I processed all of this in only a few seconds, returning my attention to Keli as she offered to hang up my coat. At least with the weather as bad as it was, I didn’t need to feel awkward about taking off my dress shoes at the door. I always hated this part of spontaneity. The how far and how much and where were things going. I had reliable intuition when it came to business, and when women threw themselves at me, their intentions were clear enough.
When I planned a date, I had a few things I always did to gauge a woman’s level of desired physical contact, such as a hand at the small of her back as we walked or touching her fingers when we both reached for something. I wanted to be in control, but I never wanted to be the kind of man whose desire to take charge went too far. It was a fine line to walk at times.
“We should probably get out of the rest of these wet clothes,” Keli said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, giving me a glimpse of a dark green bra before she bent to take off her pants as well. When she straightened, I saw that her panties were made of the same cotton as her bra. She put her hands on her hips, her smile telling me she enjoyed my attention as much as I enjoyed looking at her.
“All right, it’s your turn.”
“You’re still wearing something,” I pointed out.
She shook her head. “They’re called bargaining chips. You don’t get to see the goods until you’re at least down to your boxers.” Her cheeks turned pink as her gaze dropped below my waist. “Unless they’re briefs.”
I loosened my tie, then took it off. Next, I unbuttoned my dress shirt, all the while keeping my eyes on her. Each movement I made was deliberate, specifically done to register her response. The way her pupils dilated and her lips parted.
When I was left in my boxer-briefs, she wet her lips. “Damn.”
I chuckled. “Thank you. You’re quite stunning yourself.”
She flushed, clearly happy with the compliment. A smile on her face, she held out her hand. Curious as to what was in her mind, I took it and let her move me to the bed.
“Lay down.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Please.” She ran her fingers up my arm and then down my chest. “I want you in my mouth.”
That wasn’t an offer I could refuse, but I did intend to modify it.
I climbed onto the bed, shaking my head as my feet hung over the edge. I spared a moment’s thought to hope the athletic dorms had bigger beds. I couldn’t imagine many of them would be able to sleep on one this size.
“You can scoot up if that’s uncomfortable.” She gave me a saucy smile. “I can work that way.”
I shook my head. “I want you up here.” She looked confused, so I added, “I’m going to reciprocate, lass.”
Her smile widened, and she hurried to do as I asked, settling with her knees on either side of my head. I curled my hands around her thighs, helping her balance as she leaned forward.
I made a sound as she mouthed the bulge in my underwear, teeth blunted by the fabric. Cool air wafted over my damp skin as she freed my cock, and I shifted my attention to her.
I ran the tip of my finger down the center of her underwear, then pulled it aside. Despite the thick curls on her head, her pussy was smooth and bare. While I didn’t actually have much of a preference when it came to this sort of grooming, bare skin meant extra sensitive skin. I’d enjoy working with that.
Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I pulled her hips down to my mouth. The tip of my tongue moved between her folds, and she let out a little gasp. When her lips wrapped around the head, my shaft thickened. It had been far too long since I’d had the hot, wet pleasure of a mouth on me, and she knew what she was doing. Up and down, her fist moved in sync with her head, creating duel sensations that could have driven me to distraction had I been a less focused man.
I found my own rhythm, my tongue moving up to her clit, and then down to her entrance. She cursed when my tongue slipped inside her, tasting the fresh, salty taste of her, but it was when I rubbed the flat of my tongue over her clit that she jerked, letting out a muffled squeak.
I chuckled but didn’t take my mouth from her. My curiosity had been piqued, and I wanted to know how many other sounds I could get her to make before she came. Her hips rocked back and forth as she sucked on me, deep pulls of her mouth that seemed to go straight through me. Neither of us spoke as we mutually gave and took.
The muscles under my hands trembled, and I suspected she was close. I shifted her, giving me the perfect angle to work over her clit harder and faster until she let out a cry and her body went stiff. Her grip tightened, and she raised her head, my cock falling from her mouth.
“Fuck, Alec,” she moaned. “Again. Make me come again.”
I slid two fingers inside her, searching, stroking as she fisted my cock in short, jerky movements that made up in friction what they lacked in finesse. My thumb found her clit, even more swollen now, and it took very little to coax her over the edge again.
This time, I followed, groaning her name as pleasure flooded me. Cum spilled over her hand, and she kept stroking me, dragging out my climax until her touch was almost painful. When she finally released me, my entire body was limp and sated…for now.
I wasn’t even close to finished, but I did need a few minutes to recover.
And some water.
