Extra Credit: A Dirty & Diverse Novella Page 6

  With my mouth hovering just over her cunt, I inhale deeply, filling my nostrils with the scent of her. She starts to close her legs but I hold them open.

  “Don’t you dare close up on me. You smell delicious and I want to savor you. Your pussy smells like a pussy. I fucking love it. It smells like MY goddamn pussy. Like the only pussy I’ll ever want again. And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it, you got that?”

  Her response is another low moan as she writhes on the bed.

  Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I let myself have a taste. I know I don’t deserve it, I know I should wait. But my girl needs something only I can give her, and I’d never deny her anything. Never.

  Her sweet, slightly musky taste bursts on my tongue, and suddenly I’m drowning in the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. She’s the most delicious thing.

  I’m an addict already, I know it in my bones. She owns me. But she has no idea. I know she doesn’t truly understand the extent to which I’m gone over her. But I’ll make her understand. I’ll show her that this is it for me.

  I flick my tongue over her perfect little clit, loving the way she grips my hair as if trying to keep me there or push me away. It seems like she’s torn between the options, and I just bury my entire face into her wet, open cunt. I want her filling my every pore. I want her on me, inside my nostrils, all over my tongue. I’ll never get enough of her. She’s so fucking perfect.

  I slip my index finger over her dripping entrance and take my time pushing into her. Christ, she’s tight. So fucking tight.

  “How does that feel, beautiful? Is it okay?” I ask, looking up at her blissed-out face as she starts riding my hand. I can’t help the grin that forms while I watch her take her pleasure from me.

  Her movements falter when she realizes I’ve stopped moving and am transfixed by her gyrating on my hand. Her own hand flies up to cover her mouth. “Oh! I’m... sorry. I’m getting carried away it just feels...,” she trails off, shaking her head and avoiding my eyes.

  I reach up with my free hand, still not removing my other one from her tight cunt, and turn her face to look at me.

  “Sweetheart, don’t you dare apologize to me for moving that pussy so sweetly over my hand. You’re perfection, absolute perfection, and I don’t want you thinking for a second that I’m not turned on as hell watching you like this. God, baby, you don’t understand yet, you don’t know what you do to me.”

  I slip another finger inside her too tight cunt and she whimpers again.

  “That’s right, don’t hide your noises from me. Give me all of them, make as much fucking noise as you want, so everyone knows that I’m the man taking care of this sweet pussy. I’m too much of a bastard but I’ll treat you so good, so fucking good.”

  “Show me,” she whines, “show me what I do to you. Ben, please. Fuck me.” Shit, she’s begging for me and I might not survive the night. But I refuse, I will not break. I unbutton my jeans to relieve the pressure on my cock, and I love the hungry way she tracks the movement, seemingly desperate for my cock. I’ll give it to her, eventually.

  I increase my pace, thrusting my fingers more rapidly inside her, as I flick her clit with my thumb, before sucking it into my mouth again. She jackknifes off the bed, my full-on assault on her pussy too much for her. I keep her pinned to my mouth as I attack her clit, alternating between flicking and sucking it between my teeth.

  “Oh, oh, oh my god, yes, that’s so...,” she trails off, her words replaced by moans and frantic whimpers.

  I release her clit for just a second. “Yes baby, fuck I feel you tightening around my fingers. Give me all of it, come all over me, okay baby?”

  She nods, nearly shivering with the need to come, and I tease her clit into my mouth again, renewing my thrusting with increased vigor. I never imagined fingering someone could be so fucking hot, but I’m pounding my own cock into the mattress, unable to stop myself from grinding into something, since I won’t let myself have her, not yet.

  “Y-yes, oh god, shit shit shit, fuuuuuuck,” she says as she comes all over me. I’m in heaven and hell as I feel her cunt spasming around my fingers and a surge of wetness coating my hand and my chin. I feel the familiar tightening of my balls and I can’t quite believe I’m about to come without being inside of her, but it’s going to happen.

