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Up Against the Wall
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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,067
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Up Against the Wall
Pound. Pound. Pound.
No, it wasn\'t just the blood vessels behind his eyes, as was his first assumption. There was really someone, or something, at the door. He took a deep breath, raising his shoulders as high as they would go, and exhaled in a slight snarl. The time between Neurobiology and dinner was short, but thankfully rare that anyone dared to disrupt it.
Pound. Pound.
Yes, the door was shaking with it. How he hated living on campus at a boarding school. It sounded as if someone was using boots. If whoever it was had damaged the finish, he\'d make them restore it. With nothing but their tongue.
When he flung the door open, Meghan stumbled into him, her kick having nowhere to go. Which fortunately lost some energy before it made contact with his shin. He grabbed her by the arms and slammed the door shut.
\"What....\" he demanded, \"are you doing here now?\"
She was livid.
\"I need to know what the hell you thought you were doing in class today!\"
\"MISS Kildens,\" he said, bringing to bare a spicing smidgeon of mockery, sweeping in with long fingers to brush her cheek. \"Surely you didn\'t expect anything in the classroom to change, just because you\'ve found a...\" one hand gracefully suggesting a specific region of both their bodies, \"use for me.\"
\"PROFESSOR DeHughes,\" she snarled right back - it was almost cute - \"You\'re right. I did not expect anything in class to change.\" She let a few beats go by. Where had she learned that from? \"So maybe you want to explain to me why, when you demanded to know the correct procedure for excisional biopsy, I raised my hand as I always do, and you called on me!
\"And why you let me work on Jordan\'s cadaver for him! Completely! Right under your nose! No snide remarks! No public humiliations! Nothing! What\'s wrong with you? The whole school will be talking!\"
He had to think of something fast.
Fortunately, she was on a roll; eyes flashing, fists clenched, breasts heaving - and the glint of her rage sent his blood rushing south, most inconveniently. \"Now, obviously you don\'t give a damn about your job, but I would like to hold on to my sexless reputation. If you don\'t mind, it\'s quite useful, and I would like to finish school without a bloody scandal! I thought I could trust the Head of the Medical Department at least to put up a half-decent front, but you\'re covering our arses like an American politician!\"
Oh, that was it. That was too much. The girl had a knack for doing so gloriously well up to a certain crucial point and then charging right over the line as if she hadn\'t even see it. With no warning he shoved her up against the stone wall, pressing himself into her so that she could fully feel, right into her soft white little belly, the effect her spitting fury really had on him.
\"Fine,\" he hissed, baring his teeth. \"If that\'s the way you want to play. Jordan’s passing the next exam, unless you let me fuck you right now.\"
\"A whole exam?\" she squeaked.
\"Mid Terms\"
She trembled like a leaf, full of rage and fear and....no, something else. Something else entirely. Something about the way she squirmed up against him, letting him feel the pounding of her shameless heart and the softness of everything else around it....
\"And Finals,\" he whispered, breathing into her tender little ear and allowing himself a nip... or two…\"I’ll give recommendations, and I will insinuate that you earned them well....\"
He ran the tip of his tongue beneath her earlobe.
\"Oh God,\" she sighed \"God, can you insinuate! Yes, just no passing, please!\" she begged, in a husky tone that belied her pleading. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her body pushing back against him.
\"You little bitch in heat,\" he snarled, ripping open her blouse, brushing his hand across one exquisite breast to feel its hard point rubbing his palm. \"You would\'ve done it for one exam.\"
She just gave a throaty groan and clenched her hand in his hair, pulling his head down to her nipples, inching up the wall, she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding....oh no.
Not so fast....oh yes....it felt like his cock would go all the way through four layers of fabric just to get to her; waiting, hungering, almost sucking him inward...He could smell it, could taste it, could feel it. He gasped for breath, slowed down; tried to devote all his attention to those tasty, responsive nipples and the way she pushed them further into his mouth....
She clenched her thighs tighter. The little slut was trying to bring herself off without a single thought to him. We\'ll see about that.
William pulled away from her and set her standing against the wall. He looked down at her panting form and decided he’d have at least some say in this.
\"On your knees,\" he ordered, and Meghan sank to the floor in front of
him without so much as a word. She helped herself to his clothes, sending buttons flying, going straight for the ones over his crotch, exposing his cock to her hungry gaze. Meghan flicked her tongue over the head lightly before drawing him fully into her mouth. William cradled her head in his hands, urging her forward as he fucked her willing mouth.
\"So hot, so wet,\" He murmured. He moaned as Meghan explored him with her lips and tongue. She knew just what he wanted, and concentrated on running her tongue up and down the underside of his cock before returning to the butterfly flicks of her tongue on the tip. She felt him take over her mouth and felt his legs start to quiver.
Meghan gazed up at him with glazed eyes; he reluctantly pulled away from her, having made his point. \"Stand up,” he said. She teasingly drew her tongue slowly across the underside of his cock before standing. “Fucking tease,” he grunted as he shoved her roughly back up against the wall.
