by Lainey Davis
He withdraws his tongue and begins to massage my legs as I come down. My heart begins to slow as he climbs from between my legs to lie on the bed beside me. "That was…" I'm not able to finish my sentence, but when I look into his eyes, he is smiling. His face is so warm, so caring, that I want to preserve this moment forever.
"That was fucking hot, Serena," he says, working to unhook my bra. I nod in agreement. As I regain feeling in my limbs, I reach to explore his body. I can't believe I finally get to touch him as much as I want, and I rub my palms up and down his sides. Emboldened, I press him onto his back and straddle him, feeling the bulge of his cock straining against his boxers, hard against the slick tunnel of my pussy.
I sway my hips as I dip to kiss him, to lick his chest and run my fingers down his side. I see goosebumps rise on his skin as I run soft fingers down his ribs. Suddenly, I can't wait another minute to see Talon naked. I yank down his shorts, revealing the steel rod of his cock. He moans softly as I reach to touch it.
I trace one hand along the curve of his butt, feeling the indentation at the top of his thigh. With the other, I wrap my fist around the base of his dick, feeling the warm, firm weight of it in my fingers. "Tell me what you like," I say.
"Ahh, all of it, Serena. Touch me," he moans. I start to stroke him, lightly at first, until his hips lift from the bed. Bracing myself with one hand on his chest, I bend and lick the tip of him with my tongue. I taste the tang of his precum and hear Talon groan, more urgent now.
"I've never done any of this before," I tell him, continuing to rub his cock, occasionally lapping it with my tongue.
He twists around until I find myself beneath him again, and he says, "Maybe we'll practice that another time, hm?"
He nudges my legs wider with his knee, settling in between my thighs. I can feel the tip of him pressed against my body and I want this so urgently. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me wide, filling me to the brim.
"Are you sure you want this, Serena?" he asks, kissing me.
"Very much," I gasp, bucking my hips against his body, feeling that hard cock at the entrance to my pussy. When Talon reaches for his nightstand drawer and starts fumbling around, I touch his arm. "Talon, I'm on the pill. Can it just be you inside me? Just us?"
He groans again, kissing me. I feel his chest against my taut nipples as he adjusts his body. He presses his forehead against mine and I feel him start to press, so slowly, into my body. He withdraws, then presses forward. Slowly, so slowly, he sinks into my depths, his eyes locked on mine. I'm breathing slowly and deliberately now, not in pain, but slightly uncomfortable at first.
"Am I hurting you?" He strokes my cheek and his lower body freezes.
"Mmm stay still for a minute," I say. I breathe a few times and, with him holding still, I begin to move my body. As I thrust my own hips, I feel him slide into me until he is fully sheathed.
"You're so wet and tight, Serena," he breathes. His eyes are shut now, his face concentrating. "God, you feel so good."
"Talon," I say, and he opens his eyes. "Fuck me."
His eyebrows raise, and I begin to move. I wrap my legs around his waist--I can just barely get my feet to meet around him--and start to rock my hips. I feel his iron dick sliding in and out, slick with my need, and Talon braces himself on his forearms.
Grunting now, he begins to slam into my body. Our hips meet. I look down to see him disappearing into my body and I begin to sigh. My arms locked around his shoulders, I throw my head back. When I tilt my hips just so, I feel his pubic bone stroking my clit with each thrust.
Suddenly, I am lost again to the pleasure Talon builds in my core. As he shifts his weight, he starts to move faster, harder, sliding me up the bed with each movement until my head thumps against his headboard. "Yes, Talon, fuck me. Fuck me just like that. Oh God!" I begin screaming as my body erupts, and I barely notice as he rocks back, sitting onto his heels and pulling my body up onto his lap.
From this angle, his cock feels like he might split me in two. He is holding my hips now, pulling me into his body again and again. "Serena, oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Are you close, baby?"
