Ohbabyjesusdeargod. I’d never in my life prayed to hard.
“Then why’d you fight me?” Shocked I was able to form words, at the moment I pretty much considered myself a go for getting them past my lips.
“Shhh.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me and cupped my balls, squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers. I leaned against the desk unable to support myself on my legs anymore. The scratchiness of his five o’clock shadow scraped my thigh as he licked the junction of my inner thigh, up and over, then finally down and back up, from base to tip. My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned in pure male satisfaction. The only image in my mind was this man, who was the picture of male dominance, on his knees in front of me licking my cock like a fucking popsicle. While he may be on his knees, we both knew he had all the power. The freedom from thought was bliss, and he was giving that to me. Dominating not only my body, but my mind.
My back arched and hips instinctively pistoned forward. Philip slammed his hands down on my hips pushing my ass farther back up against his desk. “Don’t. I’m fucking you. It’s not the other way around.”
Holy shit that was hot. He had me trapped in every way. It was different from anything I had ever experienced before. I always took control when someone was sucking my dick. But this? I came as fast as a twelve-year-old with his first shower jackoff. Collapsing back on my elbows, I was completely out of breath, my eyes were closing. The only thing I could possibly think to do was focus on each breath so as not to pass out and make myself look even younger.
“Next time, that desk, your ass. It’s mine.” I believed him. I’d never been topped before, but I found myself fantasizing about what it would feel like to give even more control to him. The thought had my body and mind both relaxing. “Now, let’s get to work.”
PHILIP
The next week was more of the same. We fooled around in my office before or after working on the case study. Ryan came to my house a couple times and we fooled around there too. We hadn’t had sex yet. I knew he’d never been fucked and pushing him into something he may not be emotionally ready to do was the last thing I wanted.
It was too easy being with Ryan. He didn’t say anything inappropriate in class or around other students, and acted as if nothing had changed. So when a cute little blond sorority girl sat next to him in class on that Friday, I forced myself to stay calm. She’d sauntered down the lecture hall and seductively sat next to Ryan, pushing herself up against his side, then trailed her finger up Ryan’s biceps and whisper something in his ear, which had him chuckling awkwardly. She was still gripping his arm.
As I began the lecture, getting everyone ready for the upcoming exam, Ryan leaned over and whispered something, causing her face to fall, but it didn’t seem to deter her. Her hand came down on his thigh and she slid her perfectly manicured nails up toward his cock. I saw red.
“Hey skank,” Ryan’s friend Sissy said loudly, pushing herself between them from the row back, and looking down specifically at the hand I was also glaring at. “He told you he’s not interested, so why don’t you slink back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”
I cleared my throat, made my way over to their seats, and looked at the three of them as sternly as I could. After hearing Sissy come to Ryan’s defense, the red haze cleared from my vision and I could see this for the comedy show it was. “Is there a problem here?”
“No, sir,” Ryan said, putting emphasis on calling me sir. My cock twitched. He knew exactly what he was doing using that word in public. “Candy was just leaving.”
“Candy?” Sissy rolled her eyes. “Even your name is skanky.”
“It’s better than Sissy.” Candy sneered.
“Ladies,” I interrupted, not needing this behavior to take a spiral down any further. “Are we quite done here? Can I get back to teaching my class, please?”
“Yes, professor.” At least Sissy had the good sense to look apologetic. Candy winked at Ryan before walking to a seat in the back of the lecture hall. Sissy smacked Ryan in the arm.
“Oh stop, I’m just laughing because of how desperate she seemed,” Ryan quietly whispered to Sissy, but loudly enough some of us could hear.
Class flew by after that. I was surprised no one noticed my “situation” after the incident with Ryan and the misguided blond girl. I was half hard the remainder of class. “Everyone, office hours are cancelled for today. I have the case study I need to work on. I’ve setup a signup on Google classroom for study groups for the upcoming exam. Please use it, people. This will cover all chapters to date.” As the students began shoving their laptops and notebooks in backpacks, I asked, “Ryan, can you see me in my office?”