He used his hands freely on her, curving with a firm grip but a teasing slowness around and under her bum, pushing her skirt up to her waist, trailing his touch upward where her under things were soaked through. She gave a nearly-sobbing laugh as he pushed the fabric aside and plunged fingers in; he groaned involuntarily at her response and her swollen readiness.
Her hands roamed down his body, but he was there faster, pushing his hips against hers roughly, shoving her thighs apart. \"Is this what you want?\" he murmured as he ran the head of his cock over her clit slowly, letting himself go all dreamy in the slick heaven of her, lapsing into a rhythm that made her eyes close, and her breathing catch and stop utterly. \"Yes...take it,\" he encouraged as she went rigid and keening, clenching at him with arms and legs and everything, shuddering violently at the last, and at that moment he drove it into her as deep as he could.
She went limp for a moment but recovered quickly, and then it was fire.
\"Hard....\" she stammered, \"Fuck me hard.\" And he did. He could have done nothing else.
**
With the fury of enemies they pounded at each other, clutching, scrabbling. She felt her clothes shredding between her backside and the stone; she felt his hair taunt between her grasping fingers; she forced his mouth to hers with overwhelming force and she fucked him back with her tongue.
And as her loins writhed under his with the leverage of stone underneath, she was thinking: This should hurt. This should hurt. But it doesn\'t. Oh God it doesn\'t. And the last fleeting and unacknowledged thought; I want it to.
And he had not lost his voice, though it was choked and broken and seemed to come straight from his lungs as he broke free of her mouth and whispered things to her: foul things, and crude, and degrading, and complimentary, and glorious. No one had ever groaned the power of her wantonness and the sweetness of her pussy to her in such melodious, helpless, vicious tones before.
**
When he came, rather quickly and with violence, she felt it through him, and lifted up her own cry with his shortly after.
**
When he released her, they fell slowly to their knees against the wall, leaning on each other. Nearly dinnertime.
They shakily did the best they could to clean up and look presentable.
\"Well, we can\'t very well go to dinner reeking of mammalian rutting,\" he said.
\"True,\" she said. She looked so dazed he couldn\'t help but to lean down and kiss her still slightly swollen mouth. After that, she smiled.
As did he. \"Lovely, Miss Kildens.\"
\"Will you still have energy for tonight?\" she asked sweetly.
He blinked again, and then smirked. \"If you\'re not too sore.\"
She laughed imperiously.
\"Oh, and by the way,\" he said. \"Anyone found within spitting distance of Jordan’s cadaver can fail right along side him. American politician indeed.\"
\"Well, you certainly are hard-working, Professor.\"
“And you certainly are the top of your class.”
No, it wasn\'t just the blood vessels behind his eyes, as was his first assumption. There was really someone, or something, at the door. He took a deep breath, raising his shoulders as high as they would go, and exhaled in a slight snarl. The time between Neurobiology and dinner was short, but thankfully rare that anyone dared to disrupt it.
Pound. Pound.
Yes, the door was shaking with it. How he hated living on campus at a boarding school. It sounded as if someone was using boots. If whoever it was had damaged the finish, he\'d make them restore it. With nothing but their tongue.
When he flung the door open, Meghan stumbled into him, her kick having nowhere to go. Which fortunately lost some energy before it made contact with his shin. He grabbed her by the arms and slammed the door shut.
\"What....\" he demanded, \"are you doing here now?\"
She was livid.
\"I need to know what the hell you thought you were doing in class today!\"
\"MISS Kildens,\" he said, bringing to bare a spicing smidgeon of mockery, sweeping in with long fingers to brush her cheek. \"Surely you didn\'t expect anything in the classroom to change, just because you\'ve found a...\" one hand gracefully suggesting a specific region of both their bodies, \"use for me.\"
\"PROFESSOR DeHughes,\" she snarled right back - it was almost cute - \"You\'re right. I did not expect anything in class to change.\" She let a few beats go by. Where had she learned that from? \"So maybe you want to explain to me why, when you demanded to know the correct procedure for excisional biopsy, I raised my hand as I always do, and you called on me!
\"And why you let me work on Jordan\'s cadaver for him! Completely! Right under your nose! No snide remarks! No public humiliations! Nothing! What\'s wrong with you? The whole school will be talking!\"
He had to think of something fast.
Fortunately, she was on a roll; eyes flashing, fists clenched, breasts heaving - and the glint of her rage sent his blood rushing south, most inconveniently. \"Now, obviously you don\'t give a damn about your job, but I would like to hold on to my sexless reputation. If you don\'t mind, it\'s quite useful, and I would like to finish school without a bloody scandal! I thought I could trust the Head of the Medical Department at least to put up a half-decent front, but you\'re covering our arses like an American politician!\"
Oh, that was it. That was too much. The girl had a knack for doing so gloriously well up to a certain crucial point and then charging right over the line as if she hadn\'t even see it. With no warning he shoved her up against the stone wall, pressing himself into her so that she could fully feel, right into her soft white little belly, the effect her spitting fury really had on him.
