I draw in my breath as Neal reaches out to stroke my arm. He says, "You really have no idea, do you?"
"No idea about what," I manage to say as Neal walks into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.
"You have no idea how sexy you are, Dahlia," he says, and he draws me into his body. He's a foot taller than me and almost twice as wide. I can barely reach his shoulders to steady myself as he leans in to kiss me. I have never been kissed like this before. Neal's lips are hungry and soft as he presses into mine. I feel his tongue searching along my teeth, plunging into my mouth.
I'm overcome by the scent of him--Zest soap and deodorant and some essence of Neal that I can't describe. He must have come here right from the showers after hockey practice. I imagine him naked and wet in the shower and remind myself I might get to see him naked in a few minutes. As I'm fantasizing and breathing him in, his hands wander up and down the sides of my body, leaving trails of sparks and sending heat to my core.
He breaks the kiss but keeps stroking my body. Neal looks into my eyes and says, "Which one is your bedroom?"
He brushes my brown hair off my neck and begins to suck on the skin along my jaw. I lean my head back into his hand and moan softly. "Which one," he says again, pulling my hips against him. I can feel the hard bulge of his erection against my tummy and he thrusts against me urgently.
"First door on the right," I manage to say, and then I shriek as he picks me up so I'm straddling him. His hands are hooked under my legs, stretching out the material of my skirt, and he begins kissing me feverishly. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze his shoulders as he carries me down the hallway. He holds up my body with one hand while he throws open the door and flips on the light switch. I feel breathless and nervous. This is really happening now. Sex God Sweeney is in my room, and I start to worry that my history of lackluster lovemaking will turn Neal off. What if he storms out of here in disgust?
Neal lowers me down onto the bed and slides his hands down my legs. He begins stroking my calves and trails his fingers along my ankles until he flicks off my ballet flats. It feels so fucking good I can't do anything but lie back and soak it all in. Still fully dressed, he kneels on the ground at the foot of my bed and throws his baseball cap across the room. I reach for his hair and finally run my fingers through the wild curls as Neal dips his head to kiss my legs.
The slow, teasing kisses and touches fill me with an aching need. "Neal," I moan as he grabs behind my knees and yanks me to the edge of the bed.
"Fucking right, baby," he says, reaching slowly up my skirt. "You're going to say my name all night long." He hooks his fingers into the waist of my cotton panties and starts to slide them down my legs.
"Neal," I say again.
His lips are moving along my calves as he tosses my soaked panties behind his shoulder. "Mm?"
I touch his cheek and he looks up at me. "Why me? I've seen a thousand girls having eye sex with you every time we've been studying and…" My voice drifts off.
He shrugs at the foot of the bed. "You're real," he says, rubbing my leg. "You care about stuff." His hands creep higher up my leg, leaving my flesh burning with aching need for what I want to come next. "You're also sexy as hell and I want to hear you scream my name." He flashes me a wicked grin and places my legs up over his shoulders. He begins kissing and stroking my inner thighs, gradually working his way higher as I writhe beneath him. I realize that he's about to put his face into my crotch, and my nerves interrupt the moment. I'm suddenly afraid, my inexperience causing me to stiffen.
"Neal!" I reach out and touch his cheek to stop him. He looks up at me from between my legs, hitching my skirt up so my thighs can spread wider. "I've never had a guy go down on me before…"
Neal slides his palm along my thigh, nudging it to the side until my knees fall open as wide as they can. "Dahlia, it's going to feel so fucking good." There is no question in his tone, no hesitation, but my eyes must still reflect my concern, because he says, "Trust me, baby. You are going to taste amazing." His eyes look so hungry, and his searching hands feel so confident. I nod and drop my head back down onto the bed.
I quiet the nervous voice inside me and close my eyes as Neal begins his masterful work on my pussy. I feel his big fingers parting the soft curls that mask my clit, and then I feel his warm breath as he hovers above my quivering lower lips. His fingers are light, gently rubbing and stroking every layer, every secret fold. Jesus, this already feels amazing, I think. I jut my hips up toward his face and he laughs, a deep rumbling sound. He withdraws his head a bit and looks up at me again. "What do you want, Dahlia? Tell me and I'll do it."
