on matching heels. It reminded her of a flapper dress with the fringe on the bottom as she walked to the bathroom.

  Blood-red lipstick called to her from her makeup bag. She slicked it on her top lip, laying it in the center, swiping outward one side at a time, finishing the slut color along her pouty bottom lip.

  Dr. Hottie kept popping into her head. The touch of his hands lingered on her skin, a phantom lover she couldn’t escape asleep or awake.

  His voice peppered her thoughts throughout the day, his commands, the authority in which he knew her body, giving her something she was still unable to replicate. No matter how many times she’d tried in the last seventy-two hours.

  The chime of the doorbell downstairs made her grimace at herself in the mirror. She checked her makeup and dress one last time, swiping her hoop earrings off the counter. “At least he’s on time,” she mumbled to herself as she went to the door.

  She plastered on a fake smile, taking a deep breath before commencing with the dull portion of the evening.

  Her smile died. She clutched the door handle, ogling the handsome man standing on her front porch.

  “Dr. Hottie?” Her cheeks grew warm as she covered her mouth in embarrassment. “Damn. Sorry.”

  He stared at her from just across the threshold, and she did the same. His doctor coat surprisingly absent, but he wore a three-piece suit, jet black, with a bright-blue shirt and a multicolored tie matching it all, including his sea-green eyes.

  “Michael, actually. Very nice to meet you, and you are?” He held out his hand, the characteristic raised eyebrow taunting her.

  Her hand moved before she told it to, caressing the cradle of his palm so he could shake it in greeting. “Uhh…Victoria, but you already know that. You’re my date? But how did you make that happen?”

  “Aren’t you going to invite me in, Victoria?” He tugged her closer. Despite her uncertainty she went with it, staring up at him as he towered over her. He always made her feel small. She sighed as his smell registered. Blood flowed to her pelvis, igniting a chain reaction of need and anger.

  She yanked her hand away, taking a step back, trying to regain some of her perspective, not to mention her backbone.

  “Why the hell should I let you in?”

  “Because you want to. Because you’re already aroused and I’ve only touched your hand. Because—”

  “For that last appointment in your office I should slam the door in your face.”

  “You didn’t need to be in the program, and I couldn’t touch you…take you, if you were in the study. I would have had to disqualify your results anyway, because I handled your experiments myself. That variable isn’t in any of the other subjects’ trials and yours would have been monstrously skewed since we had so much chemistry.

  “Are you certain you’d like to do this so your neighbors can hear? The sweet little old lady next door’s trying mightily to sweep the same spot on her porch so she can hear, but I’m sure she’ll get winded at some point.”

  “Mrs. Brennan, oh lord. Come inside, but don’t for a minute think you’re going to stay past the meet and greet in the entryway.”

  Stepping inside, he had a large duffle bag with him, which he set by the door after he closed it. He’d brought an overnight bag.

  Of all the nerve.

  “Why the hell didn’t I need to be in the study? I never came before you, and I haven’t been able to since. I’d say that’s counter-evident to your claim, and wipe that smug smile off your face.”

  “All that means is you dated assholes before. I already told you that. I knew the first day there was nothing wrong with you. I should have removed you from the program then, but I couldn’t help myself. You need the right man, that ‘s all.”

  “Oh and that man is you? Don’t flatter yourself…Michael.”

  “I believe ‘Dr. Hottie’ will do just fine. And tonight wasn’t the first time you’ve said it, so you don’t have to be embarrassed now.”

  Her eyebrows formed a vee with her grimace. “But I’ve been so careful not to say it. You caught me by surprise tonight, that’s the only reason it slipped out.”

  “Remember me asking if you had any trouble with the video camera on your homework assignment?”

  “Yeah, you said I didn’t break it.”

  “You didn’t, but you didn’t shut it off either after you gave up trying to pleasure yourself, you just killed the light. I could see the silhouette of your beautiful ass as you sobbed. You called me Dr. Hottie, begging for my help. That first ‘please’ from your lips is etched into my long-term memory bank. So fucking sexy, Victoria.”

  He stepped closer one long stride at a time until on each inhale her bra-covered nipples brushed against his suit jacket. “I searched the university faculty directory for a Victoria. Thankfully there weren’t many I had to filter through. Then I remembered you commented on physics while we ate dinner together. Turns out I’ve known Tabatha for some time through an outreach program we’re both a part of. It didn’t take much convincing to set us up.”

  She couldn’t tell him to back up, her feet were planted in his path, unwilling to move away.

  “Why me? Why would you pick me?”

