Blake Has Something Specific In Mind

I noticed his hands were shaking and he was having trouble with his belt. For a man so brimming with cocky suriety he was still nervous and I had to assume it was me.

When I'd last done this trip through academia Blake had a reputation, after all, as a bit of a lothario. His bragging about the many women he'd bagged already on the first day struck true to me. Even Kim who had something to lose by falling in with a man who she was in charge of likely couldn't escape his charms.

So to me that meant there was only one reason he was nervous.

Me.

I don't think Blake was lying to me. I think he saw me as special. I think he wanted to perform just right, didn't want to let me down. I think that I intimidated him a little bit.

Poor little bully. Intimidated by little old me. Well that I could have some fun with.

I reached forward, pushing his hands from his belt with only minimal protest. Sliding to the edge of my seat and giving him my best attempt at bedroom eyes stilled any kind of objection and the way I worked his belt open so quickly stilled his fear that I would call it quits here.

I bent forward a little more, pushing up his shirt and pushing my lips against the flatness of his abs and teasing him with a long and slow and lingering kiss. Leaving him with a little bit of tongue at the end as I pulled away while I unzipped his pants and tugged them down a little more.

Blake was wearing boxer briefs. Ones that were either a size too small or else he was achingly hard for me already because he was straining the bounds of decency in them and I moaned, unconsciously, as my hands cupped the sizable bulge in front of me and squeezed it.

"Oh god you look good yourself," I cooed, "In the dark last night I don't think I got a really good sense of how big you really are but you are, aren't you? You're so fucking big."

"Fucking hell," he grunted, his breath coming heavy as my fingers rhythmically flexed around his still thickening member.

Even inside of his boxers he was aching for me and I was so ready for him. I pressed my lips against his stomach again and then moved down, pressing my kisses into the fabric of his boxers as if I just couldn't help myself and frankly I don't know if I could.

He was intoxicating. In size and in sight and in fucking scent. I was overcome by the manly musk of him, an intoxicating aroma that was quickly becoming my favorite perfume.

Oh god I wanted to taste him.

Sure I wasn't kneeling right now but this was a position of which I was only too familiar and I was so happy to find myself in it again. And maybe the new angle would open up new opportunities. New things to do with my talented tongue and my lucious lips and my trembling throat as I struggled to take him deep.

My fingers curled up, pushing into the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down enough that I could see the base of his thick member. I moaned again and kissed it, his cock jumping when he felt my bare skin on his.

The movement set off a giggle in me that was almost more of a titter and I pulled a little more, exposing half of the length of him to my sight as I mused about what was about to happen between us.

"I'm so eager to taste you," I moaned, "And with my shirt off I know that I can get really sloppy. Because, Blake, I'm almost drooling just at the thought of having you in my mouth."

Above me Blake chuckled, bemused at my mistake.

"Is that why you think I took your bra off? Is that what you think you're here to do?"

I looked up, cocking an eyebrow and slowly inching his boxers down while he shook his head.

"No, sweet," he corrected me, "I took your tits out because I intend to fuck them. So get my cock nice and wet. Because it's time for me to have my fun."

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