  I pull away from her in order to reach into my boxers and pull out my painful dick. I see the way her eyes widen as she watches me, and I give a rueful shake of my head. “Not yet baby, I’m gonna finish myself off right now though if you don’t mind.”

  She whimpers and reaches for me but I gently shove her hand away. “Don’t you dare. You focus on getting yourself there again while I focus on taking care of this. Trust me baby, I only need like a minute of watching you, of looking at that pretty pussy all wet from your come.”

  Lina works her clit, the sight of it causing my dick to leak a little as I stroke myself faster and faster. My hand was already wet from her pussy so I use that as lube, reaching down to gather a little more wetness. I’m practically there, and I’m realizing I didn’t decide where to come before I pulled my dick out. I should have just forced myself to come inside my boxers.

  She reads my mind because suddenly she’s locking eyes with me, my sweet sexy girl. “I want you to come all over me, please,” she requests, and I nearly die right there.

  No no no, I’m shaking my head. I can’t. I shouldn’t.

  And yet...

  “Where, honey, where do you want my come?” I rasp.

  “Everywhere, give it to me everywhere. Wherever you want,” she says. “I’m close again, please come all over me, I don’t want to come until I feel you, please.”

  She’s so close to begging, and I’m so close to dying, at least that’s what it feels like.

  “Shit, baby, I’m about to come, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh fuck—”

  “Yes, please, come all over me,” she says, and I do.

  Thick ropes of my come shoot onto her belly, her tits, her pussy. It feels like I’m coming forever. In the back of my mind, I feel a twinge of regret for not getting to come inside her, but I know there will be time for that.

  In the midst of it, I register that she’s coming again too, just from rubbing her own clit, and I can’t stop myself from plunging my finger into her tight channel, helping push her over the edge and loving the delicious spasm of her cunt on my hand.

  Forever, forever. I could do this forever.

  I need to do this forever.

  When it’s all over, we collapse in a sticky heap on my bed. We need a shower and a fresh change of sheets, but I just want to hold her for a second. The look she gives me is so blissed out and full of trust, I feel like my heart might overflow with emotion for her. I knew she’d be perfect. Still, I didn’t expect it to feel like this, not so soon.

  All I know is, I’ll do anything for her. Absolutely anything. She has no idea.

  Lina

  I wake up by myself the next morning and panic for a split second. Where the hell am I? And then, all of the events of the past 24 hours come rushing back as I flop back down onto Ben’s amazing mattress and curl into his fluffy comforter.

  Last night was amazing, even if he refused to put his dick in me out of that misplaced chivalry. It’s ridiculous but I can tell it’s important to him, so I won’t fight him. At least, now that I know how far I can push him into other non-chivalrous activities.

  Good lord, I knew he was hot, but nothing could have prepared me for the absolute inferno he’d be in the bedroom. Just remembering his thick, long cock has me blushing and burying my face into his pillow.

  Oh god, what the hell am I doing? I’m sleeping at my professor’s house, in my professor’s bed, and I’m naked. Butt ass naked. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a tiny part of me that was feeling some regret over my actions. I practically threw myself at him last night. And the consequences of these actions could end up really biting me in the ass. Or worse, cost
ing him his job. But I just can’t be too upset about it right now, not when I can still smell him in the bed and I can still close my eyes and remember how he looked when he came all over me. Fuck me.

  “What’s got you all hot and bothered, sweetheart?” Ben’s gravelly morning voice interrupts my decidedly naughty thoughts as he struts toward the bed with a breakfast tray.

  Delicious.

  The breakfast, probably. But mainly him. He’s wearing nothing but his tight-as-hell boxer briefs I’ve already grown to love and hate. His hair is wonderfully rumpled and he’s wearing his glasses again.

  He gives me a knowing look as he sets the tray down on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

  “You know, I figured you’d be hungry so I brought up a bunch of different options, but right now you look like you don’t necessarily want food. Is that right, baby?”