  “I’m a Dom, Victoria. The counterpart to your submissive nature in every way. We are equals in everything else that’s important. Work, intellect, what we want out of life, but when it comes to fucking you, owning you…you’re mine to do with as I please. As often, as deep, as rough, as sensual as I know you need it to be.”

  “And you being here, it won’t affect your grant? You can’t be penalized for seeing me?”

  He shook his head. “Jane #129 is a file folder, nothing more. All of your personal information has been redacted. She could be anyone. But you need to know something.”

  “What?”

  He grabbed a handful of her hair at the base of her skull, hauling her against him where the ridge of an impressive erection pulsed against her abdomen. “No matter how much it affected the grant, I would have found a way to see you, to court you, to fuck you.” He laid his forehead against hers, breathing deeply with her.
“We need this. I need you.”

  Relationships had been started on less, and she already knew they were going to be dynamite in bed together, or the floor, or the couch.

  “I want you to let everything else go, and just be with me, and I’m gonna make you come so many times you lose count.”

  She sucked in a tiny breath, his mouth was on her, moving against her, nipping at her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open so he could taste her, tease her. He stole her thoughts, her fears, replacing them with naughty desires she didn’t fully understand.

  But she knew he wouldn’t let her fail.

  That was enough.

  “Tell me you want this, Tory. Tell me you give yourself to me.” He yanked her hair back, forcing her to meet his eyes that had gone dark again.

  “I want you, anything you want of me…I’ll try my best to please you. Sir.”

  Her back collided with the wall. He caged her while kissing the pulse point in her neck, tonguing the lobe of her ear. The earrings, long forgotten, clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor.

  “Turn around. Face the wall. Hike your skirt up over your ass and ditch the panties.” His palms rested next to her shoulders on the wall, so she rotated with him so close she could almost taste him.

  “I don’t use safewords. No is no, understand?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “So you say what if you need to stop?”

  She shimmied out of her light pink thong. With each twitch of her ass, she brushed his cock. It was rock-hard, thick. Just for her.

  “No.”

  “Good.” Her panties hooked on one of her shoes which she raised, snatching it off her heel. “Now put the wet part in your mouth. One of us gets to taste your pussy while I fuck it, and I assure you I’m going to be preoccupied.”

  She gingerly laid it on her tongue, sucking on it while he hiked her skirt over her ass. The taste of her pussy ignited a slow ache deep in her pelvis. She’d never tasted pussy before. It wasn’t bad at all.

  Maybe I’d like to try another girl someday. Maybe—

  The swat of his hand lurched her forward. She caught herself on the wall before he spanked her several times in quick succession.

  The warmth spread to her toes, along her nerves all the way to her fingertips, tingling the top of her head.

  “Lean your shoulders and chest against the wall and hold your ass apart for me.”

  She hesitated, but decided the inner goodie-two-shoes she’d been rocking could take a flying leap. She wanted him inside her so bad she would have made a pact with the devil himself.

  “Very wet, pretty girl. Is that for me? Or would anyone do?” Without waiting for an answer he impaled her with his cock, making her moan around her panties.

  Apparently the moan was answer enough.

  He shafted her several times in quick succession. The zipper on his pants scraped against her knuckles, stealing her breath and her ability to communicate.

  He gave her no time to adjust to his size, and normally she would have needed the time. Not tonight. Tonight she could have taken anything, simply because he needed her to.

  He was just as thick as she’d wanted him to be, but longer than she’d hoped for. She tried to hold her cheeks open but couldn’t keep traction with the pounding he gave her from behind.

  He tugged her arms behind her, folding them so her forearms touched at the curve of her back. His big hand wrapped around both, trapping her in place.

  “Spread your legs for me, Victoria. Let me in. Take me. I’m gonna make you come. Nothing else but me.”

  Adrenaline rushed in her veins. Fear could only produce one of two reactions. Fight or flight. She chose fight.

  So she opened her legs and fought to take him deeper.

  “Your pussy’s fucking tight, just as wet as I knew it would be for me.” He slowed down, shafting her deep on each delicious stroke.

  She closed her eyes, unable to hold them open any longer. Drowning in blissful kinky sex was definitely the way to go.

  “You keep squeezing me, trying to keep me inside.” He grabbed her mound, gathering her slick wetness, running his fingers over her clit in tight circles.

  Her hips tilted back, riding his dick and hand in turn. Jerking back and forth in his hold.

  The fly of his pants scraped against her ass. The wall was going to leave marks on her cheek if she wasn’t careful. And none of it mattered.

  For the first time during sex she didn’t have to be perfect. Her mussed clothes were going to have wrinkles when he was done with her, her red lipstick was half on the panties and probably on the wall, and it wasn’t important.

