Rewind Pt. 02

Lucas (LITEROTICA POST STOPPED HERE.)

I'd slept much longer than 30 minutes. I leaned forward, groaning at the movement. I flicked my wrist, taking a quick look at my watch.

5:18. Shit.

I checked the phone; the alarm failed to set. Useless.

While Franz had been singing my praises, he mentioned a staff mixer being held at the nearest lecture hall at 5:30, and I had slept through the entire afternoon. I hadn't even managed to log into the campus wifi on my phone.

I stood quickly, exiting my office and the classroom, heading to a bathroom on the floor. After using the facilities, I washed my hands, then splashed my face with some cold water carefully, as not to get any on my suit jacket, before buttoning it up.

I looked in the mirror and reflected on the day. The 9 hour flight, the mixup with the luggage, getting the luggage into the campus accommodations--a nonstop rush. The day before, I had to sell the property in Berlin, and the day before that, I had to clear out my office at the university.

I needed a bed, desperately. Franz had asked me if I'd rather come in on Monday, but I just had to see her.

She still looked like I remembered her. Soft and curvaceous. 5 years seemed to have graced her with even more beauty, her figure more defined, her ass jiggled a bit more than I remembered as she mounted the stairs.

Jiggled more than when she would mount me.

Men have done worst things for love than leave an esteemed career opportunity behind. I should've never left New York in the first place. Berlin was beautiful, the women were lovely, but they weren't her. I needed her, and I couldn't imagine a reality where she didn't feel what I felt when we were together.

I headed down the stairs quickly. The lecture hall was in another building across the square. The halls were silent now, the sun setting fast. I crossed the courtyard, the sound of laughter and polite chatter becoming louder. I reduced my pace to a stride and caught my breath.

Checking my watch again, it read 5:29, but the event was in full swing. I headed through the large double doors, greeted by several curious faces.

"Ah! There he is!" Franz put out a hand and beckoned me over.

"Franz!" I wonder what he made of my acting skills earlier in the afternoon. He knows we know each other. We held study groups in his room after his last lecture. Maybe he just doesn't remember... or maybe it's too entertaining to interfere.

"Lucas, this is Doctor Armond Wilks, professor of Organic Chemistry over at the Greene building!" He motioned to a tall black man in a grey suit. I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you." Wilks nodded. "Franz has told me a lot about you, heard you ran track back in the day. What's your best?"

"400 meter in 57 seconds; 800 in 2:15."

"Great! We've got a little crew here on campus, you should join us next Tuesday." He shook my hand again.

I nodded. "I'll see you there." It felt good to jump right into things.

Franz shuffled me over to his next victims. "Here are our star physicists, Dr. Ananya Gita, nuclear, and her brother, Dr. Rajesh Gita, quantum. Isn't that just grand!"

Ananya smiled. "You went to Harvard, right? I remember you! No surprise you're a linguist now, did you ever get around to learning Hindi?"

I'd made a very weak attempt earlier in the year. "Thoda sa," I replied, pinching my fingers together. Her brother chuckled.

"Ah, and of course you met Dr. Elaise earlier, this is her boyfriend, Peter Cruz."

His emphasis on those two words led me to believe he knew exactly what he was doing. Stirring up shit.

No one knew about Dawn and I, this I knew for a fact. Maybe the girls who resided on Dawn's floor, but a quick sweep of the room told me that none of those women were here, and even if they were, they sure as hell wouldn't go running to Franz.

All he did know was that she and I put up an act. If he pressed the issue, I'd just say it's to promote a sense of professionalism in the department. What they don't know won't hurt them.

I looked over at her boyfriend and felt him sizing me up. I returned his look with my own blank one, giving nothing away.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Because there's no way she told him about the things we did. The things I did. The way it made her feel.

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Lucas

"Lucas." I put out my hand.

"Peter." He accepted it, shaking firmly.

Very firm. He was tall, conventionally attractive but simple. What does she see in him?

"Babe!" I fought not to turn my head when I heard her voice.

Babe?

I felt rage simmering to the surface. Upon meeting him, I could tell he was insecure. This was not the man for her. I couldn't feasibly expect her to have been single for 5 years, but him...

He's just not right for her.

A little voice inside quipped back, seething. So, who is?

I am.

"Hey sexy," he stated, quite loudly. As soon as she was close enough, he wrapped his arm around her, gripping her hip, lips at her ear.

She was obviously incredibly uncomfortable, embarrassed by his little display. Especially since I've done the same thing and got a completely different reaction.

She wouldn't meet my eye. How could she let this man touch her? Have her?