\"Fine,\" he hissed, baring his teeth. \"If that\'s the way you want to play. Jordan’s passing the next exam, unless you let me fuck you right now.\"
\"A whole exam?\" she squeaked.
\"Mid Terms\"
She trembled like a leaf, full of rage and fear and....no, something else. Something else entirely. Something about the way she squirmed up against him, letting him feel the pounding of her shameless heart and the softness of everything else around it....
\"And Finals,\" he whispered, breathing into her tender little ear and allowing himself a nip... or two…\"I’ll give recommendations, and I will insinuate that you earned them well....\"
He ran the tip of his tongue beneath her earlobe.
\"Oh God,\" she sighed \"God, can you insinuate! Yes, just no passing, please!\" she begged, in a husky tone that belied her pleading. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her body pushing back against him.
\"You little bitch in heat,\" he snarled, ripping open her blouse, brushing his hand across one exquisite breast to feel its hard point rubbing his palm. \"You would\'ve done it for one exam.\"
She just gave a throaty groan and clenched her hand in his hair, pulling his head down to her nipples, inching up the wall, she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding....oh no.
Not so fast....oh yes....it felt like his cock would go all the way through four layers of fabric just to get to her; waiting, hungering, almost sucking him inward...He could smell it, could taste it, could feel it. He gasped for breath, slowed down; tried to devote all his attention to those tasty, responsive nipples and the way she pushed them further into his mouth....
She clenched her thighs tighter. The little slut was trying to bring herself off without a single thought to him. We\'ll see about that.
William pulled away from her and set her standing against the wall. He looked down at her panting form and decided he’d have at least some say in this.
\"On your knees,\" he ordered, and Meghan sank to the floor in front of
him without so much as a word. She helped herself to his clothes, sending buttons flying, going straight for the ones over his crotch, exposing his cock to her hungry gaze. Meghan flicked her tongue over the head lightly before drawing him fully into her mouth. William cradled her head in his hands, urging her forward as he fucked her willing mouth.
\"So hot, so wet,\" He murmured. He moaned as Meghan explored him with her lips and tongue. She knew just what he wanted, and concentrated on running her tongue up and down the underside of his cock before returning to the butterfly flicks of her tongue on the tip. She felt him take over her mouth and felt his legs start to quiver.
Meghan gazed up at him with glazed eyes; he reluctantly pulled away from her, having made his point. \"Stand up,” he said. She teasingly drew her tongue slowly across the underside of his cock before standing. “Fucking tease,” he grunted as he shoved her roughly back up against the wall.
He used his hands freely on her, curving with a firm grip but a teasing slowness around and under her bum, pushing her skirt up to her waist, trailing his touch upward where her under things were soaked through. She gave a nearly-sobbing laugh as he pushed the fabric aside and plunged fingers in; he groaned involuntarily at her response and her swollen readiness.
Her hands roamed down his body, but he was there faster, pushing his hips against hers roughly, shoving her thighs apart. \"Is this what you want?\" he murmured as he ran the head of his cock over her clit slowly, letting himself go all dreamy in the slick heaven of her, lapsing into a rhythm that made her eyes close, and her breathing catch and stop utterly. \"Yes...take it,\" he encouraged as she went rigid and keening, clenching at him with arms and legs and everything, shuddering violently at the last, and at that moment he drove it into her as deep as he could.
She went limp for a moment but recovered quickly, and then it was fire.
\"Hard....\" she stammered, \"Fuck me hard.\" And he did. He could have done nothing else.
**
With the fury of enemies they pounded at each other, clutching, scrabbling. She felt her clothes shredding between her backside and the stone; she felt his hair taunt between her grasping fingers; she forced his mouth to hers with overwhelming force and she fucked him back with her tongue.
And as her loins writhed under his with the leverage of stone underneath, she was thinking: This should hurt. This should hurt. But it doesn\'t. Oh God it doesn\'t. And the last fleeting and unacknowledged thought; I want it to.
And he had not lost his voice, though it was choked and broken and seemed to come straight from his lungs as he broke free of her mouth and whispered things to her: foul things, and crude, and degrading, and complimentary, and glorious. No one had ever groaned the power of her wantonness and the sweetness of her pussy to her in such melodious, helpless, vicious tones before.
**
When he came, rather quickly and with violence, she felt it through him, and lifted up her own cry with his shortly after.
**
When he released her, they fell slowly to their knees against the wall, leaning on each other. Nearly dinnertime.
They shakily did the best they could to clean up and look presentable.
\"Well, we can\'t very well go to dinner reeking of mammalian rutting,\" he said.
\"True,\" she said. She looked so dazed he couldn\'t help but to lean down and kiss her still slightly swollen mouth. After that, she smiled.
As did he. \"Lovely, Miss Kildens.\"
\"Will you still have energy for tonight?\" she asked sweetly.
He blinked again, and then smirked. \"If you\'re not too sore.\"
She laughed imperiously.
\"Oh, and by the way,\" he said. \"Anyone found within spitting distance of Jordan’s cadaver can fail right along side him. American politician indeed.\"
\"Well, you certainly are hard-working, Professor.\"
“And you certainly are the top of your class.”