“Carry on, then, but don’t dawdle.” I lean back, spreading my legs wider. She’s already licking the pre-cum and moaning. “You’re a fucking dream, baby.”
She lubes up my entire dick with her saliva and says, “Did you dream about me doing this to you when you were in college?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Tell me.” She looks up at me as she licks up my shaft. “Tell me what you fantasized about.”
“I had so many fantasies, it would take a year.”
“Tell me about one thing.”
“Your hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock.”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“While I highlight my class notes on pseudo-nominal complexity.”
“Mmmmm.”
“You’re under my desk in my dorm room, naked.”
“Oooooh.”
“You make a joke about programming my Python.”
“Sure.”
“You get all sloppy with your tongue, just like that. So eager to please me,” I say. “And then you complain about how big I am and take me deep, to the back of your throat, choking on my cock. I have to get to a lecture in fifteen minutes, so I tell you to hurry up and make me come. That makes you mad, but you do what I say because it’s my fantasy. And then you tell me you want me to come all over you, because that’s your fantasy.”
“I do want you to come all over me,” I hear Olivia say.
My vision is so blurry, and I’m losing my mind. Did she just say that? “Really? Now?”
“Yeah.”
“If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what my baby’s gonna get.”
Olivia leans back, resting on her hands, knees on the ground, watching me intently with hooded eyes. A groan emerges deep from my throat. I want to drop to my knees and thank her, but I get up from the chair, wrap my fist around my cock, and give it a few long, slow strokes.
“You sure this is what you want?” I stroke myself harder, faster.
She licks her lips, massages her breasts, and says, grinning, “All over my tits, Johnny. Hurry, before you’re late for class.”
Fuck me.
Real Olivia is dirtier than I ever allowed myself to dream of.
I stifle a groan and feel her hands over mine, guiding my explosion onto her chest. But I can’t keep my eyes open to watch myself come on her tits. That’s the only way the fantasy topped this—I could always see her when I came.
I don’t know if there are birds in the tree above us or neighbors with their ears pressed against the vine-covered fence behind me, and I don’t even care if the king himself is flying overhead in a helicopter.
For now, I don’t even care that I don’t care.
My legs are weak. I sit back in the chair and try to keep my head up. “Baby,” I whisper, reaching for her.
“Look,” she says. She’s staring down at the glistening, cloudy-white liquid.
I pull her to me and kiss her deeply. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there’s a thought about a driver and a time and a reservation and some business things that are probably important. But in front of me is the woman I’ve been planning to marry, who just asked me to come all over her, so fuck absolutely everything else.