  All that mattered was coming.

  He pumped his cock as he thrust into her spasming sex. “I can feel my dick shafting you. Sexy as fuck.”

  “Mmm…” came from her when she pictured what he was doing and had the feelings inside to go with it.

  “Don’t move your arms. Got it?”

  She nodded twice, grabbing onto her opposite arm with each hand.

  As soon as he released her arms he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so she looked up high on the wall.

  “Ooo Gawd,” she mumbled, instantly teetering on the edge of an orgasm. His dominance did things inside her she didn’t understand, but she wanted it.

  Craved him taking what he needed from her.

  “You wanna come, don’t you, my little slut?”

  “Yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir…” Her request became a broken garbled plea. Once she started asking she couldn’t stop.

  “Come!” he shouted, burying his cock inside her slick core.

  She convulsed in the cage of his body, tonguing her spit-soaked panties. He manhandled her clit as if he owned it.

  “Yours,” she slurred as she fell into a dark sea of desire, floating in a new world she never wanted to leave.

  He yelled behind her, pumping inside her with quick strokes, filling the condom he’d somehow gotten on before he started fucking her.

  His teeth nipped her neck, digging in hard enough to leave a mark on her flesh.

  Then he spanked her clit, yanking on her hair because he could.

  She came again, writhing against him, chanting his name on each shudder. He drove into her core, timing it perfectly with the tremors she was unable to contain.

  “You’re a fucking powder keg, Tory. Hottest piece of ass…”

  Every touch of her clit sent her muscles into orgasmic aftershock. She went liquid around his dick, so wet it leaked along the lips of her sex and onto her thighs.

  An orgasm was supposed to be great. She knew because that’s what he gave her before in his office. Clinically, what he did tonight was the same, but she’d forever be different. The world would never be exactly the same color. It would be brighter.

  It wouldn’t smell the same. It would smell fresher.

  Feel…perfect.

  And she was different because he’d fucked all of her. Well…almost everything.

  He pulled free of her clasping pussy, and she would have fallen if he hadn’t held her close, helping her regain her balance. The kisses on her shoulder and neck brought tears to her eyes.

  “Bet you’d like me to take those panties out of your mouth.”

  She chuckled, nodding her head.

  He pulled them free, turning her at the same time, tucking her head beneath his chin, hugging her tightly. Her skirt slid back over her ass, making her shiver.

  “I came…during sex.” She said it out loud because she couldn’t believe it, wrapping her arms around him.

  He rumbled in his chest, and she realized how much she liked his laugh. “Twice, actually. We’ll see how many more of those we can add by the end of the night. There will be a quiz at the end, so pay attention.”

  She laughed, glancing up into his handsome face. “Thank you seems rather odd to say right now, but nonetheless, thank you.”

  His smile made her warm inside. “You submit beautifully. You were made for this. For what
I can give you, and you like medical bondage. You get two thumbs up from me too, gorgeous.” He rubbed his cock against her.

  “You’re still hard.” Instead of asking, she peeled off the condom, knotting the end. She bent over to lick the rest of the cum from his shaft, circling the head with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth several times. He pulled her to stand, and she smacked her lips like the cat that ate the canary. But she never let go of his hard cock, handling his balls with the other hand.

  Who knew she was such a kinky chick?

  He flicked the catch on the back of her skirt, unzipped it, letting it fall into a pool of fabric at her feet. He fingered her slit, running his fingers in her slick moisture.

  “You’re still wet.” He painted her bottom lip with her wetness then licked it off.

  “What should we…do…about that?” She couldn’t breathe. He touched her for two seconds and all she could think about was wanting him to fuck her again. Sex had never been like this before.

  She really had dated nothing but dipshits.

  “I’ve got a few ideas now that you’re warmed up.” He tucked himself back into his slacks. “You need to be naked for what I want to do to you.” He yanked his tie loose, sliding it from his collar, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered with a smattering of dark hair.

  “You didn’t by any chance bring your doctor coat, did you?”

  “I might have. Any particular reason you wanted to know?” He tilted her chin up, eyeing her lips.

  “You look sexy in it, and it’s kinda naughty, thinking of you as my doctor.”

  “Then lead the way to your bedroom, and I’ll see about giving you a proper checkup.” He grabbed his bag, and she stripped every item of clothing off before they got to her bedroom. She tossed everything on a chair in the corner, unwilling to stop for even a second to put them in the hamper in the bathroom.

  If there was more kinky sex to be had, she wasn’t going to be the last one to the party.