Big Man on Campus (3 page)

“
I’ve never been with a woman who wasn’t shaved before,” he
said before burying his face between her legs and inhaling
deeply.

“
Well, I’m partially shaved.” Cass tried to chuckle
nonchalantly, but it was shriller than she would have liked, making
her sound nervous. “Just call me Eve.”

Adam
took his hands and parted his way through her damp curls until he
found the tender flesh at the center, and then he began to kiss her
labia like he was deep kissing her mouth. His teeth nibbled, his
tongue swirled and licked before tongue fucking her so deep, she
came with a shuddering moan.

When he
began lavishing attention to the hardened pearl of her clit and
began to suck, the sensation sent Cass out of her head—which she
struggled to keep from thrashing about and knocking herself out. If
it wasn’t for Adam being between her legs, she would have slid down
the shower wall.

Cass
looked down and he was looking up at her, his face shiny and damp
because of her or the shower, most likely both. She nudged him
away. Now it was her turn. She indicated for him to trade places
with her before she crouched in front of him and took him into her
mouth. The head alone was a nice mouthful. She lavished attention
on his cock and felt it grow.

His cock
was plump and hard and Cass gently pushed his cock up against his
chest so she could stroke his balls. She moved closer, and before
taking one fleshy orb into her mouth, she caught the scent of him,
a combination of his natural essence and the freshness of the hotel
body wash. She sucked on the left ball and then the right, gently
feeling what she called the “little egg” rolling around inside. She
licked the seam of skin from between his balls and the vein running
along the underside of his cock until she tickled the underside of
his cockhead with her tongue. Slowly she licked and ran her lips
along either side of his cock, her mouth, along with her wet hands,
slicking him up. Every time her tongue touched him, he moaned. He
was now rock hard and Cass thought he was set to burst when Adam
pulled away and turned off the water.

Shower
over, they dried themselves off with luxurious towels softer than
butter. The strength she suspected him of having while in the
shower was confirmed when he picked her up and carried her to the
bed. As soon as he laid her down, he was on her. His hard cock
rubbed against her thigh and her stomach fluttered sending signals
to her pussy. All she wanted to do was to get it inside her as soon
as possible.

Suddenly, she felt him get off the bed and saw him pick up
his pants from off the floor. He got his wallet out of a pocket and
pulled out three little packets wrapped in foil. He threw two of
them onto the nightstand and tore into the third, and within
seconds had the condom on that thick, sizeable cock she became
acquainted with in the shower. She grabbed him and he fell onto
her. It winded her for a moment, but she recovered quickly and
spread her legs for him. He found her entrance and dove in and she
delighted in the attack.

“
Oh damn, you feel so good...” Adam groaned as he buried his
cock, balls deep, inside her. He gyrated his hips, grinding into
her. “Oh,
fuck
...
You feel so fucking good.”

They
turned over. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging so deep into
her flesh that she would have winced in pain she wasn’t so
distracted by his cock moving like a piston inside her, forcing her
to grab hold of his shoulders as she rode him.

For a
young man, Adam was teaching her several things all at once. Never
would she assume that a man didn’t have strength and stamina
because he wasn’t muscle bound, and never again would she
underestimate the sexual skills of a small town farm boy. It didn’t
take long for him to knock out another orgasm out of her. In fact,
if she wasn’t careful, Adam risked fucking her into a shadow within
a matter of minutes. She needed to slow down the pace.

She
dismounted from her young buck and got between his legs. Slowly she
rolled off the condom, exposing the glistening head. She used his
cock as a lipstick and the pre-cum as her gloss as she stroked it
over her lips before taking his still-firm cock into her mouth. As
she began to suck, he let out a sigh that blended into a moan as
she made her way down his shaft, her tongue and lips stroking him,
her hands caressing him. He eased back into the headboard and
buried his fingers in her hair. Slowly he fucked her mouth and Cass
resuscitated his cock to life. She made eye contact with him. She
wanted him to hear her wet, slippery mouth slurp along his thick,
warm cock. She wanted him to hear her eat him. Her reward was a
full-body tremor.

“
Lie down on your stomach,” he said, his voice thick and
deep.

She
obeyed and laid beside him.

“
Close your eyes.”

She did
and instantly relaxed. They were giving each other a workout. Cass
had no idea where, why, or how Adam got to be so aggressive in bed.
Was it the brazenness of youth or something darker in his
personality or his past that was responsible? At that moment, Cass
didn’t care. What shocked her more was how she acquiesced. It
turned her on. She couldn’t remember her last time with a man who
took charge in the bedroom like Adam had done.

The bed
dipped and shook indicating his getting out of bed. She sighed,
contented, as his body covered hers and he began to kiss and suck
on her neck. Then he started to trail his kisses downward with the
occasional lick or bite along the way until he came to the twin
hills of her buttocks. There, he grabbed them and kneaded them like
doughy mounds of flesh, kissing and sometimes spanking each cheek
and making her skin warm up.