His hands are still and my body quakes, yearning for him. I need him to touch me again. The need to feel his wet mouth on my clit is driving me mad. I raise my head again, my eyes wild. "Fuck! I want your tongue inside me. I want your mouth on my pussy. Please!" And I sigh as he does it. Neal slides his tongue along my slit, starting near my ass and stopping when he reaches the throbbing nubbin. I feel his fingers spreading my lower lips wide, opening me for him to do as he pleases.
And my god, his pleasure is my ecstasy. I forget all about being nervous, concentrating only on the feel of Neal's magic tongue. He works slowly, taking his time as he seems to savor the taste of my wetness. It's pouring out of me now, and I'm thrashing beneath him. My legs start to come together as my sensitive clit seeks relief and I feel his elbows pressing into my thighs to keep me spread wide. Neal withdraws his tongue and his fingers, and I whimper as he chuckles once more.
"Not yet, Dahlia. It's going to be so good. I'm going to eat you slowly." He sits back on his heels then and lifts his sweatshirt over his massive shoulders. He pulls off his t-shirt, too, and I get a glimpse of his chest. Neal is all hard angles. He's got a few scars on his abdomen, and I wonder what sort of fights he's been in on the ice to get them. There's not a spare ounce of flesh on his body, and deep lines of muscle lead from his stomach down to the waist of his jeans, where I can see a monstrous bulge straining the seams.
Neal slips my legs back over his shoulders and I love the feel of my skin against his. My calves dangle over his shoulders onto the smooth skin of his back as he opens me wide and slides two fingers inside my body. He curls the fingers toward himself and I grasp the sheets into my fists as his tongue finds my clit again. I didn't even realize my body worked this way until this moment. Whatever spot he's found inside me is shooting jets of sensation through my body, down my legs, into every inch of my skin.
When Neal starts to circle my tender bud with his tongue, he also begins sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy. I can't believe how full I feel just from his fingers, and I ache to get my hands on his cock. "Christ, Dahlia," he says, "You're so fucking wet." I feel the vibration of his voice on the sensitive skin of my upper thighs.
"Please, Neal, I need to cum." I am begging him now. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't have release, and I can tell that when it arrives, it's going to shatter my body. I begin to lift my hips to meet his mouth. Neal responds by removing his tongue from my clit. His fingers rub my thighs, my stomach, everywhere but my pussy, but his tongue delves inside me. I can feel his tongue thrusting in and out of my body and I'm unable to control the moans escaping me with every breath.
Neal licks upward once more, inserts two fingers inside me again, and blows on my clit. He says, "Now, Dahlia," and I detonate. I am out of control, and it feels so fucking good not to be concentrating. I am totally in the moment for maybe the first time in my life. My back arches and I'm screaming his name, thrusting my hips against his face as Neal keeps his flat tongue pressed against my clit. The muscles of my thighs contract against his head and he holds my body until the waves subside. I see stars, feel dizzy with the shock of what happened.
I am so blissed out I can't even move, but I notice him standing up as I begin to return to my body. He pulls a strip of condoms from his back pocket, puts them on the nightstand, and starts to take off
his jeans. I gasp when I finally see his cock. As he slides down his boxer briefs, it springs out, standing almost straight up against his stomach.
I feel half drunk from the aftershocks of my orgasm and I say, "I'm going to handle your stick." And then I blush again, embarrassed by the awful joke that just fell out of my mouth.
"You're damn right you are," he says, climbing onto the bed between my legs. He hovers above me, braced on his hands. His cock is enormous. I'm short, and even though I have pretty big boobs and my thighs are on the thick side, I can't imagine I can take all of Neal inside my body. He senses my concern and sits back on his heels again. He grabs my hand and wraps it around his dick and says, "I'm going to fit right inside you, Dahlia. Every inch will slide right inside you, and it's gonna feel so fucking good. I promise."
