Tenure

43. James

43

James

The room has faded out to white, and all I can see is her. All I can hear is a faint ringing in my ears.

She’s sucked in her bottom lip, and I know it’s to keep from screaming. She’s gripping her thighs so hard she’ll probably be bruised, the veins in her throat pulsing as she tries to pretend she’s breathing normally. Her eyes are open, glazed, unfocused, but she’s looking at me. She’s looking right at me.

“Professor?”

I blink, force myself to look away from the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, for . . . Samir? Fuck you, Samir. Fuck you and your fucking question. I’m missing this for YOU.

“What?”

“I don’t understand how she got a positive. No matter how many times I run this problem, I get zero or negative two.”

I’m missing this for you and your STUPID fucking question.

“Kiernan?” I say, shifting my eyes back to her. My knees nearly buckle; she’s subtly rocking her hips, her top lip sucked in too, and I can’t tell if she’s still coming and riding it out or trying to make herself come again, but either way I’m about ready to blow my load in my pants. Feels like I half-have already.

“Yes?” she says. Her voice sounds remarkably normal.

“Care to explain why he—”

“You’re not applying the subgroup rules. I think?” She looks at me for confirmation, and I nod.

Goddamit, I really am going to come in my pants . . .

“What subgroup?” Samir asks, but I can see him looking over his notes and realizing he completely ignored an entire principle.

“That’s enough for today. I want notes and ten more pages on your thesis topics by Wednesday. I will review, we will discuss next Saturday. Now get out.”

Everyone shuffles around collecting their things, mumble their goodbyes, and scurry off except for Shannon who hovers awkwardly, blocking my view of Kiernan.

“I was wondering if maybe we could meet sometime this week? To go over my thesis development. I’m not sure . . .”

Kiernan’s head snaps up at meet sometime this week, her eyes zeroing in on Shannon’s back despite the sheen of sweat coating her forehead.

I don’t know what Shannon’s saying, and I don’t care. I tuned her out. A year ago.

“Shannon, your thesis is developing fine. Send me the pages like everyone else. We’ll talk in class.”

“But—”

“He said you’ll talk in class,” Kiernan says, her voice quiet but sharp.

Shannon turns around to say something, but I put my hand on Shannon’s back and lead her towards the door.

She glances at Kiernan one more time, and leaves without a word.

I look back at my girl, and she’s staring at the doorway like she’d like to burn a hole in it. God she’s fucking perfect . . .

“I need to be in you. Now.” My voice is ragged, desperate, but I don’t care.

“Yes, sir,” she says, and I almost lose it.

She stands, eyes fluttering as she does, listing forward like she’s drunk. I hurry over and grip her arm, practically dragging her behind me.

“Where can we go?” she pants.

“My office . . .”

“Where’s your office?”

“Next building.”

“TOO FAR!” she shouts in a whisper, and I take a hard left, shoving open the door in the hallway on our right, a small janitorial supply closet. “This is better,” she says, gripping the front of my shirt and yanking me towards her. Her tongue is down my throat before the door’s even closed all the way.

We kiss passionately, wildly, hands on each other’s faces and necks, groaning into each other’s mouths.

“You’re fucking brilliant,” I mutter, pulling at her hoodie and yanking it over her head. “That was a master’s class and you—”

“No more math,” she interrupts, her voice pleading. “Please. I need you.”

My heart flatlines. I need you. I need you. Why does that feel so fucking good? I need you.

I hold her face in my hands, a few inches away, and stroke her cheekbones with my thumbs.

“Whatever you need, baby,” I murmur.

She leans in to kiss me, slower this time, sweet, and slides her sweats off, letting them drop on the ground. She’s naked and my hands make their way down her neck, shoulders, arms, then across to her breasts, squeezing and kneading until she’s moaning my name into my mouth.

“Please,” she begs.

“Okay, baby,” I whisper. But to my surprise, she turns around, putting her hands on the wall like she did when I put the plug in.

“I need you now ,” she says. “ Please.”

I swallow, hand running over the flared handle pressed against her cheeks.

“Please,” she says. She’s looking at me over her shoulder, face in profile, just like the first time I met her, when she walked out of the classroom.

I was a goner from the beginning.

I grip the handle of the toy and push it into her a little before I withdraw it most of the way, watching her throw her head back in ecstasy. I could watch this all day, just push this little toy in and out of her ass until she physically couldn’t stand it anymore, but my weeping cock is screaming against my fly and all I want is to be inside her, so I push it all the way back in and leave it.

I undo my fly and shove my jeans down, kicking them off, and then dropping my boxers to my knees before gripping the base of my cock and pushing it against her wet slit, swirling the tip of my dick all over her pussy.

“Oh, god, it hurts,” she says, “I’m so sore, James . . . it hurts so fucking good . . .”

“I know, baby,” I say in her ear, reaching for her hands and weaving our fingers together. “I’ll go slow.”

I push myself into her and fight not to come as I slide into her sopping pussy, drenched for me like always, just fucking dripping. I grunt as I disappear inside her cunt, inch by inch, the pressure from the plug moving around in her ass from all her frantic muscle spasming pushing me to the edge. And I’m not even all the way in yet . . .

“How does that feel baby?”

“I feel so fucking FULL,” she moans, squeezing my hands. “Oh my GOD . . .”

“Good, baby . . . I want you to feel good.”

I gently push into her the rest of the way, the pressure of my abdomen pushing the plug deeper into her ass, and she grunts like a fucking whore making my cock kick so hard inside her that her fingers start to flex involuntarily to the rhythm of it.

I try to keep it together but the slick heat drowning my dick is too much.

“I’m not gonna last like this,” I say. “I’m too worked up.”

She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder again, her expression nervous and sweet.

