One Plus Two Minus One (7 page)

He reached
down, for the zipper of her skirt, but it was small and fiddly and
he didn’t seem to be able to get it.
She
reached too, got her fingers past his while he kissed her, pulled
it down.

He grabbed her wrist.

“
Hey,” she
said, not completely sure she meant it.
He held her wrist, just enough she knew he was strong and
she might not be able to move. Somehow, each time he did shit like
that, it wasn’t as threatening as it should be. Threatening in a
good way, and she wasn’t sure she was even comfortable having a
category like that.

He held her
wrist in the small of her back with one hand, and shoved her skirt
and underwear down with the other.
Shoved
it all down in a bundle, without a glance. Good undies, she’d
picked out specially, but he didn’t notice and it didn’t really
matter.

She still had
one hand free.
She reached back and undid
his jeans. Had to pick at it a bit, distracted by his mouth, trying
to do it backwards and one handed, but she got his fly
open.

His cock was
hard, warm and hard and smooth in her hand.
He breathed harder, sighed against her skin. His cock was
against her back, hot and thrusting against her, and she liked how
much he wanted her.

It was like at the party, but with more time
to enjoy it, and what they’d done at the party had been the best
she’d had in a very long time.

Maybe he was
thinking that too.
He pushed her forward,
bent her over the back of the couch, and she wasn’t really sure she
was okay with that. Except for how she was.

“Watch it,” she said, but he didn’t
listen.

He pushed her
foot with one of his, moved her legs further apart.
He was still holding her wrist.

“Don’t be so fucking rough,” she said,
irritated, but knew she wasn’t really.

He
disappeared for a moment.
He was still
holding her, pushing her down, but he wasn’t standing pressed up
against her skin like he had been. She wasn’t sure where he’d got
to until he licked her.

He bent her over her sofa, and held her by
her bent arm, and ate her out from behind, and she wriggled back
against him and tried to pretend she wasn’t turned on by being held
down like this and tongue-fucked.

It seemed
wrong.
It just didn’t seem right, but it
was hot.

She moved her
feet further apart, and lifted her hips to help him reach.
He seemed to be trying to push his tongue right
inside her. His breath was hot and fast on the skin inside her
thigh, and his hand, around her wrist, was holding her very
firmly.

He stood
up.
He kept holding her wrist, and
twisted his hand around her hair too. He stood up behind her,
holding her down like that, and she knew his cock had to be inches
away from her. Her feet were apart and she was ready and his cock
had to be right there, behind her. She wanted to push back onto
him, but he was holding her down enough she couldn’t easily
more.

She waited,
aching with wanting, all curled up inside.
She wanted it. She was breathing hard, would have gasped
for him to fuck her if that wasn’t a bit undignified.

He just kept standing there.

She was about to tell him to stick it in, to
fuck her, that she couldn’t wait, when he said, “I’m so fucking
sorry, I don’t have a condom.”

She lost a
little of her held-down fantasy.
She
twisted sideways, looked back at him.

“
I’m sorry,”
he said.
“I didn’t think…”

She bit her
lip and wondered if she should tell him to stick it in
anyway.
She was tempted. She was achingly
tempted.

She’d already
had him in her mouth bare.
Having him in
the rest of her wouldn’t really matter.

She was about to say stop fucking talking and
fuck me, when he pushed his fingers inside her, and started fucking
her fairly hard with those.

It was a bit
mechanical, but it worked.
She pushed
back, felt herself spread open, decided those would do instead.
Probably better, she decided. Far faster fucking than his hips
could have done. He held her down, bent over the furniture, and
pushed his fingers up inside her, rubbing fast. She was trying to
climb backwards up his hand by the time she got there.

She came, and lay there panting, a bit
horrified at what she’d done.

He was trying
to pull her up, probably to kiss her and be all sweet, and she
didn’t want sweet right now.
She didn’t
want to be held down for a rough hand-job, and then to be sweet and
tender.

She shook her
wrist free and turned around, grabbed him and tugged, pulled him
over the back of the couch on top of herself.
She wriggled down, and put his cock in her
mouth.

He was half
on top of her, leaning on the back of the couch.
She sucked him, bobbing up and down to move, like doing
crunches. Normally she wouldn’t dream of doing this, wouldn’t ever
let a guy get on top and fuck her mouth, but she was feeling dirty
and brave and doing all sorts of strange things she didn’t expect
of herself. He was pretty good about it, didn’t move too much until
right at the end, when he lost control a bit.

She realized
she must trust him, at least during sex.
It helped he was only rough when he was doing her, she
thought. Having her wrists held while she got head, that was sexy.
Being held down while he fucked her mouth, that would probably be
too much.

He came in
her mouth, then flopped a bit, slumping onto her, so he was relaxed
but his cock was still in her mouth.
She
sucked it gently, bringing him down. Sucked, until he lifted her
up, dislodging her. She didn’t quite understand, but then he sat
down again and put her head on his leg and she did.

He wasn’t
looking at her.
He stroked her arm and
breast, but he didn’t look at her, like maybe he was embarrassed by
what he’d just done too.

She liked him more for that.

She was
draped along the couch, sprawled out and feeling all lazy and
happy, and she realized he was looking at her.
She felt suddenly nervous, wanted to press her knees
together, fold her arms somewhere. She didn’t, mainly because she
wasn’t going to turn into that person. She wasn’t really that
uncomfortable with her body, it was just the intensity of his
stare.