Dawn pushed his hand away. "Peter, please," she whispered, looking around to see if anyone noticed.

He looked at me, anger flashing in his eyes before he quickly regained his 'composure': a neutral, yet dismissive expression.

Franz had long disappeared, no doubt watching the exchange from afar. Academia was far too polite for anything to come to pass, but everyone loves drama, and Peter was really fucking testing me.

I turned to Dawn and smiled. I had to choose my words carefully, or she'd be hearing about this later, no doubt. But I wanted the mere possibility of me having her seared into his brain and leave him wondering, what if?

"How has Columbia been treating you?"

She returned the smile, Peter watching our exchange, a frown growing. "It's been great! The students are great, I've been developing a new curriculum and I'm excited to see how it performs this semester." She opened her mouth to say more, but saw the look on his face, and decided not to.

Prick.

Peter spoke up, rather aggressively. "Why did you leave Germany?"

My eyes flicked over to him. "Columbia gave me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"PhD alumni, first year teaching, acclaimed position--how good could the offer be to derail your career?" Dawn looked at him with disbelief. Turning back to me, her eyes apologized profusely.

I hoped she could see the message behind mine. I owe you an apology for leaving. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be with him.

I turned to him and answered frankly. "Associate Director."

She touched his shoulder. "Being offered an associate director position with only one year teaching is very rare," she said matter of factly.

"That Euro to Dollars conversion can't be that great," he sneered. He was right. It wasn't. But the position was ancillary. I'm here for her.

Dawn cut his line of questioning short. "How was Germany?"

The question made me smile. She would've loved it. Some of the finest galleries in the world are in Germany. I angled myself away from Peter completely, preparing to go into detail. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Franz earnestly summoning me.

I should probably attend to him instead.

"I'll tell you about it another time." I winked and tilted my head in Franz's direction. "Franz would introduce me to God himself if it meant that he was the first one to do it."

She laughed and clamped her mouth quickly. I flashed her a sheepish grin. I looked over at Peter, clenching my jaw. "Nice to meet you man."

"Yeah, you too," he muttered, but the words did not match the sour expression on his face.

Franz spent the next hour and a half introducing me to everyone in the room. They seemed nice enough, but I had only come to see one person, and she was permanently occupied by Peter, whose eyes I felt on me the entire time. I can't have her squirting and making a mess in a whole room full of people, now can I, you asshole?

After talking to the Director of Philosophy for 15 minutes, I was ready to pass out. But first, I had to take a piss. I excused myself and quickly found an exit.

I headed towards the elevators and got in the moment a set of doors opened, pressing the button for the 3rd floor. Just as they were about to close, a hand shot through the gap, halting its ascent.

The doors parted and Peter got in, standing to my left. I didn't bother addressing him. He'd say what was on his mind if he managed to muster up the courage.

It didn't take long.

"Did you fuck her?"

I kept my body facing the doors but cocked my head to look at him. He looked ahead, his angry expression betraying his feigned stoicism.

"No."

He turned to look at me.

"Good."

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, and he walked out briskly, the door to the stairs squeaking open, then slamming closed.

I exited the elevator, walked to the bathroom, and did my business. While drying my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. What did he expect? For me to say yes? I shook my head and sighed. He didn't seem convinced.

He was right not to be.

I just didn't consider what we did fucking, that's all.

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Lucas

I couldn't help but to touch her.

Night after night of laying beside her made me realize that I was in love. She was everything. Smart, curious, kind... funny.

Naturally and effortlessly present in the moment. Sometimes when she'd speak, I'd close my eyes so I could focus, so as not to be distracted by her beauty. I found myself becoming erect from her words alone, and I started caring less and less about whether she found out about them. Honestly, I hoped she would, just so I could see what she'd do. Somehow, she never did.

I wanted her to know how she made me feel. But she wouldn't be able to understand that from my erections alone. I wanted to do things to her. I would spend the day thinking about the conversations from the night before, her laughter ringing in my ears, stirring my soul.

I'd fall asleep beside her and have dreams about her. Kissing her, undressing her, touching her.

Tasting her.

I just couldn't get enough.

For some reason, she never questioned why I came back night after night. She just let me in. I rationalized it by saying to myself that it's because she felt the same way, I just had to make the first move.

But once I got in her bed, I just couldn't muster up the courage just to... touch her.

What if I was wrong? What if she rejected me? I couldn't risk losing her, even as a friend.

So, we laid there, and we talked.

But tonight, after seeing her bent over like that, seeing her look at me like that, I couldn't talk. I needed to feel her. It took everything for me not to sit her ass on that desk and take her right there. It just wasn't the right time.