I can hardly breathe, but I realize Talon wants me to cum a third time before he succumbs to the pull of his own need. I am unable to speak, writhing on the bed, slapping at the sheets. Talon rests a warm thumb right on my clit as he drives his cock into me. I feel his balls against my ass and when he starts to circle his thumb, I howl. "Yes! Yes, Talon! Yes, now!" I see fireworks and I feel my orgasm spread up until the tips of my ears are throbbing.
I open my eyes to see Talon's face transformed by his pleasure. I feel a warm spurt of liquid as he releases inside me, pumping me full of his pent-up desire until it seeps around the base of his cock, moist on my upper thighs.
Talon, his chest heaving, collapses on top of me. The two of us are slick with sweat, and I close my eyes, fully content.
Chapter Twenty-Two
"Is it always that intense," I ask, an eternity later.
I feel Talon slide out of my body, and I groan, missing the feeling of connection with him.
"Shit, Serena, did I hurt you?" Talon's face is etched with concern.
I reach up to pull him close and kiss him deeply. "I just already miss feeling you inside me," I say. As I shift my body slightly, though, I realize I do feel a bit tender. He sees me wince and raises an eyebrow. "It hurts a little," I admit.
Talon peppers a trail of kisses down my body to my collarbone, but then climbs out of bed. "I'll be right back," he says, walking to the door. "Don't go anywhere." I can tell he's joking, because I feel like I could pass out and sleep for an eternity. I close my eyes until I hear him come back, and then I feel him washing me with a warm, soft washcloth.
"Mmm," I say. "That feels nice." And then he climbs into bed beside me, snuggles me close against his body, still naked. Talon turns off the light and I feel him nestle his chin into the dip of my shoulder, his breath warm and comforting.
"It's not," he says. I roll over a bit to look at him, my brow furrowed in confusion. "It's not always that intense. This was…" his voice trails off as he searches for the right words. I reach up for a kiss, silencing him, and then I drift off to sleep in his arms.
I wake up sometime later to feel him hard against my bottom. I can't tell whether he's still asleep until I tilt my hips. In response, I feel his hand drop down between my legs. Wordless, gently, he begins to massage my clit. I wrap my arm around his neck, pulling him in to kiss me, and I feel him enter me from behind. This is a fully new sensation. Here in the dark, snuggled against him, I am overcome by passion.
As Talon penetrates me from behind, I feel him stroking some undiscovered, magical spot inside my body. "Oh!" I gasp, as he begins to flick my clit. He thrusts faster, holding me against his body, until I feel him shudder. I moan in his hands and we cum together, shaking and panting, the warmth of his release spraying inside me as his dick swells impossibly large in my body.
He breathes, "Serena," against my neck, and I turn my head in response, kissing him until we both melt back into sleep.
In the morning, I feel happier than I've felt in years. The gray light creeps through Talon's blinds and I roll over in his arms, kissing his cheek. "Don't you have PT or weight training or something?" I ask him.
"Mmmm," he grumbles without opening his eyes. "Not today."
I trace the line of his jaw with a finger, enjoying the look of contentment on his face as he tries to sleep. I was expecting to feel different after my first time, and I do, but not because I'd just had sex with some guy. I feel more complete somehow, as if I'd been missing this connection with Talon and didn't fully understand that. "Hey," I say to him. He opens his eyes and his gaze meets mine. "How's it feel to bang the same girl twice?"
He smiles and I feel him pull me more tightly against him, and then I feel his cock hardening between us, thick against my belly. "It feels amazing to make love to you, Serena," he whispers, kissing me. He nips at my earlo
be and says, "I don't ever want to stop."
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next few weeks fly by in a blur. I spend almost every minute of my time with Talon, apart from when I'm in class or he's at football. And almost every second I spend with Talon, we're naked.
We've moved our research sessions to his bedroom, where he proves agile enough to type and strum my body into ecstasy. I've given up even trying to concentrate on work until after we have sex. Our presentation is in one week and I try to email Matt to make an appointment with him to review our notes one last time. I say try because Talon is biting at my neck as I'm typing. "Talon, stop! We already had sex twice today." I swat him away so I can finish the email. "Don't you ever get enough?"