Getting off the elevator and walking down the hall to my office, Ryan was leaning against the wall next to the door by the time I arrived. “Professor Marks, you wanted to see me?” His eyes danced with lust even though his tone didn’t betray his words.
“Yeah, we have some work to do on the case.” I cleared my throat, trying not to make it obvious.
Once we were inside the office all pretense flew out the window. I pushed him back against the door roughly. His hands flew to my hair and I groaned as our lips met in a brutal kiss. “When that little slut touched you, I thought I was gonna lose my mind,” I admitted, pressing my body flush against his, effectively pinning him to the wall. My need to take over and claim what was mine was driving me.
“Stupid girl wouldn’t take no for an answer,” he said breathlessly as he tilted his head to the side for a kiss. Taking his mouth for a brutal kiss, I then rubbed my groin against him. He shuddered and released my hair so he could fumble with the belt on my slacks.
“Go over to the desk and take your clothes off.” I stepped back. My fingers had no problem unbuckling my belt and moving to the button and zipper of my slacks. Ryan did as he was told. It was becoming clear to me why someone so dominant in his own right just bent to my will when I used the commanding tone; he needed this.
I ran my hand slowly down Ryan’s back. The muscles bunched under my fingertips as he shuddered in pleasure. I bent him over the desk kissing and licking my way down his back. With the other hand, I reached around to his mouth. “Suck it. Get it all nice and wet for me.” We’d done some ass play, so he knew I wasn’t planning to breach him with anything other than my fingers. Before anything else happened, I needed his consent, and even more, I needed to see and truly know he was ready.
His lips wrapped around my finger like it was my cock. “Are you ready for me? I’m gonna take this asshole now.”
Ryan squirmed and sucked harder on my finger. I was nearly wild as I pulled it from his mouth. He released it with a pop. “Keep your hands on the desk. Don’t move them.” He tensed when my finger circled the bundle of nerves. Leaning over him, I blew out a breath across his neck, before peppering him with kisses. He slowly relaxed at my touch and I pressed inside with my finger. He groaned as I pushed in a farther, slowly pumping in and out, until his body was sucking me in. His hips started to buck but he thought better of it and stilled. He learned quickly after that first night, not realizing how bad the burn could be without being stretched well enough before. Seeing him strain not to rock, I knew he was ready for a second finger.
"How good does this feel? You need my fingers, don’t you, Ryan. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Oh God, Philip, please. I need... my cock. I need to come,” he said in a strangled tone. Willing to give him some relief, I reached around and stroked him a couple times, teasing him with the barest of brushes across his prostate at the same time.
“You beg so pretty, Ryan,” I whispered in his ear, tightening my grip on his cock, as I pushed my fingers in, knowing exactly the spot they needed to hit.
The stifled cry that left his mouth as he came in my hand had me growling. “Next time you come, baby, it’ll be my cock inside of you,” I said, as he lost all control, his body giving everything up to me.
“Remember this moment when slutty little girls try to pick you up.” It was stupid petty jealousy but Ryan was mine, and even though I still wasn’t comfortable with the situation, no one else had the right to sniff around. This entire scene was about me needing to own a piece of him, and giving him something I knew granted a bit of peace from the thoughts that raged within him.
As Ryan came down from his high, he let out a choked laugh. I pulled my fingers from him, massaging his hole to help with the new sensations he was feeling. “Do you know what I told her?”
“No.” I stepped back, allowing him space to grab his pants and pull them back up, and counting to fifty to try and calm my hard-as-hell cock.
When he turned to face me, the pressure on my dick eased. His face was flushed, his shoulders were relaxed, and the full breath and humor in his voice gave me a peace of my own. Seeing him happy was worth everything. “I told her my boyfriend had a huge cock and she couldn’t possibly be better than that.” He winked at me. “Though it didn’t seem to deter her. After I said that, it sounded as though she was angling for a three way.”