Sitting up, I stroke his length in wonder. His cock is so warm and smooth. He just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, so I trust him when he tells me it will feel good to fuck him. "I can't wait to be inside you, Dahlia," he whispers. He pulls me toward his chest again, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue and I moan again, feeling another gush of moisture seep out, sticky on my thighs.
"Take your dress off for me," Neal says. I bite my lower lip and do as he asks, slowly peeling the dress up and over my shoulders. I'm kneeling in front of him then in just a white cotton bra. I feel another surge of arousal as I hear Neal grunt his approval.
He reaches out to cup my breasts, gently lifting them in his hands and massaging the heavy globes. They don't quite fill his hands, but only because his hands are so big. My nipples are straining through the material, poking the palms of Neal's hands and when he finally lowers his mouth to one stiff peak, I sigh. He moves his thumb to touch the small tattoo I have on my chest, peeking out from my bra. "What's this?" he asks.
But I slide his hand away, not wanting to talk about that just now. "It's just a flower," I say, and pull his hand back down to my breast. He gets back to work teasing my breasts and I become putty in his hands.
I move my own hands along his body, savoring the feel of him beneath my skin. Wherever our bodies connect, I still feel electric jolts. This combined with his teasing my nipples through my bra has me nearly cumming again. I finally wrap my hand around the base of Neal's cock and squeeze him gently. The thought of stretching my pussy around his dick thrills me and I'm suddenly desperate to fuck him.
I reach behind my back and rip off my bra and then pull him down on top of me on the bed, loving the weight of him above my body. He's greedily sucking my bare breasts. The calm composure he had while eating me out is replaced by a savage hunger. I can tell we both need completion. "Neal," I grab his hair and lift his head. "I need you inside me. Right fucking now."
He reaches for the condom and rolls it on. He braces his weight above me on his forearms and I feel the tip of his cock nudging against my opening. I thrust my hips against him in response and he sinks inside my body, balls-deep.
I groan and arch my back at the sudden fullness. "Shit, Dahlia. I'm sorry," he says, starting to withdraw, but I shake my head. I'm unable to speak, but I let my hips talk for me as I shove up to meet him. He understands and begins to stroke in and out of me slowly as I adjust to the massive hardness filling my insides. I'm so wet and my body is so ripe from cumming. He primed my body for his dick with his tongue so that soon, I feel the pleasure I craved as his cock stretches me wide.
"Fuck me, Neal. Hard." I only have to say it once and he begins to pound into me. Each time he dips into my hips, he bumps against my pubic bone to increase the friction on my clit. He straightens his arms, raising his glorious chest above me to change the angle, and I can feel the tip of his dick bumping against my cervix when he drives home. I have never been filled this way before, never been fucked by someone with such urgency and passion.
I wrap my legs as far around his waist as I'm able and this gives me just the added layer of contact I need to feel a second orgasm roll through my body. "God, Neal, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Shit!" My hands dig into his waist. I open my eyes and see a sheen of sweat building on his forehead. Neal's blue eyes flash as his balls slap against my ass with each mighty thrust.
I want to cry, it feels so good. There is nothing else I need to be worried about in this moment. I'm not focused on my finances or getting caught or anything at all except Neal Sweeney stuffing my body with his iron dick. My head rolls from side to side and I swirl my hips around, wanting to touch his body in every way I can.
Suddenly, he rocks back onto his heels and pulls me up into his lap. He reaches one hand down to massage my breasts and holds the other hand on my stomach. His fingers are so close to my needy clit, but not touching it. He rocks in and out of me more slowly now, but each thrust is hard and deep and we both grunt with the impact. His right hand rolls my nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly in a way that sends signals directly to my pussy. His left thumb slides closer, closer to my clit as he continues fucking me relentlessly.
"Dahlia, I'm close," he says. "I want you to cum again for me."
I can only nod my head, and he finally presses his thumb against my clit. As he presses the pad of his thumb into my body, I feel myself turn inside out. "Fuck! Dahlia!" he screams and somewhere from within the cloud of my own pleasure, I feel him swell even larger. Neal's cock pulses inside me and I know he's spurting his own release.
