"Sex?" He chuckles. "So classy. I prefer pussy. Would you call my cock my member?"
"Shut the fuck up and touch me," I reply. The transition is jarring as Alex stands up from the desk, pushes me down on it, and slaps my ass through the dress. I gasp in shock, and the pain stings slightly.
"Every time you don't use your manners, we're going to sit here and punish you. I could do this all day," he snaps. "Pull your dress up over your ass."
A shiver of anxiety courses through me as I pull the dress up and over my hips. He lets out a contented sigh and presses his warm hands on them.
"When you need to stop, tell me," he says. Taking my arms and pinning them behind my back, the side of my cheek pressed into the desk, and I shift with discomfort.
I swallow my nerves, and the process begins. Alex sweeps a gentle hand over my right cheek, and I let myself ease into the subtle touch. He brings his hand down with a smack. I start, banging my knee against the desk. I shut my eyes against the pain, and we recommence. He eases the smarting by rubbing me gently. The minutes pass, and he brings his hand down again, this time harder. I flinch this time, a small cry escaping from my lips.
"Shut it," he replies, hitting me once more. He builds his way up until the sound of his hand hitting my skin echoes through the stuffy room. Tears prick at my eyes, but I refuse to cry. Not in front of him. He is silent the entire time and refrains from offering any form of comfort. He lets go of my arms, and I ease myself off the desk. When I turn to face him, he presses his lips to my forehead.
"Good girl," he murmurs, and my knees go weak. "You did so well. Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Alex," I whisper back.
He pulls my dress up to my hips. He slips his middle finger into my underwear and runs it from the front of my vulva to the back. The touch makes my whole body shiver in a way it hasn't in years, and a soft moan escapes my lips.
He chuckles softly at how turned on I am, takes his finger out, and licks it clean. "I like this version of you. Desperate. Vulnerable. You give me everything I need. Are you going to be patient for me?"
I nod, breathless. Alex places each hand on the sides of my underwear, letting the dress fall over his arms. He pulls my underwear down my legs, crouching as he goes. He has me step out of them, and Alex pockets them as he stands back up. He pushes me back gently, so I stumble slightly and sit on the edge of the desk. He places his hands on either side of me as he leans over. His pupils are indistinguishable from his eyes, but he has the same look of want I must have written all over his face. He brings his lips to my ear again and begins to suck. His left leg slips between mine. Alex raises his up until his thigh is at the same level as the edge of the desk. Grabbing me from behind, he pushes me forward onto his thigh. My hands lean back to grab the table for support. He presses himself against my sex and, without waiting for the instruction, I begin to grind on him.
I moan softly at the feeling as the pain of want gradually begins to satiate. He moves his lips to my neck and guides me in rocking back and forth against his leg. He teethes at my throat, my neck and sucks on the pale, fragile skin. My senses are overwhelmed at the rough feeling of his jeans against me, at his hot mouth on my skin. When he removes his thigh and lips from my body, I let out a small cry of protest. He pulls me to my feet and reaches around my hips to untie the dress's strings of fabric. Alex pushes my hair out of the way as he grips the zipper, and in a swift movement, he undoes it all. The hair on my back stands up as I shiver in shock at the feeling of the air on my bare skin. When he turns me around, our eyes meet, and he kisses me softly as if to say it's all right. He pulls the neck of the dress away from my body and, as he does so, I let my arms slip out.
Our eyes are locked together as Alex pulls the dress down my body, allowing the fabric to slip away from my shoulders, breasts, stomach, and rest on my hips. A few seconds of silence and stillness pass as we regard one another, waiting to see what happens. He isn't rushing. Alex kisses my lips before putting his mouth on my collarbones. He kisses his way from the area of skin between them and my shoulder and works his way in. He grazes his teeth across them, sucks gently until he reaches the other end of my body. Recentering himself, Alex kisses down my chest and space between my breasts. Then, taking one in his left hand, he takes the other in his mouth and sucks on my nipple lightly. When I tell him to run his tongue over them in circles instead of sucking, he obliges, and I let out a long sigh. I tilt my head up, staring down the empty hallway. Our breathing is the only thing that fills the entire floor. I send a quiet prayer that we escape from the stacks without anyone catching us in our performance.
My attention is drawn back to him as he switches to the other nipple and repeats the pattern. The passing minutes of watching him suck let me re-ground myself. I breathe in and out steadily, trying to let go of the lingering nerves that cause me to shake. He positions his lips below the area between my breasts. Alex makes his way down my navel slowly, pulling the dress's fabric to the area just where my hair begins to grow. He looks back up at me, and I nod in encouragement, in telling him I want this. I sit down, spreading my legs. Alex gets to his knees and pushes the dress's skirt to my hips. Alex presses his lips to the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way up. He lets his lips linger in the inch where my inner thigh turns to sex and licks. A shiver skitters through my body, and he presses his mouth onto my burning flesh. I gasp. Working from the outside, Alex drags his tongue on the edge of my sex-my pussy?-in large sweeping circles as he begins to memorize the contour. His work is steady, and I shut my eyes, leaning back on my elbows. He moves to my lips next, and the friction of his tongue against it causes a soft moan to escape my lips.
It's unlike anything I have ever felt-so intense that the mere thought of it only turns me on more. My whole body is shaking in anticipation, in shock, in want. I breathe in slowly, making sure I memorize each detail, so the thought of him between my legs becomes the new routine in my fantasies. Is he doing the same?
Alex's tongue makes a few sweeping motions around my center before dragging it to the base of my clitoris. He waits patiently for instructions and, upon receiving them, he slowly begins to make slow circles on my clitoral hood. Another moan escapes me, this time as my pleasure is finally fully delivered, no more teasing, no more denying. His pace increases gradually as he pulls the hood back slightly, and his tongue begins to flick against the hood and the tip of the swollen knot of my clitoris. With my right hand, I grab his hair and hold it tightly, forcing him to stay pressed against me. My chest begins to heave as I gasp for breath against the pleasure, my legs turning to butter. I shut my eyes as another moan escapes, and I find myself saying his name between gasps for breath. It only works as encouragement, and my legs begin to quake. He wraps each arm around a thigh and picks up the pace. The room around me turns bleary, and all I can think about is his tongue, his lips, his warmth. I feel the blood begin to pound harder in my body as my sex begins to pulse with the build-up of orgasm. I find myself begging him not to stop, and with a series of moans louder than I intended, I come on his tongue. The orgasm rattles through my entire body, and he does not cease during the 15 seconds of ecstasy-the second soon follows, and I find tears flowing from the avalanche of pleasure.
"Holy fucking shit," I gasp, wiping the tears from my eyes when Alex gets back to his feet. I sit up, and we kiss. "You taste like me," I whisper.
"I do," he answers before deepening the kiss. "You taste good."
The flavor is bittersweet and salty, and I find our tongues grazing against one another as I search to keep the taste in my mouth. I pull away, and when our eyes meet, I ask, "Can I return the favor?"