The right time came later. I just did it. I pulled her to me and ran my hands down her back and along her hips, and the look on her face... my heart grew so big, it nearly burst.

Once I had a taste, I knew I'd never get enough. As soon as I touched her, I wanted more.

I just had to ask. I needed to know if anyone had ever connected with her the way I intended to. I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

"When was the last time you made love?"

Eyes fixed on one another; I watched her ponder the question. She chuckled nervously, licking her pink, full, juicy lips.

"Thinking about it now, I don't think I ever have."

How is that possible?

Just do it.

Say it.

Say it!

"Let me." Let me be the one to change that.

Her eyes flickered with desire, which was quickly replaced with confusion.

"Let you?"

I could barely keep myself together. It would take a thousand years of celibacy to even try and deny the effect this woman had on me.

"I want you." I need you.

Our eyes stayed locked, and I went back to caressing her body. I wanted to say more, but what more was there to say? She'd either say yes, or no.

Instead, she said:

"Why?" Her tone was one of disbelief.

I could hardly believe the question.

"Why?"

I brought my lips to hers, hovering.

"You are the most incredible woman I've ever met, that's why."

I waited for a few seconds for her to pull away, and when she didn't, I realized I had never gotten something I wanted this badly in my life, and if I didn't seal the deal right now, I might never get a chance like this again.

So, I kissed her.

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Lucas

Her lips were so soft.

Impossibly soft. I captured her bottom lip and sucked on it slowly. Her sheathed breasts were now pressed up against me, her hand on my chest. I'm certain she felt my heart racing, but it didn't matter. I brought the hand that had been running up and down her body to cradle her face, and she opened up for me.

My tongue met hers and they danced, her light breathing intermingled with sweet sighs. Her hand moved slowly up my chest to my shoulder, along the side of my neck and up the back of my head, raking her fingers through my hair. The action sent a current through my entire body. She teased my lower lip with a tug, then grazed it with her teeth. I groaned. Fuck me. Dawn pulled back, and I opened my eyes, hers ablaze with need; lips parted, slightly reddened by our tango.

I dove into her again, with more urgency this time, bringing my hand to her back and under her shirt, undoing her bra in one fluid motion. She arched her body to me, moaning against my mouth.

I had imagined it--dreamed of it many times. The sounds she would make for me, because of me. Nothing my mind manufactured could come close to the sound she made. It was soft and sensual, and the moment it ended, I wanted to hear it again.

I need to make her do it again. I sat up and pulled her up to me. She complied wordlessly.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown. Not hazel, but more than just brown, with dark outer rings that resembled that of a lioness. They captured the moonlight, making them glow like swirling pools of honey.

I pulled her shirt up off her body, her voluminous shoulder length curls offering up a bit of resistance. She giggled when it popped off, the cups of her bra slipping lower, teasing. The look on my face must've betrayed me because she slid the straps down slowly, revealing herself to me. The glimmer in her eyes told me that she was not as innocent as she led everyone to believe.

I reached out and cradled her pretty titties in my hands, thumbing her taut chocolate nipples. Electricity surged between us, grounding itself at my cock. I looked down at her waist, longing to see more of her. She followed my eyes down, her hair spilling forward over her luscious breasts, a sheer veil on precious gems.

"Do you want me to..." she pointed at the satin pants, "take these off?"

Of course I want you to take them off.

"Yes." I hardly recognized my own voice. It was thick with wanting; gruff. I often experimented with the depth of my voice--women liked it, but this situation was much more than a hookup, and there was no need for me to try too hard.

Silently, she rose up off the bed, wiggling out of her soft grey pajama pants. Thick thighs emerged, cleaved by hot pink panties. They were lacy, barely covering her pussy.

Did she wear those for me?

"... should I take these off too?"

So coy, so naughty.

Yes.

I was up and behind her before I even realized it, the rear view just as amazing as the front, her plump ass swallowing up the lace.

"No."

I gently gathered her hair and put it to one side, exposing her neck to me. I trailed my fingers from her neck to her back, bringing my hand up to her stomach to pull her body to mine. My cock was getting harder and harder, and I needed her to feel my excitement.

Her ass on my cock nearly sent me over the edge, pre-cum dripping from my tip. The pressure of her against me made it throb, and I fought the urge to moan, a low, pained grunt emanating from me instead. "Aah."

I brought my other hand to her throat, squeezing gently, tilting her head back to me. Control yourself. I skimmed my lips up her neck before finding my resting place at her ear. Her back bowed and she shuddered, all while softly grinding her plump ass up against my cock, teasing me.