Both of us are panting and gasping for air. He collapses on top of my body and we lie there, tangled together and sweaty, until our hearts slow and we're able to think about moving again.
CHAPTER FIVE
I can't tell if hours pass or only a few minutes. Slowly, my breathing returns to normal, and I'm basking in the calm quiet. My mind has never been this relaxed, and my body has never felt this still. What the hell did he just do to me, I wonder.
Neal begins stroking my arm. I weave my fingers into his big hand, draped across my waist. "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you in the student union," Neal says, his deep voice beside my ear.
"Hm?" I still feel drunk, not from the few drinks I had earlier but from three overpowering orgasms at the hand and mouth and cock of Neal Sweeney.
"When I saw your tits in that tight, red, geek shirt, with your messy hair and your wild eyes, I wanted to fuck you."
I pry myself out from under his arm and sit halfway up. "You? Wanted to fuck me?" Neal has to know he's fucking gorgeous. It would be hard not to know that. He can obviously tell how he's built and I've seen the women all over campus throwing themselves at the big name athletes for years now. "You can fuck any girl you want to, Neal."
He laughs. "I know, and I wanted to fuck you." He pulls me back down to lie next to him. "Do you really live in apartment 314?"
Now it's my turn to laugh. Linda and I saw this apartment come up last year and we knew we had to live here together. "What can I say? I'm a math nerd through and through." I'm still having a hard time accepting that he was somehow aroused by me in my jeans and t-shirt. "My eyes are not wild," I say, lying back down.
He rests his head on my arm and looks me in the eyes, and says, "Yes they are, Dahlia. Your eyes are the color of whiskey, and sometimes I think maybe actual sparks are going to shoot out of them if I don't hurry up and do what you say."
"So you're only learning math because you're afraid I'm going to light you on fire?"
He laughs. "Basically." Neal shifts in the bed and reaches to throw out the condom. "I told you before, though. You're good at explaining that shit. Every time you say 'logarithm' I get a hard on."
I smack his chest, but think back to my conversation in Professor Meyer's office earlier. I begin to absent-mindedly run my fingers along Neal's body as I worry about whether to tell him the newly-heightened stakes of his math performance.
"Hey, Neal, remember how I told you my funding is tied into working with you?" He closes his eyes and grunts, but I know he's heard me. "Your coach went to visit my department chair today."
He
opens his eyes and rolls over to look at me, suddenly very attentive. "Coach Thomas?"
I nod, continuing. "He was thrilled with how well you did in class. Everyone is really, really glad you did well on that mid-term. I guess there's like a bunch of filthy rich alumni looking to give money to the school if the hockey team keeps doing well."
This is not information that's new to him. I can see his attention waning again, and as he reaches for my breast I know I'm about to lose his focus. "Neal, they told me if you pass your final, they're going to arrange for me to get PhD funding working with the hockey team at Penn."
His hand freezes and his eyes turn cold. I feel him take in a breath and pause before exhaling, slowly. He scoffs and shakes his head. "They've sucked you in, too, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
He starts to sit up and puts his head in his hands, pulling back on his curly hair. "It's all about money to them, Dahlia. They only fucking care about the team because we bring in the big bucks. Do you think they'd really be paying your tuition if they weren't earning it back ten-fold from the TV deals? Make no mistake about it, babydoll. You're their bitch now every bit as much as me."
His voice is angry and I can tell whatever I've said has upset him. I feel concerned, and put a hand on his back. He turns, sharply, and says, "Oh, they'll make your dreams come true. Don't fucking worry about that. Jesus. Don't fucking do it, Dahlia. Don't take their money."
I don't even know what to say to him. "Neal, I've got nothing without this work-study job, ok? Nothing. I basically have to forge my worthless, drunk-ass dad's signature on the forms to even get this financial aide."
His face is softer now and he rubs my back. "I know how they rope you in. You think I could be here at SCU without a full ride for hockey? Look, it's just a lot of pressure is all."
I sigh and burrow into the covers. I'm suddenly feeling exhausted, but my body snaps to attention when I feel Neal's hand reaching up my leg. "What are you doing?" I ask him, one eyebrow raised.
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