Groaning, I take my finger off my clit and exhale a frustrated breath as that sweet pleasure ebbs away. When I slide into my opening, I’m hotter, slicker, and wetter than ever—just at the sight and sound of this man. My muscles clench around the lonely digit, needing more.
“That’s it,” Marius says, his voice tight. “I want you to use two fingers.”
I slip my index and middle fingers inside. “Like this?”
“Harder. Faster,” he says, and quickens his strokes.
I pump my fingers in and out of my pussy, imagining what it would feel like for him to fill me with his digits, his cock, or a toy under his command.
The sweet sensations from earlier return with even stronger intensity, and I thrust harder. Before I know it, I’m on the brink of climaxing.
“Buck your hips,” he growls and picks up his pace. “Show me what it’s like when you cum.”
I do as he says, a whimper resounding in the back of my throat. Ecstasy swirls around my senses like a whirlpool, picking up speed as I pleasure myself with two fingers.
My clit is so sensitive that the mere brush of my palm fills me with ripples of pleasure.
Darkness creeps across the edges of my vision. “I’m so close.”
“Such pretty noises you’re making for me,” he says in that cultured tone. “But I want to hear you come.”
A climax creeps up on me and my voice becomes louder, breathier, needier. The muscles of my diaphragm seize, cutting off my air, until they release with a huge gust of sensation.
“Oh, fuck!”
My core spasms around my two fingers in waves of pleasure so intense that the rest of my body shudders. I hiss through clenched teeth, desperate not to broadcast my sound to the people in the studios on either side.
When my orgasm fades, I fall back, breathing hard, watching Marius through half-lidded eyes. His fist moves over his shaft with rapid, twisting movements. I try to memorize what he likes for when we meet, but I’m too sated. Even my legs want to drift shut.
“Keep them open,” he says, his voice pulling me from my stupor. “Stick your fingers in your mouth.”
Hesitating, I wonder if I heard him right.
“Lick them clean.” His growl is a command I can’t refuse.
I run my tongue up and down my wet fingers, giving Marius a show. The room is silent, save for the rasp of his heavy panting, and the distant sounds from other students down the hallway.
“Tell me how you taste.”
“Delicious,” I say, my brain unable to produce a description.
He hums his approval, stroking his dick harder, faster, with shorter movements. “If you were here, I would eat that pussy and make you climax again and again until you passed out.”
“Impossible.”
His laugh is wicked and makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise to attention. “How many orgasms can you handle?”
“Umm… Three?”
“I can’t wait to enjoy you—”
Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by a low moan that I feel deep in my core.
Marius spurts over his six-pack, and his release shoots on his pecs and as far as the dip between his collarbones. My lips part. What will it feel like when he climaxes inside me?
“Bloody hell,” he says with a groan. “I can’t wait to have you in my playroom.”
My eyes flutter closed, and Marius says something about sending me his address. I murmur goodbye and give him a wave, letting him be the one to hang up.