Time enough for both of us

The urgency was obvious, and immediate.

I sighed loudly when the head of my cock pushed past her lips. The feeling of her warm, wet tongue on that first inch past the underside of my cock, just past the head, was enough to send a ball-stirring ripple throughout my body.

“Mmmphh,” I groaned, using my hand to pull her head to me while I bucked my hips quickly into her face. She gagged when I went a little too far, an audible noise escaping her throat as she tensed up and her shoulders raised. I sneered involuntarily at the vibrations of her voice stimulating my hard shaft, feeling a little bad for **** her, but making up for it with long, smooth rubs over her jeans, rubbing her pussy as if telling her ‘shhh, it’s alright.’

I pulled back just a little and immediately got into a rhythm of gently but quickly fucking her mouth while my hand guided her head to bob up and down on me. She could only take a couple of inches or so, maybe two or three at the most, but it was enough in my heightened state of arousal.

“Oh fuck, Laura,” I groaned, almost growling as the pleasure made my eyes close. But I wanted to watch. I grit my teeth as my right middle and ring fingers felt the warmth of her pussy through her tight jeans, pressing into her to pull her body into me in time with my cock sliding into her mouth.

She let out a short, quiet moan, like a mildly surprised ‘Mm’ sound, like she was surprised she was doing this, or surprised that maybe she was enjoying it. “I’ve been dying to get this dick back in your mouth,” I said to the top of her head, squeezing her ass cheek roughly as I had my way with her. I pulled my hand back and brought it down, smacking her ass cheek. She moaned sharply in surprise. I spanked her again, just a little bit harder this time. The intense suction around my shaft was due to her pleasure or anger, but I wasn’t complaining. It felt fucking amazing.

I slid my hand up after I squeezed her ass once more and then slid it back down inside the back of her jeans, inside the back of her panties. She inhaled sharply through her nose and held her breath as if she was hesitant, but her back slightly arched, either consciously or instinctively. I watched my hand disappear inside the back of her pants and let out a long, hot breath when my fingers found the warm, soft folds of her pussy. She was wet. I bit my lower lip as a sneer curled my mouth, enjoying the combined sensations of her wet lips around my shaft and my fingers touching her bare pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” I whispered,” and she finally exhaled, letting it out loud and sharp. Then again. “You’re so wet, Laura. You like this big dick in your mouth?” She whimpered out what was surely a stifled moan, unwilling to admit it. “Huh?” She whimpered again, trying her best to not answer me. But then, she already had. Her back arched a little more and I knew what it craved.

I slid my fingers out of her jeans and quickly brought them to my lips and sucked on them, tasting her before leaving a thick glob of warm saliva on them, down to the thick knuckles of my fingers. I quickly slid my hand back down inside the back of her jeans and plunged my two fingers inside her pussy.

She moaned in that heavenly high-pitched voice as I pushed them inside her, our combined lubrication allowing easy entry into her warm, soft hole.

“Oh yyyeah,” I groaned as she moaned around my cock, unable to stop herself. I began fingering her, softly at first, then urgently as some internal clock began ticking. Someone is gonna come in here. Jesus, can you fucking imagine? Our lives would be ruined. The danger of it was such a fucking thrill. I didn’t even look at the door. Someone could be watching us right now and I wouldn’t give a shit.

She stopped to pull away and swallow the saliva that built up in her mouth. I let her. It was the least I could do. She was lightly panting, and squirmed when my fingers drove deep into her. She softly groaned, then let out a long groaning sigh. And as heavenly as this was, I was ready to finish. The way her pussy felt around my fingers was driving me crazy.

I wanted to fuck her so bad.

But she wasn’t ready for that. That might drive her away for good. Saving herself. Engaged. Christian. Virgin. It would be the ultimate betrayal if I did that to her now. Good God, I was turned on.

“Come here,” I said softly, both hands on her head as I pulled her up and planted a soft kiss against her lips. She didn’t return the kiss at first, panting through her nose, but the more I persisted, the weaker her will became, until she eventually relented, obeying her body’s needs. Only when she kissed me back, her tongue finally sticking out to meet mine as we licked each other, did I break the kiss.

She looked at me with lustful eyes that were equal parts confused, ****, and aroused as I turned her body, making her lie down on her back across her desk. Better. The height was perfect. She lightly gasped when I slid her effortlessly up a little more. I slid my right hand inside the front of her jeans, inside her panties, and she bent her knees and planted her feet flat on her desk.

“Suck me off,” I demanded as I started right back into her eyes. I saw a hundred different emotions in those eyes of hers. My forward, blunt demand embarrassed her, but I also knew that it turned her on. So did my fingers. I plunged them inside her pussy and her head tilted back, wet eyes closing.