I glanced up to see him give me a curious look. Was he wondering if I’d be into it? Did he want it, or was he questioning if he was enough for me? We still weren’t to that talking stage of our relationship yet. Negative thoughts about how much I could possibly be screwing up both our lives still plagued me. But there was one thing I was damn sure of. “That, Ryan, is never gonna happen.”
He took huge breath, which I was going to assume was a good sign. Adjusting myself in my slacks was a lot easier now that he’d mentioned the little blonde. Once he got himself dressed, we worked in silence for two hours before I called a halt to the day. “I planned a dinner with Abby and Martha, so I need to cut this short, but I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, I have to cover a shift at the diner. I’ll be done around nine if you, um, want to come by,” he said awkwardly as though it really was a question.
“Maybe, I’ll see how dinner goes,” I said noncommittally. The thought of going to his dorm still freaked me out, but we now had a valid excuse to see each other outside of class.
Sitting in the local pizza place, it was easy to see how apart Abby was from the other kids. After spending less than five minutes in the play area with the huge indoor gym, she joined us back at the table. “How do you like your new school, Abby?”
“It’s okay, I guess.” She shrugged not meeting my eyes. Something was wrong. Abby was usually a happy kid for the most part. I looked to Martha, whose eyes shone with tears.
“What’s wrong, Abby?” I asked softly.
“Sylvia c-came to my school today,” she muttered under her breath. “After school,” she qualified, since I knew damn well the woman wasn’t allowed near the child.
“Did she say anything to you?”
“I, uh…” She looked around with terrified eyes, as though expecting to see her former foster parents. “She threatened to hurt me if I told anyone.”
Reaching across the table, I placed my hands up so she could grab them if she chose. She did. I squeezed them both lightly in mine. “Sylvia isn’t going to hurt you ever again, understand? You have, Daniel, Martha, Ryan and I to protect you. I promise you, honey. She will not harm you. The school will not allow her on the premises, and if you see her again, you need to run into the school and tell your teacher immediately, okay?” Everyone I mentioned would do their very best to keep the promise I just made to her. Even if Ryan and I took turns picking her up from school so she didn’t have to ride the bus, we’d do it.
She looked up at me and Martha with hopeful eyes and I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms. “Really?”
“Yes,” Martha and I said at the same time.
“We’ll protect you. You just worry about being a kid and doing homework. Let the grown-ups worry about the rest.”
She took Martha’s hand to drag her back up to the counter and refill her soda. I pulled out my phone and shot off a text to Daniel.
Me: Sylvia is out and tormenting Abby. You need to do something.
It was a matter of minutes before he texted me back.
Daniel: What! Shit, I’ll put a call into the department now to get this sorted. One of the officers will visit with her tonight. Was she on school property?
Me: No, according to Abby, she was on the sidewalk by the fence, where Abby heard her yelling threats.
Daniel: Damn the woman. Okay, I’ll keep you posted.
Me: Thanks.
Putting my phone back in my pocket, she and Martha arrived at the table with refills. Root beer for me, Coke for Martha, and something red for Abby. “I just texted Daniel. He’s figuring this out and is calling the police. We’ll keep you safe. Now, eat your pizza, drink up whatever that red sugar stuff is, and then you can kick my butt at Skeeball.”
Later, after having my ass handed to me five times by a nine-year-old at Skeeball, the first evidence of her being tired came when she started to whine about another game. “C’mon, kiddo, another time. It’s time for me to take you both home.”
It was eight thirty by the time we pulled into the driveway. “Martha, do you need me to check and make sure everything’s locked? Just in case?”
“Philip, we’re fine. My late husband was paranoid retired police detective. All the windows have been bolted down for years. No one is getting inside unless they break a window. I may be old, but I’m not stupid and my hearing is as good as it ever was. If anyone gets in, I have a shotgun shell with their name on it.” I chuckled, which wasn’t appropriate, because the old woman looked completely serious.
