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“Fuck,” he groans, not quiet in the least, and I send up a silent prayer to the sex gods that no one is anywhere near his office at the moment. Even though the risk of it makes me teeter on the brink of my own orgasm.
“Holy hell, Ana. That was… Just. Fuck.”
I release his cock with a pop and smile up at him as I wipe my mouth. He hauls me up and smashes his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise since I just swallowed a mouthful of his cum.
“Your turn,” he growls, shoving my shorts down, throwing them aside and grabbing my hips to put me back on his desk.
Oliver drops to his knees, his face right there in front of my pussy as he spreads my legs wide. He licks a hot, wet trail up my inner thigh, then his mouth is on me.
I cry out at the intrusion of his tongue plunging into my wet folds. “Oh god. Yes.”
My head drops back as I give in to the sensations rocketing through my body. Oliver licks me all over, then focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
Light flickers behind my eyes as the intense waves of pleasure build and build and build until I’m ready to explode.
When he slides his fingers into my slit, crooking his finger and hitting just the right spot, that does it. Instantly.
I grip his head, pushing him harder against my pussy as I pulse and throb and clench around his fingers, feeling like I’m hurtling through space at warp speed.
What the hell was that? I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that. Like, ever.
When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.
“Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”
Uh, yeah.
I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”
I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and look up at Oliver. “Now, how about that coffee?”
Oliver
I scrub my hand over my face as I push my laptop away from me and go to the kitchen for some more coffee. It’s going to be a long night, and I need caffeine to get me through it.
I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.
Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.
I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.
I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.
Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.
I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.
I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.
Yeah. Right.
By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.
Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.
Ana: I think I need some extra credit.