Confused, she quickly tried to sit up to take me back in her mouth, but my left hand on her head gently but firmly held her down. My thumb caressed her forehead for a moment as I watched, savoring the moment, seeing her like this. In our classroom. On her desk. About to make me cum. It was like some fucking fantasy. She was a fantasy. Custom built for me and me alone.

Sorry, Beckett.

I turned her head toward me and pushed the head of my dick to her lips and she opened her mouth, accepting it inside. I kept my hand on top of her head and instinct took over for both of us as the finish line presented itself. The home stretch would be a sprint.

We would finish together. We both seemed to know it as soon as I started pumping my cock in and out of her mouth.

Her hand was at her crotch, just resting on her jeans as my hand quickly fingered her. As if she were doing it herself while her hand sat atop mine. I gave up being delicate and pumped my hips to fuck her mouth. Still only a few inches in but I didn’t care. Her warm, wet lips and tongue were making the cum brew inside my balls.

“Oh fuck,” I softly groaned, feeling that feeling. She seemed to feel the same thing as her back arched against the desk. Her breaths came out of her nose loud and fast, the promise of inevitable release fast approaching.

“Don’t stop,” I said gently, letting go of her head to grab my dick, quickly stroking it. She moaned as I curled my fingers up, dragging them in and out of her pussy, like I was trying to scoop her orgasm out of her with rough, deep pulls. Her body started shaking as she held her breath and she froze.

“Fucking suck it,” I grunted, my voice hoarse. Urgent. Her lips clamped around the head of my cock as she started cumming. I drove my fingers deep inside her and wiggled them, my fingers inside her to the hilt. With stifled noises her body trembled as she held her breath, her orgasmic wave cresting to crash into her.

My balls spasmed and I grunted loudly, launching a triumphant rope of hot cum deep into her mouth. Luckily she was still holding her breath, otherwise she would have gagged right away. I knew it shot far back into her throat. I continued grunting as I emptied my big, full balls into her mouth, lips clamped tightly around my pulsing shaft.

“Fffuck,” I groaned. “Fffuck.” Her breath came exploding out of her as her orgasm **** it out of her, and she started sharply and quickly panting in and out of her nose. I stopped stroking myself and slid my hand out of her jeans. I put my left hand on top of her head and made her blow me while I pumped my hips. My right hand was under her shirt now, under her bra to feel her warm breast, and the hard nipple against the palm of my hand.

“Suck it all out, bitch,” I said, adding that little bit extra. Her legs closed and her back arched as another jolt shot through her, reacting to the demand. That word. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger. “Mmmmphh,” I sighed triumphantly, having unleashed an orgasm days in the making. I knew it was a lot. I almost felt bad for her. Almost.

“Does that taste good?” I asked, teasing her. Her body reacted to my lewd question. Her legs were closed tightly as she enjoyed the last gasps of her fading orgasm, and she moaned uneasily at the taste in her mouth. It was an odd ecstasy for her, I’m sure.

My dick flexed, sending the last of my large, warm load oozing out onto her tongue. I pulled my cock back, with the intention of sliding it back in to prolong the post-orgasm blowjob, but she must have suddenly sobered up, rolling to her belly and softly gagging. She opened her mouth and spit it out, my cum hitting the floor with an audible splash. I panted, smiling open-mouthed as I slowly stroked my spent cock. She quietly gagged again, her body shuddering. I didn’t care that she spit me out. As long as it ended up in her mouth. And with a little time, who knows…

“Mmmm,” I moaned softly, blissfully. Satisfied.

“Sorry,” she said very quietly, embarrassed. Her head was still down as she softly hocked from the back of her tongue and spit more of it out, obviously disliking the taste. I lightly shook my head at her apology. She apologized last time, too.

I could have kissed her.

In fact…

She started to sit up and my hands were on either side of her head. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. The taste and smell of me was strong in her mouth. Unpleasant? Maybe, but then again I’d had my tongue in naughtier places, as we both knew. But a kiss is a kiss, and I loved her lips. Both sets. I wanted her again right away, but even my dick had its limits. That was a big load, even for me, and I’d need more time than we had to get ready for a second round.

She politely humored me, awkwardly letting me kiss her after just spitting my load out. Her lips were dry and soft. Still swollen from her arousal. Her eyes quickly darted between mine, as if she couldn’t believe I’d kiss her after that. Maybe she liked it. Maybe she didn’t. I broke the kiss and made a face. She almost smiled at the awkwardness of it, making a similar face herself, but stopped short, not wanting to admit to me what she felt inside. Her eyes were nervous. Searching mine. Silently wondering if she’d done a good job.

My hand gently caressing the top of her head was the answer she wordlessly, embarrassingly craved.