I shriek as he flattens me down against the sheets, blowing a raspberry against my neck. "Never," he says. "I can never get enough of you." But he kisses me once more and climbs out of bed. While he's getting dressed, I set a time with Professor Jacobs.
"Hey, Talon, can you make a 1:45 meeting with Matt to review our draft?" I start to tug on my own clothes, knowing Alissa is going to kill me if I miss another dinner with her.
Talon, his head half in the closet, says, "It'll be tight but I can come right from watching film in the morning. Will you add the meeting into my phone for me?" It's such an intimate request, a small thing like that, but his phone is his personal space. I smile when I see that he set a picture of us as his lock screen and type in "meet smoking hot girlfriend at Professor Jacobs office" into his calendar for tomorrow.
When we walk into the hall so I can leave, CJ and some of the guys are playing a video game on the couch. "Nacho!" he yells to me. I flip him off playfully and make to walk out the door, but CJ beckons me over. He pulls me down and pecks me on the cheek, grinning, and says, "Send that to my girl for me." He winks at Talon, who isn't sure how to respond, but everyone laughs.
Talon walks me to the hall, where he kisses me long and deep. "Why can't you come back and sleep over," he pouts, rubbing my shoulders.
"I told you, it's girls night. Alissa and I are going to watch garbage television and talk about you and your roommate." I peck him on the nose and rub his cheek. "But I'll miss you very much, my Claw." He growls and I laugh, but I know if I don't peel myself away I'll never make it home to my roommate.
Alissa and I spend the evening catching up and making plans for our spring break trip. Since both our boyfriends have two-a-day football practices the whole week, we decided to leave them behind and fly to the beach together. My uncle even shared his hotel points with us, so of course we told Erin, Sara, and Mindy they could crash in our suite. It'll be my first trip with friends and talking about it with Alissa leaves me feeling very excited in a way I haven't known since my dad died.
By next morning when I walk to Matt's office, I'm feeling like I have my life put together. Talon is feeling really confident about his knee and looking forward to the NFL draft at the end of April. We haven't talked about things long term, but most cities with professional teams have big universities with statistics programs, so I know I can take Coach Burns up on his offer to help me with my grad school acceptance. I finally have friends. Classes are going well. I open the door to my professor's office feeling like I know my path forward, like I have my shit together for the first time since I lost my parents.
"Serena! Hey, come on in," he says, closing the door behind me. I sit down and Matt surprises me a bit by taking the seat next to me instead of sitting in his desk chair.
"Talon said he was coming right from film," I start to explain, "so he might be a bit late."
Matt grunts and tosses a folder onto his desk. "Well, we've come to expect that, haven't we?"
Something feels off about this meeting and alarm bells start going off, but I remind myself that Talon did waltz in late and disrupt class for the first few weeks. I look up at Matt, waiting for him to continue.
"Serena, I gotta say, I was really impressed by your work here," he says. "This is all excellent. Seriously--my grad students at Dartmouth aren't writing this well."
"Really?"
He nods, leaning forward. "Truly. You have a brilliant mind for statistics."
Beaming, I begin to tell him how Talon and I worked together so well on this paper. "The whole thing flowed so well for us once we found a topic we both felt passionate--"
"Serena, I get it." He interrupts me and puts a hand on my knee. I stare down at his hand and my body turns to stone. He continues, "You don't have to cover for him. I told you at the beginning of the semester, I knew it would be you picking up the slack for this guy."
I start shaking my head. "No. I was so wrong." Matt Jacobs fingers begin to rub my leg. I flush, not sure what to do. My voice is a whisper when I say, "I…misread him…"
A few months ago, I would have jumped at this opportunity. Hell, I'd thrown myself at Professor Jacobs right here in this office. But now this all feels wrong. I feel violated by his hand on my leg and wish I could figure out how to get out of this room. Matt begins to lean toward me and I recoil, but just as I reach for his hand to remove it from my leg, I hear the door to his office click open.