He stroked
her face.
Her lips, touching her mouth
like it was a kiss, wiping away a little of the taste of him. Her
neck, so she shivered. He was taking her all in. Like she was
something important, something he admired and didn’t want to
break.

“Stop it,” she said.

“Let me look.”

“
No.”
She didn’t entirely mean it. His interest was
flattering, kind of sexy. Like he really, really wanted her. Her,
not just anyone available and with the right bits.

“I love your body.”

“Stop it,” she said, and closed her eyes, so
she didn’t have to watch him staring.

“
You’re
fucking hot.
Really fucking
hot.”

She lifted
her hand, pretended she was about to hit him.
“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just stop.”

He grinned, kept looking.

“
I want to
fuck some more,” she said.
“You’re
pissing around too much.”

“Okay.”

“You can?”

He shrugged, like he didn’t quite get why she
was asking, and that made her wet again.

“Come upstairs,” she said, and sat up.

She walked
around naked at home when she needed to, and didn’t really think
about it.
Now he was staring at her,
watching her ass go up the stairs, and she did. She might have to
walk around naked a lot more, when he was here.

She went into
the bedroom, and didn’t quite realize she was standing in front of
him again, until he grabbed her.
Things
kept happening whenever she stood in front of him.

He pushed her
onto the bed, and she said, “Hey,” but before she could get up or
roll over he had knelt down and started eating her out.
Again. She knelt there and felt his tongue on
her and told herself she was lucky, unspeakably lucky.

After a while
she decided she really needed a fuck.
There’d been too much with hands and tongues. She needed
cock inside herself.

She had
condoms in her beside drawer, with her vibrators.
She slid forward, tugged the drawer open, yanked
too hard and the whole drawer came out and landed on the
floor.

Ethan looked
down, grinning.
Just grinning. And now
she was the nympho professor with the drawer full of sex
toys.

“
Oh fuck
off,” she said.
“Everyone has them.” She
decided she wasn’t going to get embarrassed.

“
Sure,” he
said, and picked one up, looked at her.
It was a rabbit. She took masturbation seriously enough to
own a rabbit, and she didn’t care if he knew. It looked a bit
industrial, had a few too many appendages, she supposed. It wasn’t
discreet and sleek like the others.

“Another time,” she said, and pushed it
away.

He kept
grinning.
She pulled him over and kissed
him again.

“
Did you
think about me?” he said into her mouth.
“This week. Using them?”

“Nope,” she said.

“You didn’t?”

“Nope I’m not talking about that.”

“So you did?”

“No fucking way am I answering that.”

He kept looking at her.

“Why?” she said after a moment, stopping
kissing him. “Did you?”

“
Jerk off
thinking about you?” he said.
“Shit,
yeah. A lot.”

That was
interesting.
“How much?”

“A lot.”

She waited.

“Most days.”

“Thinking about me?”

He shrugged.

“
Shit.”
She lay there,
considering. He started kissing her neck. “Did you come to the
lectures this week?” she said.

“You didn’t see me?”

“
I didn’t
fucking know to look for you.
Did
you?”

“Yeah.”

“
On
Tuesday?”
He nodded. “Thursday?” Another
nod. “Then, what? Had a good look, went home and…?”

“
Pretty
much.
I could still remember how you
felt. How wet you were. How your mouth felt.”

She lay there
for a while and looked up at him, and decided it was hot, not
creepy.
It was fucking hot to be wanted
that much.

“
Um,” she
said.
“Yes. Don’t ask me shit like that,
because it’s rude, but if you must know, yes.”

“How much?”

“A bit.”

He kept looking at her.

“
Shit,” she
said.
“Most days.”

They looked at each other and she was
suddenly breathlessly turned on.

“After lectures?” he said.

“
When I got
home.
On Thursday I think,
yeah.”

“Straight after?”

“A bit after.”

“So while I was at home, thinking about you,
you were at home thinking about me.”

“
Oh shit,”
she said.
“Oh shit, fuck me.”

He fumbled
around with the condom while she bit her lip and made herself
wait.
She wanted to scream, or snatch it
away from him and do it herself, but she stayed still. He got it in
the end, and slid on top of her, and she grabbed his cock and
pulled it inside herself. Pulled this hard solid thing inside
herself, and couldn’t think or breathe for a moment as it went
in.

She’d had it
before, but this was different.
She had
time, and was in her bed, and he wasn’t hurrying now. She’d never
quite got the hang of comparisons, could feel a difference when
they were inside her, but couldn’t remember one against the next to
look at. Ethan was about as long as her hand, and as thick as her
fingers would go around, and that was perfect, more than enough. He
was fucking her wildly again, enthusiasm rather than finesse, and
she left her hand between them, her fingertips steering him back
inside when he slipped.

He fucked her until she couldn’t think.

He watched her, and told her she was hot, and
told her he loved her body, that he wanted to watch her come.

“
Soon,” she
said.
“When I do.”

He said he
couldn’t believe he was doing his professor, and Beth glared at
him. “Don’t say that,” she said.
“Fucking
seriously.”

“Sorry,” he said.

She was
too.
“Just don’t,” she said. “Fuck
me.”

He turned her
over and did her doggy, and filled her.
She’d forgotten sex could be like this. He was pushing into
her hard, bumping her up the bed. She had to grab the bed-head and
hold on to keep her balance. She was close. Closer because she was
face-down, not being stared at and she didn’t want him seeing her
orgasm face. Closer because he was behind her and she kept fucking
him like that. He was trying to grab her clit from behind, getting
tangled, messing up his timing.