I could just bend her over and lodge myself deep inside her. But this wasn't about me, and I intended to draw this out until she was thoroughly satiated.

No way. Not yet.

I turned her to face me.

"Lay back."

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Dawn

The journey back home was silent. I didn't even bother turning on the radio.

As soon as we made it home, I went upstairs, ready to get out of my clothes and into the shower.

I didn't even get to turn on the faucet before he started.

"How do you know him again?" Peter sat on the edge of the bed, watching me take the pins out of my hair in the bathroom.

"Who?" I feigned ignorance. I was not trying to get into one of these arguments tonight.

"Lucas." he bristled, still fully dressed.

"You know I don't like when you have your outside clothes on the bed," I muttered. My silk pressed hair tumbled down my shoulders, and I glanced at myself in the mirror before moving on to shimmying out of the dress. I wore a blue matching bra and panty set. Pretty conservative choice today, thank god.

He remained seated. "Tell me about how you two know each other."

Whatever I said would be a problem. I was never going to tell him about what Lucas and I did, but he would turn over any bit of information I did offer up and never let it go.

"Lucas and I were in the same study group while I was getting my masters."

"Study group."

"Yeah." I looked at myself in the mirror, hoping that I was wearing the lie well. I tried not to think about the truth. I regularly had flashbacks about the truth.

Lucas was the best I'd ever had. No man could compare.

I pumped my facial cleanser in my hand. After he left, I searched for the feeling, prioritizing it over everything else. I soon realized that maybe that wasn't possible. Every partner brought something different, and it wasn't fair to them that I was holding them to those kinds of standards.

"Dawn."

I rubbed the cleanser in, then hovered my face over the sink, the water washing away my makeup. Lucas was... exceptional. An exceptional lover, partner, friend. It was tough when he left. I went back to my old ways, putting my head down and focusing on getting through the PhD program, sex losing nearly all of its appeal. I needed more. Peter made the most effort out of all the men I dated. The sex was good enough. I figured that since I had the experience, that was more than most women could hope for, and I should just be happy that I had the experience at all. There were other things more important than that.

"Dawn."

He just isn't Luc.

I pumped my second cleanser into my hand and repeated the process.

Sometimes it felt like Lucas was hungry, starving for me, and no other man had ever been that way. It wasn't difficult for me to get guys, but Luc was just different. When he touched me, it was as if my skin had been set ablaze. There was an electricity between us that was just undeniable. I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried about his return. Stay away from him. Peter became insecure as soon as he saw other men show any kind of interest in me. The issue had only gotten worse over time, and from the way he behaved around Luc, this time would be disastrous.

I got wet just being near Luc. That has never happened with Peter.

"Dawn."

I cocked my head to the side, one eye closed to avoid soap getting in it. "Huh?"

Peter stood over me, arms crossed. "Did you fuck him?"

I wasn't going to allow him to psych me out with his bullshit. I rinsed my face off, then reached over the sink to grab my toner.

"No." It was so much more than just fucking.

He shook his head, dissatisfied. "You're lying."

I had already begun opening the ornate glass bottle, but that stopped me in my tracks. I set the toner down and turned to face him.

I looked at him with disdain. "What's the point in asking me a question if you don't believe me when I give you an answer?"

He opened his mouth to respond but decided against it. He unfurled his arms and came close.

"You're right," he breathed. He reached around and gripped an ass cheek roughly.

Peter was handsome. A few inches shorter than Lucas, bald, with militaristic features. Sharp jaw, sharp cheekbones, full lips, brown skin, and a full beard. His dick was slightly above average, and it got the job done, but Lucas really... spoiled me.

Lucas was very large. Long, and very, very girthy.

My pussy throbbed at the thought.

This isn't right, thinking about another man while Pete touches me. Peter pulled me to him, kissing my neck, before reaching down to touch my pussy outside of my panties. His middle finger settled on my clit, swirling rapidly.

"You're so ready for me." He pressed his entire hand against me, massaging my pussy, his other hand gripping a tit roughly. Sometimes I wanted it rough, but rough was his only mode.

"Pete."

He nipped at my neck. I hate when he leaves marks on me. No doubt to send a message to Lucas. He'd be watching to see if I'd cover it up before heading to work on Monday.

"Mmm?" He licked up my neck to graze on my ear, pinning me between his body and the sink.

"I need to get in the shower."

He stopped, released me, and stepped away, hurt. He looked into my eyes for a moment, no doubt contemplating bringing up Lucas again, but decided against it.

"Yeah. Right." he muttered, before sulking out of the bathroom.