  Boy does he have my number or what?

  I’m too turned on to be embarrassed right now. I reach for him and pull him on top of me, bringing his mouth down for a smoldering kiss. Christ almighty he’s good at this.

  Shamelessly—because who has time for shame when they’ve got a sexy professor between their legs?—I grind myself on his boxer-covered erection. I’m desperate for it, so fucking desperate. I never thought I could need to be filled this much but he’s released something inside of me that I’m not sure I could ever put back.

  He’s kissing and sucking my neck, the delicious weight of his dick settling right over my clit. I know I must be soaking his boxers. I’m mindless right now, desperate for all of him.

  I let my hands drift into his boxers and grasp his thick erection for the first time. He’s impossibly hard, yet wonderfully soft. He’s stopped moving, stopped doing anything—he just watches my hand as it disappears into his boxers and pulls out his cock. A low groan escapes him and I can tell that he didn’t mean to make that noise out loud. He’s so fucking sexy.

  Tell him.

  He wants to know what I’m thinking. I tell him all I want is for his cock to fill me up. I want him to use me however he wants.

  “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, trailing kisses up and down his neck. “I want you inside me so freaking bad. Please.”

  Who am I right now? I feel more turned on than I’ve ever thought possible. I’m rubbing on him like a damn cat in heat and I’m so desperate for him to be inside me that I don’t know how I’m going to survive this.

  He shakes his head, looking powerless to say anything except for a low “fuuuuuuck” as I thumb that sensitive little area under his cock head.

  Ben

  I’m going to die today. That’s the only outcome I can imagine for the way I’m feeling right now, as Lina writhes beneath me on the bed and begs me to take her.

  With every new touch and begging plea, my resolve to take things slow with her grows weaker.

  She’s so perfect beneath me, all I want to do is look at her forever. Well, look at her and touch her forever.

  I pull out of her embrace before I really lose all control and sit back on my heels. My eyes roam up and down her supple, naked body. She squirms under my intense perusal but I still her with a hand on her hip.

  “Shh, baby, let me look at you. It’s a crime that I haven’t even had my morning fill of just staring at your perfect body.”

  She blushes and I decide not to call her on it. She’s not yet used to my attention and affection, but I hope she will be some day.

  Her curls are all rumpled and sexy, while her already lush mouth is even fuller this morning after my intense kisses. Her gorgeous tits with their light brown nipples are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. My mouth waters for another taste, but I don’t allow myself one. Not yet.

  Instead, I keep looking, trailing my gaze down down down over her little nipped in waist and the womanly swell of her hips. Her legs are closed, and I can see her clenching them together to ease the pressure on her aching, desperate pussy.

  “Ben, please,” she says, finally having enough of my slow mental trip down every inch of her body. “I need you, god I need you so badly.”

  Every cell in my body lights up when she says that. It’s like I’ve suddenly been entrusted with this important task—the task of pleasing her—and I’ll spend the rest of my life in service to that task if she’ll let me.

  She reaches for my cock again and pulls it close to her wet heat, letting it part her folds while she grinds on it.

  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

  I know I’ve said that out loud when she responds.

  “How do you think I feel? You’re driving me insane. Please don’t stop now, please let me have you, at least like this.” She gestures down to where I’m rocking against her, my dick snugly between the lips of her pussy as I grind back and forth over her clit. Shit, shit, shit. I can’t come like this.

  Well of course I can, but I shouldn’t, is the point.

  She cups a gentle hand on my cheek and strokes my lip. I kiss it before pulling back and planting a kiss on her lips.

  “We should talk first,” I say, again wondering if I’m going for some new record for most idiotic things I could say while the most perfect woman is naked under me and begging for sex.

  She shakes her head. “No, no talk. Just get inside me.”