When she
felt his tongue slide down between her cheeks and nudge its way
inside her ass, Cass knew his parents named him Adam for good
reason. He was the first man to ever try that move on her. She
trembled and her mouth went dry.

“
Where did you learn how to do that?”

“
How does anyone learn anything?” he said from between her ass
cheeks. “Experience, of course.”

Cass
melted into the mattress, incapable of anymore speech with the
sensation of his tongue in her ass. In and out his tongue probed.
He spread her cheeks apart and Cass felt his face press in farther.
Adam obviously knew how sound could be a turn on as much as she did
as he feasted on her ass like she did his cock. His tongue was
making her and her ass crack dripping wet with the way he
alternated between licking around and inside both of her
entrances.

This,
she discovered, was merely a segue into what he was going to do
next. She’d had anal sex before, but not in a long time, and never
with a man who prepared her the way Adam did. Again, the question
about where and how he got so much experience—expert experience, as
far as she was concerned—at pleasing a woman at his age came to her
mind. The thought didn’t last long because his tongue
was...just...so... glorious...

He got a
fresh condom from off the nightstand and she raised her hips off
the bed out of instinct; she was in heat. He was back on her in a
flash and the head of his cock was breaching the tight ring of her
ass almost immediately. He took advantage of her position, and when
he entered her, she cried out. He lay on top of her and reached
around to stroke her pussy, letting out a small sound of surprise
to find her hand already there. Together their fingers rubbed
against either side of her clit with every pass. He pulled her hair
back and began kissing behind her ear.

“
Bite that pillow, Cass,” he said with a growl. “Bite
it!”

That’s
when they stopped having sex and began to rut. They became rough,
more animalistic with their need to be on or inside the other. Time
wore on and their bodies gleaned with sweat and from kisses and
licks. Cass had no idea how long they’d been at it by the time they
both collapsed, exhausted.

She
curled up into him. “Mmm, this is why I love king-sized
beds...”

“
And why is that?” he asked, pulling her even closer until her
head rested on his chest.

“
Neither one of us has to sleep in the wet spot.”

The echo
in Adam’s chest as he chuckled lulled Cass to sleep.

Cass
studied her reflection in the mirror. A woman with black eyes
stared back. Her smeared eye makeup made her look like five-cent
hooker after a half-price sale. The way her body ached, Cass felt
like one too. Her pussy and asshole was sore and throbbed like they
had been on the receiving end of a battering ram, which, in a way,
was true. Her neck, throat, and chest made plain what she’d been up
to the night before.

She ran
her finger softly over one hickey, the one just above her left
collarbone, and it was tender to the touch. It would take
days—weeks—before they would fade away. Not that she minded. She
didn’t want to forget last night any time soon, even though she
doubted she could.

At least
she had returned the favor and marked him up in a similar fashion.
She all but clawed a roadmap across the poor man’s back.

She
sighed and shook her head. There was no use denying it. The kid had
mad skills and stamina that threatened to dick-whip her into
submission. If she were the pathetic type, she could see herself
blowing her twenty thousand dollar commission on him; buying him
things, taking him places, showing him off...fucking him
senseless.

Fortunately, she wasn’t pathetic. It had been years since her
last one-night stand, but she wasn’t going to let herself entertain
thoughts of “What if” and fantasy relationships. She would
catalogue last night with all of the other one nighters...but at
the top of the list.

She
showered, got dressed, combed her hair, and went back into the room
to pack her clothes from last night into her travel bag. When she
was done, she approached the bed where he lay stretched out on his
side with his head on his upper arm and his face covered by his
hair. She sat on the edge of the bed.

“
Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”

Adam
groaned and turned over onto his back. Cass smiled at the ruffled,
crumpled look he had. A beard of dark hair was starting to form in
the shape of a goatee around his mouth already, and Cass suspected
that, despite his baby face, he could grow a beard that added years
to it within a span of a few days. His hair fell into his eyes, but
when they opened wide and focused on the unfamiliar surroundings,
she had to keep from laughing.

“
What time is it?”

“
Eleven o’clock. I need to check out in an hour.”

“
I’m sorry.” He yawned.

“
I’m not.”

He
reached up and caressed her cheek. She leaned into the
caress.

“
You have time for a shower before we go.”

Check
out was fun. Adam lingered by the doors as Cass went up to settle
the bill. The scoop neck of her T-shirt covered the more vibrant
hickeys on her bosom but not the ones gracing her throat. This
didn’t keep her from smiling brightly at the desk clerk and taking
inward amusement as he tried not to let his eyes linger on her
abused neck.

Cass
then suggested they have brunch in the hotel bistro and was
gracious when Adam insisted on paying for it.