As soon as I stepped into the tub, the thought of that first time flashed through my mind.

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Dawn

"Lay back."

Sir yes sir.

I laid back, and propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes focused on the large pole straining against the fabric of his shorts.

Jesus. I don't know if I'll be able to handle all of that. They have a name for dicks like that. Monster cock. It had to be nine or ten inches at least. But the length was the least of my worries.

The thickness made it porn worthy. When I laid on him all those nights ago, I didn't feel all of that.

What have I gotten myself into?

"Dawn."

My eyes flicked to his face, where I expected an amused expression, but was met with eyes burning with need.

"Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, his voice low and serious. That is so fucking sexy.

His voice made me want to obey.

He ran his hands down my thighs, bringing my legs up once he reached my knees. He pulled me forward, his cock pressing against my thigh, my ass hanging halfway off the bed. My pussy throbbed incessantly. He then pushed my legs back to my chest, before spreading them open.

My panties had already shifted out of place, this new position riding the lace up my ass even more than before, exposing my puffed lips, the pink lace only guarding my pearl.

He licked his lips, and got level with my pussy, his face right at my center. His thumb grazed the inside of my thigh, sending an electric charge straight to my clit, before resting it there.

God.

He wrapped his right arm around my left thigh, gripping me, then ran his thumb up and down my slit. I moaned and angled my hips slightly. The feeling of the lace and his finger rubbing against me was making me lose it. All this anticipation made the nerve endings between my legs stand at attention, each waiting for their turn to be touched.

Kissed.

Licked.

"You wore these for me?" His voice was soft, his path on my pussy slow and deliberate. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

"Yes," I whispered. Touch my clit again.

He reflected on my answer, before peeling the fabric slicked with my juices to the side. The cold air danced against my hot flesh, goosebumps forming all over my body.

He pressed his thumb on my clit, his eyes back on my face. Studying me.

"Have you been wearing panties like these every night I've laid with you?"

His thumb maintained its pressure, unmoving. The action implied: If I don't get what I want, you won't get what you want.

I felt my juices trickling out of me. I wiggled underneath him, but he stayed in position, a sentinel on duty.

He would not ask again.

"Yes," I moaned. My elbows wobbled beneath me.

Gently, his thumb circled my clit. It's just his thumb. I threw my head back, my arms weakening. That feels too good. It's been so long.

He stopped. "Keep your eyes on me."

I brought my head forward, and he resumed rubbing my clit, a little faster than before.

This is sweet torture. My heart pounded like drums in my ears. I was panting like a cat in heat.

"Were you wearing panties like this the first night we slept together?"

His eyes stayed trained on my face, waiting for an answer.

Yes. I did, but it was just to be prepared, in case anything did happen. But I didn't invite him for sex. It wasn't some trick or ploy. I didn't want him to get the wrong impression.

I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed. "Yes."

His thumb stopped circling my clit.

I opened my eyes, expecting him to stand up and leave for being such a tease. Instead, I opened them just in time to watch him slide two fingers inside of me, curling them upwards; both hands now occupied with my pussy.

"Fuu..." I could hardly get the word out.

His pace, just like before, was consistent, methodical, and agonizingly slow. His thumb remained laser focused on my rosebud. It felt phenomenal, but I was very close to begging if he didn't speed things up.

"Why?"

The room was quiet, but my pussy was loud.

I could barely see him, my vision blurred from the sensation.

Just say it.

"I didn't think you wanted me."

He stopped, and eyed me for a while, before slowly withdrawing his fingers, never breaking eye contact.

His fingers were coated with my juices.

He put them in his mouth and closed his eyes, dragging them out of his mouth slowly, savoring the taste--savoring me, before his eyes met mine again.

"I've never wanted anyone more."

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Dawn

Before I could even process what he said, he put his mouth on me.

"Ooh, shit," I moaned. He kept his tongue right on my clit, his tongue flicking it faster than I could process.

My elbows gave in, and I fell back, squeezing my eyes shut. I reached over and gripped his hair, pushing against him, hoping to create a bit of distance. Too much, too fast.

He slipped his two fingers back in and flicked them up along the roof of my sex, matching the speed of his tongue. I raised my hips off the bed and nearly howled like a wolf to a full moon. "Lucas," I gasped. "Oh god, yes. Just like that."

A sound akin to a growl emanated from him and it only intensified his efforts. I felt a pressure building deep within me, growing stronger as he pressed forward. I couldn't hold it in.

"Lucas. Lucas I... please." I tried to scurry backwards, but it was no use. His arm was like a vice around my thigh and his mouth pressed firmly against me. I reached over to try to put my hand over my pussy, and he responded by pushing his face in further.