“James?”

“Mm?”

“I want you to come in my ass.”

I still, holding my breath, muscles tense, trying not to blow my load inside her cunt while she’s telling me exactly what she wants.

“We should maybe . . . work up to that,” I choke out.

“No,” she says, staring at me, resting her chin on her shoulder. “I want your cock in my ass. I need your cock in my ass.”

I fucking love you. I love you.

I say, “Okay,” instead.

I slide myself out of her, my dick bouncing against my lower belly, and I reach down for the plug again, twisting it gently as I pull it out.

I toss it on her sweatpants and then spread her cheeks open, her little hole puckered and ready, pink and begging for it.

“I need to get your ass nice and wet, baby.”

“ Please, ” is all she says.

I reach between her legs and am floored by how much she’s dripping for me. This won’t be hard . . . I slide a palmful of her arousal up her crack and smear it all over her ass, and then grip my cock which is still drenched—still coated in her—and press the tip to her asshole.

“Kiernan,” I say gently. “You say stop, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she pants, shifting her hips so she’s pressing backwards against my dick. I smile warmly at her eagerness, and push a little harder, trying to get her to open up for me, rolling my wet cock around, trying to push my way in and break through the resistance.

“Here we go,” I say in warning, and she nods as I push harder, my head squeezing past her entrance and into her ass.

“ Fuuuuck!” I groan, praying I can keep from coming before I’m even all the way in. Her stretched asshole is gripping my cock like a vice, frantically trying to push me out.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “Please, please keep going, James. Please . . .”

I slide in another inch, rocked by how slow I’ve been shoving myself into her considering how desperate I am for her. This is the only place I ever want to be again. I’m never taking my cock out of her again.

“More,” she begs.

I push in farther, half my dick disappearing into her asshole, and I put my hands on her beautiful cheeks, caressing them, worshiping them with my fingers as I watch myself keep sinking into her, watch her stretching open to accommodate my length.

“Okay, Kiernan, almost there . . .”

She nods. “I want it all. I want all of you.”

And with a half groan, half grunt, I push the rest of the way in, balls deep in her ass, and try to stay still for a minute to let her adjust.

When she turns to look at me, her eyes are black with lust, ravenously hungry.

“I needed this,” she says quietly. “Thank you.”

As a reward I slide my hand around to her front and dip between her legs, splitting her pussy lips apart with my thumb and pinky and using my middle three fingers to pump into her. She’s swollen, pure liquid, and I cannot get enough of it.

I start to pump in and out of her ass, matching the rhythm with my hand in her pussy so that she feels like she’s being fucking stuffed. I already know I can’t make this last. Not like this. She’s clenching around my fingers and my dick, the pulses growing more rapid, and I know she’s there with me. She’s going to come, and fast, and I’ve never wanted her leaking my cum from every orifice more than I want it right now.

I speed up a little, throw my head back and enjoy the ride. Her ass is as tight as her pussy, and I’m barely hanging in.

“Baby, I need you to come soon. I want us to come together.”

“I’m close,” she moans. “Right on the edge.”

“Me too,” I pant, speeding up even more. “Let go, babygirl. I want to see you let go.”

Whatever tension she was holding drains out of her, her entire body relaxing except for the holes I’m currently in.

“Let go, Kiernan.”

She moans, loud and sweaty and sweet. She sounds . . . grateful.

“I’ve never felt so good,” she cries out. “I’ve never felt so full, and I’m entirely full of you.”

She’s starting to unravel a little, her hips bouncing as she starts to ride my cock in earnest.

“I’m close,” she moans, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck . . .”

But I can see she’s stuck, feel that she’s stuck, and all I want in the world is watch her fall apart again where we have a little privacy this time—where I can watch in awe without interruptions.

“Kiernan,” I say gently as I start to fuck her harder, deeper. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re beautiful, and smart, and perfect in every goddamn way, except that you aren’t coming on my dick right now! ”

I reach for her breast with my free hand and start rolling her nipple between my fingers.

“Come for me,” I growl, as I pinch her nipple hard.

She cries out and I feel her soak my hand, spraying the floor with come as she squirts fucking everywhere, her ass flexing frantically around my dick. I keep fucking her ass and keep driving my fingers into her pussy and feel another wave of warmth coat my hand before she squirts all over the floor again, her body going haywire as I keep her standing with just my dick.

She’s making a horrible mess, squirting all over the damn place, before she finally collapses forward onto the wall and turns her head to look at me again.

“James?”

“Yeah, baby . . .”

“I love you, too.”

I blow so hard I’m surprised I didn’t fly across the road, all the muscles in my back tensing hard as I see stars, filling her ass with my cum, shooting it straight into her, practically blind with pleasure.

When I finally finish, I pull my cock out of her ass and smile with delight at her stretched hole. Her muscles are still flexing, and my cum starts to drip out of her, sliding down towards her slit.

“No!” I growl, not wanting to waste any, wanting all of it inside of her. I bend low and lap up what’s dripping out of her ass, tonguing her hole and make her whimper like the good girl she is, and then I reach down and pick up the plug, pushing it back into her ass, trapping everything inside her.

I stand and yank my boxers up, then reach for my jeans, but still she doesn’t move.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask.

“Why did you put the plug back in?” she asks.

I smile at her. “So we don’t waste,” I say. I hold out the legs of her sweatpants for her to get back into them, sad to see the butt plug disappearing from view but thrilled that it’s holding in all my cum, save for the little mess I already licked up.

She pulls on her clothes as quickly as she can, huffing little sighs of pleasure as she shifts around with the plug in her.

She said she loves me. While I was balls deep in her ass.

She’s the fucking one. I know it. So, I lean forward and kiss her until she legitimately can’t breathe.