  “I can’t, sweetheart. You’re already making my plan to wait like a month—“

  “A month? You think I can wait a month? Holy shit, by that point I will probably be dead of the female equivalent of blue balls,” she says. “And yes, I fully recognize the irony in me being a virgin and practically begging you to stick your dick in me.”

  She pauses and eyes me curiously. “Unless... you’re not a virgin are you?”

  I shake my head with a laugh. “No, but it feels like it with you. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m more nervous about our first time than I was about my actual first time.”

  “How old were you?”

  “17,” I say with a grimace.

  “Is that old?”

  I shrug as I consider the question. “No, I can accept now that it’s a normal age. But back then it felt like everyone I knew had already lost it and had so much experience.”

  “Was she your girlfriend or just a hookup?”

  She’s looking up at me with such an adorable expression, the lust from earlier slowly being replaced with genuine curiosity. I roll off of her with a groan and pull her into my arms, letting her snuggle up close to me. My dick is still rock hard and bordering on painful, especially when she wraps her leg over mine and I can feel her warm heat settle over my hip.

  “It’s cute that you think I was suave enough to have a random hookup in high school. No, it was my long-term girlfriend. We stayed together for like another six months after that.”

  Lina doesn’t speak for a bit, chewing on her lip like she’s deep in thought. She runs her hands up and down my chest, playing in the bit of hair I have. Suddenly, I feel a pang of something akin to self-consciousness. Does she even like chest hair? She’s so young, maybe she’s into guys who aren’t hairy. Whatever she’s into, I’ll do it, for her I’ll do whatever I need.

  I clear my throat, suddenly feeling like I’m 16 all over again. “Is... sorry I don’t really know how to ask this.”

  She stops caressing me as she props herself up to see me better. I reach for her hand, keeping it pressed against my chest. Her eyes are full of concern.

  “This is dumb but I just had this thought, like what if you really hate chest hair or something or it grosses you out. And if that’s the case, I totally get it, I just needed to—“

  “Ben?” she asks.

  “Yeah?”

  “Shut the fuck up. I mean that with kindness and affection but please. Shut up.”

  I raise an eyebrow. She rolls her eyes at me.

  “You’re like the hottest guy I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. And now you’re self-conscious about some chest hair? You’re like sex on legs. If anything, the chest hair
is almost TOO perfect but in no way shape or form do I want you to get rid of it.”

  She pauses for a second, frowning as if remembering something.

  “Unless you want to get rid of it for yourself, I should say. I’d never ask you to change or not change something you wanted just because I like it a certain way.”

  I can’t hide my grin from her. “You’re amazing, you know that?” I pull her down for a kiss. She pulls away, shaking her head and snuggling back into me. We lie there like that for a little bit, drifting and still trying to come down from our unfinished morning business. I think maybe she’s fallen asleep when she finally says something.

  “Is it crazy that I’m a little jealous of your high school girlfriend? Cause, I am.”

  I burst out laughing, truly not expecting that statement. She gives me a fake annoyed pout.

  “You’re so damn cute, you know that? If it makes you feel any better, she’s been happily married with kids for like 15 years. At least, that’s what Facebook tells me.”

  She waves off my words. “I’m not jealous of her as a person now, I’m jealous that she got that experience with you. You know, that whole first time thing and all.”

  Ah.

  “But see,” I begin, while I roll her onto her back, “my first time inside you will be special, and perfect, and everything you think I had during my actual first time. Because it’ll be the first time for you, sure, but it will also be the first time I make love to someone instead of just fucking them.” I inch my way down her body, licking and kissing and sucking everywhere.

  She’s breathless now, as I reach her cunt and slowly run my fingers over her puffy lips. “M-make love?” she whispers, “What’s different about that?”

  I’m whispering back, making her squirm as my words ghost over her clit. “Well, for starters, I’m taking my time with you, making it last, driving you to the edge of that cliff over and over and over, until you’re mindless with need for me. It’s not going to be just about getting us to come, but instead, it’ll be about making the whole damn ride feel perfect for you.”