The burn was intense but very welcome as Miller worked his way slowly inside me until I took him all the way to his root. I expected him to fuck me in earnest, but instead, Miller lowered himself on top of me and ravished my mouth slowly and completely. It was sweet and sexy, but I needed more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezed him tightly with my inner thighs, and thrust my hips upward to take his dick deeper inside me. Miller chuckled against my lips but took the hint and began to move inside me, slowly at first. I appreciated his consideration, but I wanted it hard and fast. I needed him to drive me to my limit and beyond. I raised my head off the pillow and bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him gasp.
I licked the indentation I left and smiled wickedly as his thrusts picked up in intensity. I was torn between trying to make him lose control and come inside me or making him hold off his orgasm until I could fuck it out of him. Either way, I’d be the reason he lost his load and his mind.
One of my favorite benefits of being tall was having long limbs, which I took advantage of while Miller fucked wildly into me. I kept my eyes locked on his while reaching for the lube. Thesnickof the bottle opening sounded louder than normal, but maybe my senses were just more in tune to everything around me. I lowered my legs to give me room to play and torment him.
I used my free hand to pour some lube down the crack of Miller’s sexy-as-sin ass. Miller groaned loudly when the cool liquid dribbled over his heated flesh. I teased his opening just as he’d done to me before I breached his tight passage with one finger. Miller’s thrusts lost their rhythm as I slid my finger in as deep as I could.
The groans coming from his throat were animalistic and ferocious. Miller angled his hips to peg my prostate with every sharp thrust forward, and it was my turn to falter. His wicked smile told me he knew exactly what he was doing. The urge to let go and come all over us both was intense, but I refused to give in that easily—not until I was buried deep inside his heat.
I continued to stretch him until he was pliable and ready, and he continued to plunder my depths until sweat beaded all over my body from the exertion of holding back my orgasm. My balls drew up ready to explode, and I knew it was time to flip or lose my load. If I only had one night with Miller, I needed to make it count.
I retracted my fingers from his tight entrance and used my strong legs to roll him over until he was the one on his back, and I was between his legs. I pulled the condom off his cock and tossed it to the floor. I smiled evilly when he practically snarled his outrage from beneath me. It seemed I wasn’t the only one about to come.
I grabbed a wrapped condom and held it up. “My turn, sexy.” I made quick work of rolling it on and lubing up before I pressed my cock to his ass and pushed inside him.
“Jag.” He roared my name as I penetrated him for the first time. I liked my name on his lips more than I should for a casual fuck, but there was no time to contemplate what that meant when his heat threatened to burn me alive. “Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”
I grabbed Miller’s hands, pinned them above his head, and fucked him mercilessly in response to the challenge. His pupils were so blown I could hardly see the pretty blue color of his eyes. Still, I was held captive in his gaze, unable to look away even if I’d wanted to.
“Come…G-g-going to come.” Miller’s voice was jagged and raw as if the words were being torn from him. I pressed on, not letting up on either my intensity or the pace. I needed to see him unravel beneath me, but I couldn’t say right then why it mattered so damn much. “Jag. Please.”
“Come, Miller.” Those two words broke something loose inside him, and his cum jetted from him in creamy ribbons that landed all over his stomach.
I lowered my upper body until I felt his slick heat rub against my skin as I chased my own climax. I kept our hands locked together above his head and picked up my pace when I felt the familiar tingle in my spine and the answering zing in my balls. I did something I rarely did with anyone. I lowered my mouth to his for a searing kiss as my orgasm ripped through me. Miller took my cries into his mouth as I spilled inside the condom.
My mouth didn’t leave his until the last ripple of my orgasm faded. I slowly pulled my mouth away from his at the same time I eased out of him. I flopped onto my back beside him and looked up at the ceiling while I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt both so alive yet so exhausted at the same time. I turned my head and found him looking at me. A sexy smile split his face, and I answered with one of my own.
“Why did you wait so long?” Miller’s teasing question made me laugh because if it had been left up to me, we would have fucked a month ago.
“I wasn’t sure we were compatible,” I replied cheekily.
“And now?”
“I don’t know, Miller.” I scrunched my face up to show uncertainty. “Sex this good has to be an anomaly, maybe a fluke.” I shrugged my shoulders casually and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing at the sour expression on his face.
“What you’re really saying is that you want to go another round, but you don’t want to admit it.” He nodded toward the door to my en suite bathroom. “How big is your shower?” That was all it took for blood to start rushing back to my dick again.
“Big enough for us to get clean before we get dirty again.”
“Let’s go then,” Miller said as he rolled off the bed. “Bring the condoms and lube.”
I smiled at his sassy remark until my eyes landed on the bounce of his gorgeous ass. I had no clue what the hell was happening between us, but I decided not to question it and enjoy whatever it turned out to be.
Miller
Isquirmed in my office chair for the millionth time in hopes of finding a more comfortable position for my tender ass. One would have thought the ache would have made a person regret their reckless actions the previous night, but not me. Each zing of discomfort reminded me of how good it had felt to have Jag buried inside me, how dark his eyes had gotten when he neared his orgasm, and the delicious weight of him pinning my hands to the bed above my head. I had zero regrets, except that my body was eager to experience Jag again, but my brain doubted it would ever happen.
“Exciting night?” I hadn’t even realized my teaching assistant, Gavin Anderson, had entered the room. His voice startled me, and I jerked my head up to look at him. He wore a shit-eating grin as he stood there with a Starbucks cup in each hand. His grin told me he knew exactly why I was squirming in my damn chair.
“I’m not discussing my personal life with you, Gavin.” My gentle rebuke was a reminder that I was the professor, and he was my TA. It had been obvious to me the first day I met Gavin that he was interested in being more, but I valued my job far more than a quick fuck. I had landed my dream job teaching archeology and anthropology at Georgetown. I didn’t spend much time on archeological digs like I had dreamed of doing as a hormonal teenager who’d lusted after Indiana Jones, but I loved my job.
“My apologies, Dr. Brexler.” The ornery grin never left his face, which told me he wasn’t sorry about anything, but he had brought me my favorite latte, so I could forgive him. “You owe me five dollars for the coffee since it wouldn’t beappropriatefor me to buy it for you.”
“Smartass,” I mumbled beneath my breath as I fished my wallet from my desk drawer and handed him a five-dollar bill along with a stack of papers that needed to be read and graded by the next day. The grin slid off his face as he accepted the cash and the papers before taking a seat at his desk. It was my turn to smile, but at least I waited until he had his back to me.
I did my best to sit still and ignore the ache and tingle from the hard fucking I’d both given and received. I needed to review my lecture notes for my classes the next day to see if I wanted to change anything up. I loved having a free planning day in the middle of the week to catch my breath and prepare for the rest of the week. The fall semester had just started, and I was still making adjustments to my lesson plans. I could at least celebrate the fact that no one had fallen asleep during my lectures up to that point.