I made one last plea. "Lucas, please."

He was relentless.

The pressure had built up to a maximum, and I was about to burst. My legs shook violently and I screamed. I squirted for the first time, coating him and the bed in my pleasure. It sprayed high and far. I brought my knees back to my chest, breathing heavily. Stunned.

I thought I couldn't.

"Oh fuck, I..."

"I've never..." I finally opened my eyes and saw stars, my brain rebooting.

When I finally managed to look at him, he was standing over me, his fingers back in his mouth, eyes transfixed on my pussy. His shorts were off and his dick stood proud, his tip glistening and dripping with pre-cum.

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Lucas

I put my head against the tiles, the warm water cascading down my back.

Fuck. I could see myself pinning her right here and

stroking her into submission.

My cock twitched.

If he were smart, he'd be taking care of her right now.

No way. Not after she had seen me.

Why? Why did she pick him? What was it about him that made her commit to him?

He definitely doesn't do it better than me. That I knew for a fact.

I turned the faucet off and stepped out. Pulling my boxer briefs over my growing cock, I wasted no time getting in my warped bed.

Gotta love campus housing. I'd had trouble finding a place in time for my arrival, the university offering me a huge apartment on the far west end of campus until I got settled.

I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling in frustration. I knew plenty of guys like Peter. They do well with women but have no confidence, so they lay those insecurities on confident, beautiful women, dimming their shine.

And damn did she shine.

Peter was too busy focusing on me to notice the other men taking glances at her all night, averting their gaze when she'd turn around, or look their way. Dawn was the type of woman men admired from afar, because even if they had a chance, they wouldn't know what to do with her. How to treat her.

How to please her.

That shit turned me on. If I were him, it would drive me nuts, because despite the leering eyes and suggestive smiles, she'd have her lips wrapped around me at the end of the night.

Fuck.

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Lucas

She tasted... divine.

As my tongue swirled on her, she writhed beneath me, the pale light of the moon dancing across her skin, the peak of her taut nipples awash with silver light. I planned to get my mouth on them next.

Her pussy was so wet that the sound of her filled the entire room, getting wetter and louder by the second. She was so tight and responsive, I couldn't wait to have her wrapped around my cock.

Then, she moaned my name.

Fuckkkkkk. I considered pulling my fingers out and dipping my tongue inside, to taste more, but I didn't want to give her a moment of respite.

Her hand gripped my hair roughly, and it sent a chill through me, my cock so hard against the bed frame it felt like steel against steel. She ground herself against me, alternating between pushing and pulling.

Don't deny yourself, Dawn.

Her moans grew louder and louder, and she started pleading, legs shaking.

I pressed on.

Cum for me baby.

As if she'd read my mind, she squirted hard, soaking me.

Good girl. I adore squirting.

I stood up and watched her come down, her breathing shallow and fast, baring herself to me while her essence dripped off my face. I pulled my shorts and boxers off, my cock hard and ready.

I put my fingers in my mouth, committing her taste to memory.

Maybe I should do it again.

I was about to get back down on my knees before she opened her eyes, fixing her gaze to my cock.

I bet she can take it all. The thought alone sent shockwaves through my brain. She brought her legs down and sat up, looking up at me.

My cock raged before her, a bead of pre-cum dripping onto her chest. She swiped a finger to collect it, inspecting it, before putting her finger into her mouth, peeking at me through her lashes.

If she puts it in her mouth, I will explode.

I expected her to say something, but instead, she wrapped her hand around it, sucking the tip into her mouth.

"Mmmm." I cradled her face as she took me in deeper. She struggled, my girth making it difficult for her to go as far as she'd like, but my god.

I fought to keep my eyes open to watch her work. Her tongue twirled around me as she slurped and moaned, dragging her hand along my length.

"Just like that," I said through clenched teeth.

She released me with a pop! then laid it against her face, kissing down the shaft to the base, before licking back up and guiding the tip back into her mouth.

I slid my hand into her hair, wrapping my hand around it, resting my thumb and pinky around her neck.

"Mmm," she moaned, the vibrations reverberating down to my balls. She dropped her hand and slowed her pace to allow me control. With my other hand, I pushed a stray hair over her face back, then swept a lone tear from her eye.

Stunning.

I leaned forward, guiding myself in and out of her mouth, pushing further and further, searching for her limit. Spit foamed over me, dripping into her lap, her eyes somewhere else entirely.

"Dawn..." I moaned. She brought both hands up now, and I dropped mine, the twisting and sucking bringing me to the edge.