“Okay then, call me if you have any problems.”
I left reluctantly, still completely distracted as I drove to the dorms. Ryan needed to know what was happening with Abby, so when he was with her, he’d be on the alert. At about nine thirty I knocked on Ryan’s door and waited. It wasn’t long before he opened the door with a smile in his boxers. Is he trying to kill me? “Hey,” he greeted, then quickly asked, “what’s wrong?”
The smile slid from his face as I relayed the events of the day Abby had. “They let those psychos out on bail?” He got up off the chair, as though he was about to leave and go check on Abby himself.
“Ryan, Abby and Martha are fine. Martha assured me the house was locked up tight. No one can get in.”
“I should have been there to pick her up from school. I didn’t rearrange my schedule this we—”
“Hey.” I stood up and went over to him. “Don’t do that. You’re there for her as often as you can be.” I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Abby knows that. We can figure out timing so that one of us checks in on them every day. Daniel is going to talk to the police and hopefully get her for violating conditions of her bail, but it may take a while to find her. I’m assuming she’s moved and is laying low. Unfortunately since Abby didn’t see Harold, even if they do get Sylvia, he’s still free.”
“Shit. You know that sick fuck won’t let this go.” He pulled away from me and paced back and forth across the room.
“It doesn’t matter because we won’t let him anywhere near her, okay?” Focusing for the first time that he was in nothing but his boxers, I quickly glanced down and a groan slipped past my lips. That was dangerous. He walked over to me, probably noticing the heat of my glare as my eyes trailed up and down his body. With him just a step in from of me, I slid my hands up and down his sides, knowing full well, I wasn’t doing it in comfort. Ryan reached up and kissed me, hard, and all thoughts of protecting Abby and giving her a normal life went flying out the window.
His kiss ratcheted up a level and he put his hands on my waist, his fingers trailing to the edge of my jeans. That first week I’d figured out that Ryan’s response to stress was to fuck it away. He needed the noise in his head to quiet. It wasn’t healthy, but at the moment I needed that type of comfort and intimacy too. His hands then travelled up underneath the hem of my shirt. I
shuddered at the skin to skin contact. It wasn’t but a second before my shirt ended up on the floor and I was pushing Ryan back toward the bed. He fell back and I covered his body with mine. My hips rocked of their own accord and he gasped into my mouth. I rolled my hips again, rubbing my jean clad cock against his. He was still wearing his boxers so I pushed them down, pulling his cock out to stroke him. His eyes glazed over with lust.
A knock on the door brought us out of our haze. “Go away,” Ryan yelled. I knew it couldn’t be a roommate since he lived in a single, but when I heard the female voice call out, I froze.
“Ry, answer the door.”
“Shit, it’s Courtney. She can’t see you here.” Ryan looked around wildly. I growled. Who the fuck is Courtney and why is Ryan panicking right now? “Get in the closet. I’ll get rid of her.” He kissed me hard and pushed me off of him, grabbing my shirt off the floor, tossing it at me all while strongly guiding me to the closet door.
What the fuck?
I stood there for long minutes barely able to make out the raised voices until silence fell over the room. This was a major close call. Maybe a little too close. I hadn’t forgotten about my reservations being with Ryan, I just got caught up in him. While Ryan claimed he never did repeats, we had been going at it just about every day. It didn’t take my degree to figure out why. We were both attracted to each other, but we were also giving each other something we needed. Ryan needed time for his brain to switch off, and trust the person with taking that control. I needed him to concede that power to me, to trust me to handle it for him. While I enjoyed dominating in sex, my needs went further for Ryan.
When the silence carried along a little too long, I figured whoever this Courtney was had left and I opened the door. My eyes went wide when I saw a redhead standing there looking at me wide-eyed.
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