Talon stands in the doorway looking down at Matt Jacobs' hand on my leg, at my hand on his hand, at him leaned close to my body. I see his face change, the anger flood through his body. His mouth dangles open in shock. "What the fuck?"
I leap from the seat, unfrozen at last, and rush toward Talon, who shakes his head. He holds out his arm to stop me. "Do not fucking touch me, Serena." He starts to walk away.
Matt coughs and stands. "Mr. Kelly, I think perhaps you misinterpreted something and--"
"Fuck you." Talon's stare would freeze lava. "You don't think I can tell someone's fishing for pussy?" He whips his head toward me. "You got what you wanted, didn't you? Practice with me until you can finally bag this guy's dick."
He storms down the hall. I don't even look back as I sprint after him, screaming his name. But Talon is a foot taller than me and moving fast. He's out of sight before I get outside the building.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Hours later, I'm sobbing in Alissa's lap at home. She's on the phone with CJ, who confirms that Talon was in a black mood at practice and hasn't come home. I wail to Alissa, "He thinks I was playing him, using him somehow!"
"He doesn't really think that, sweetie. He's just angry and doesn't know what to do."
"How do you know???"
"Because he loves you and that terrifies him." She is so sure of her words, so utterly confident. She strokes my hair until I fall into an exhausted sleep on the couch, where I stay for the next three days. I call Talon approximately 756 times. Ok, not approximate because my phone apparently keeps track of how many times I dial each number.
Eventually, the girls all barge into the apartment and throw open the blinds. Mindy opens the sliding door to the balcony, even though it's chilly outside, and Alissa pulls me onto the floor. "What the hell, assholes!" I moan into the hood of Talon's sweatshirt, which I haven't taken off.
"Serena, you're gross," Alissa nudges me with her foot. "We leave for our trip soon, you haven't packed, and you stink."
The other girls nod. I hear someone working the blender and they hand me a smoothie. Not until I begin drinking it do I realize how hungry I am. Alissa charges ahead, saying, "It's obvious Talon has your number blocked, so stop trying to call him. You don't owe him an apology because some asshole sexually harassed you in his office."
I bite my lip and sigh. "It's not harassment, Alissa."
Mindy interjects. "Actually, it's the exact definition of sexual harassment."
I look up at her. Everyone in the room stares at me with concern. "But I hit on him earlier in the semester," I wail. "I harassed him first!"
Mindy shakes her head. "Doesn't matter. He's a professor and you're a student. He has a code of conduct and he broke it and this isn't your fault, no matter what you did earlier in the semester." Mindy explains that I have a whole range of opt
ions that all include telling the dean that my professor touched my leg.
"Look," I say. "I just want to finish the damn project and be done with this class. You guys are right. I stink. Let me shower and I promise I'll start packing for Florida." I drain my smoothie glass and climb into the shower. When I emerge from the bathroom, everyone is still milling around the apartment, doing dishes and vacuuming the couch where I had been nesting.
"Thank you all for being here for me," I say. I start crying again, and this time because I realize I still really have my act together…apart from this one issue with class and my boyfriend not speaking to me. I have true friends.
A few days later, I still haven't heard a single peep from Talon. CJ told Alissa he comes in late at night, walks directly to his room, and slams the door. He's apparently been a huge jerk at practices, screaming at everyone for anything less than perfection. CJ thinks he's been spending every spare second in the weight room, conditioning for the NFL combine.
So, as I walk to class, I dread making eye contact with Matt Jacobs, I have no idea whether my partner will show up for our presentation, and I'm not sure how I'll respond to him if he does. I have no idea what to do with any of my emotions, so I just drag my feet. I pause outside the door and think of Coach Burns delivering his pre-game speech. Imagine yourself doing everything right, he always tells the guys. Close your eyes and see yourself winning. And so I do. I close my eyes, imagine the presentation going off beautifully. My breath hitches as I imagine hugging Talon while the class applauds.
I feel a presence behind me and open my eyes, turning to face the wall of Talon's chest.
I stare into his eyes, which are cold and emotionless. He clenches his jaw. "I wasn't sure if you'd come," I say.