I fought the urge to let her bring me to nirvana.

"Dawn."

She looked up at me, warbling a response with my cock in her mouth. I pulled out, then crashed into her mouth, tonguing her down while taking her right leg into the crease of my arm and leading her further onto the bed. She laid back, a pillow cushioning her head before I splayed her open.

I gave her a once over, taking the time to admire her in this position. Her pussy was pink and glistened with my saliva and her essence; titties round and full, her legs parted, ready to receive me. I made a silent promise to put my mouth on that pussy once more before the night was through.

A look of concern swept across her face.

I'd seen that look before. I hovered above her and angled myself at her entrance, my face inches from hers. I looked at her with earnest. "I'll take my time, I promise."

Then, I plunged in.

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Lucas

"Oh. God. Luc."

Luc. I like that.

We both watched intently as I stretched her open.

A little in, all the way out. A little bit more, all the way out. I steeled myself, because if I didn't, I'd come way too soon.

Her breathing was ragged, uneven, her eyes trained on our union. I placed my hand on her clit, rubbing it gently.

"Good girl." I whispered, before thrusting in deeply.

She whimpered, then groaned. You look so good taking this cock. I was already more than halfway in; another 4 inches and we'd be bone to bone.

"It's so thick," she purred. I glanced up to see her watching me, pure ecstasy written all over her face. Her hands cupped her titties, her nipples poking through her fingers.

I slid in deeper, the stroke long, her juices coating me. 3 inches left. You're so close, baby girl. "How does it feel?"

She dropped her hands to my thighs and brung herself to me, closing the gap between us. Passion blazed in her eyes. Dawn inhaled sharply, rotating her hips against me. "It feels sooo good."

Now, time to get to work.

I pulled back, until the tip was all that remained. I grabbed the back of her knees and pinned her down, then sunk into her, fast and hard.

Half stroke, full stroke, slow strokes, fast strokes; deep strokes. Her pussy creamed all over my cock, the symphonies emanating from both sets of lips driving me to the fucking edge. My entire body tingled as I fought my own release.

Placing her hand on my stomach, she wailed. "Lucassss..." her whole body shook.

I went as far as I could, and stopped, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room.

"Move your hand."

She met my eyes, silently pleading. I felt her pussy throbbing and clenching my cock, and I knew what was coming. She knew I wouldn't ask again. She drew her hand back hesitantly, and I slammed into her before she thought to change her mind.

"Oooh. Oh, fuck. Mmmm." Her head landed back into the pillow, eyes rolling back into her head before closing; legs twitching.

"You are... irresistible. I cannot get enough of you. You drive me mad." I buried my cock deep in her, over and over. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you." I only joined the study group because of you. I have dreams about you. I'm in love with you.

Her shaking reached its crescendo and she squirted again. Keep going, don't stop. "Luc, it's getting everywhere," she cried.

"Say my name again."

Her mouth was moving but she struggled to speak.

"Dawn."

"... oooh... Luc..."

The slapping sounds intensified; the entire bed wet. A squirter and creamer. Glory be to god. My balls slapped against her ass, dripping with her juices.

Her mouth was open, no sound coming out, eyes rolled back. Her tits bounced with each stroke, her legs wide open. A vision of perfection. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead and fell on her chest. I felt my knees wobbling beneath me. I must have looked wild. You're driving me there.

I drove in deep, gripped her tightly and flipped us, my back immediately dampened by her nectar. Her back arched and eyes flew open. "Oh god, it's so deep!"

I pulled her knees forward, forcing her to sit completely. She rose up quickly, both hands on my chest. I gripped the back of her thighs.

"Ride, baby. Ride."

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Dawn

I spent extra time in the shower to avoid Pete's advances. I just needed time to process.

I ran my washcloth up my thigh.

Before Lucas, I didn't really care too much about carnal pleasures. In the moment it was nice, then the moment would pass, and that would be that. My girlfriends would talk about being "dickmatized," and I had never felt that way. I had a few dicks, some big, some small, but the feeling was... okay. I liked them larger, because I could feel more, but I never had the opportunity to savor the moment, because they weren't special. I'd get myself off much more thoroughly than a man ever could.

After Lucas, I realized that it wasn't that they weren't capable, it's that they couldn't be bothered to learn how. How to touch a woman, how to talk to her, how to make her the focus. It was only ever about their pleasure. Pete was willing to be taught, which was a slight improvement from most of my sexual encounters.

But Luc just... knew. He knew what I needed. He'd make me squirt over and over, until I was thoroughly satisfied. He relished in me and loved to please me. Pete had to be told what to do during each encounter. Lick here, touch here, kiss here.

I shouldn't have to do that all the time.

I'd never squirted before or since with a man. I hardly came now. But Pete is a good man, albeit insecure. They both loved when I'd ride, but Pete couldn't last long, so we didn't do it very often.

But Luc...

Luc was a bull, and he was born to be ridden.

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Dawn

I wonder if they can hear me. I had been screaming and moaning for the past hour or so, and suddenly felt bashful.

I was sitting on Luc, his manhood firmly planted inside of me. In this position, his tip nestled against my G-spot, filling me completely. Each shift on his dick made my entire body tingle with a sweet numbness. It wouldn't take long to cum this way. I could barely sit properly. I leaned forward, put my hands on his chest and rose my ass, trying to find a good medium. Even though I was on top, he could ram me endlessly, given my current state and how thick and long that dick was, that terrified me.

My hair was wild, the bed soaked, and he lay beneath me, analyzing. He raised his hands and slid them to my hips, gripping me roughly, then gave me my instructions:

"Ride, baby. Ride." Okay, then.

I rocked back and forth slowly, before speeding it up a bit. The angle provided a great tap to my g-spot, eliciting soft moans and I creamed up his cock some more. I writhed and ground from the tip to the base, the force splashing my essence all over him. "Oooo fuck yeah."

Suddenly, he pulled my knees back, his cock slamming into my g-spot, my back straight, with me sitting directly on it once again. I sucked in air through my teeth sharply.

He looked me in my eyes, waiting to see what I would do. I don't think I can bounce on this thing. I must have looked unsure, because his eyes seemed to say: You can, and you will.

I raised up off him, then dropped down. My tits bounced. His cock pressed on my spot like it was a damn doorbell.

"Again." His voice was rough with need. I raised up again, his hands cupping my ass, before dropping back down again.

"Mmm." His moan was deep and guttural. He sounded so fucking good.

He'd satisfied me all night; it was time to return the favor. Be a big girl and take that dick.

I brought myself up on my tippy toes and started to ride, bouncing up and down on his monster cock. I trapped my moan in my throat, a warbled cry.

"Aah, yeah." The look on his face was pure pleasure, a hint of a smile on his lips. He liked watching me. His eyes devoured me, and his hands traveled all over my body, thumbing my nipples, pawing my ass, running up and down my back before settling right back on my hips.

"Gooood girl." I almost came from his praise. His voice was at such a low register that the sound went straight to my core. It wouldn't be long now. The sounds my pussy made were turning me on too; I'd never gotten so excited... so wet before.

Shit. I'm about to cum. My thighs trembled slightly, and I prayed he didn't notice as I raised up a bit higher to keep him from hitting my g-spot so hard.

He noticed. On my descent, he pushed me down further, slamming his cock into my g spot, causing me to squirt a bit. I squealed and he grunted.

"Take it all." He gripped me tightly and took over, gliding me up and down his cock, pounding the disobedience out of me. With every collision my essence splashed everywhere, my pussy creaming and squirting at the same time. He licked his lips and smirked, a deep growl rising out of him.

"Sweet."

"Gushy."

"Tight."

"Pussy."

The sound that came from me was... primal. So was the sound he made in return.

I wanted to stay like this forever. I'd never felt this good during sex. His cock stroked every inch of my walls. He throbbed inside of me as he fought to keep his own release at bay. I closed my eyes and let the motion take over. Lucas slammed inside of me, and I matched his intensity. I felt a wave building deep within. Our tempo grew faster and faster, my wave growing as tall as a tsunami, my pussy clenching like a vice around him. The friction was making me weak, the sensations causing my brain to spark, on the verge of overloading. My legs started to shake but I ignored it, unwilling to deny myself the sensation I was experiencing. I couldn't hear or see anything, I couldn't speak--all I could do is feel him, and he was pounding me mercilessly, unable to deny himself any longer.

I felt an electric charge run from my pussy to my brain before the wave broke and crashed. I came. Behind my eyelids, I saw colors, swirling pinks and blues and a blinding yellow light, my entire body vibrating in the throes of my orgasm.

Who knew it could feel like this? Does it always feel like this for him?

Slowly, I came back to reality.

The look on Lucas' face told me that that was a first for him too. He lifted my ass up gently, separating us before pulling me to his soaked chest. His cream dripped out of my spent pussy.

He ran his hand up and down my back, our breathing shallow and labored.

He picked my head up from his chest and looked me in my eyes, searching. Always searching. He ran his thumb over my cheek and smiled softly, before throwing his head back into the pillow.

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