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Then, Courtney recounted her own story. The professor was younger and had asked to talk to her privately. They had spoken about her grades and how she seemed distracted in class. She laughed it off, but it was obvious that he had tried to seduce her. At least it was to me. It made me uncomfortable, and the idea that he still had contact with her, that he still had something to say over her schooling career, pissed me off.

I tried not to say anything about it, letting her wrap up her story and move on to the next group of people waiting to talk to us. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Group after group we walked around the room shaking hands, making small talk, and slowly the jealousy and discomfort wore off. Occasionally, I would make eye contact with my grandfather, who looked pleased and happy. The rouse was working.

Maybe better than I even intended.

As the night wore on, I had trouble keeping my hands off her. Occasionally, I would pull her in for a kiss and she would melt in my arms. It was hard to let her go and focus on the others, but when we would break our embrace we would be met by knowing glances and people nudging each other. I ignored them, but part of me felt good about it. I wanted them to think I was going to take her home and that we would find ourselves twisted up in each other’s bodies. Perhaps the more they thought it, the more it would manifest itself in the universe.

One could only hope.

I kept the drinks to a minimum, partially because it was the etiquette-proper thing to do, but also because I wanted to stay sober. I wanted to take all this party in, with the way she looked and acted and made me feel, and never forget a second of it.

When we finally made our way out of the dining room, Courtney remarking on the structure of the rooms or pieces that had been carefully curated as we went, I was happy to get out of there. The room had been getting hotter and hotter, and I wasn’t sure if it was the temperature or my need for her. It was more than I could handle and I felt the adrenaline pumping through me as I guided her upstairs and across to the suite set up for us.

It had been my father’s suite for years, though I wasn’t sure he ever stayed there. The design had remained exactly the same since my grandfather originally designed it to be a place to house important guests. When he made the addition on the bottom floor that added a massive guest suite, the upper floor one became a place that my father referred to as his.

Now it was mine.

Mine and Courtney’s, that was.

I opened the ornate white door, inlaid with gold design and revealed a set of rooms that was just as unfamiliar to me as it was to her. A living area flowed into a small office, a door propped open but capable of being shut. To the side of that was a massive bedroom with its door open as well. A huge bed had been turned down recently, and two roses lay on white sheets. That was a touch from the maids.

Courtney spent a few moments gawking at the room and then told me she would join me in the living area in a bit after a shower. I nodded and watched her disappear into the bathroom and waited to hear the water running. I meant to go relax on the couch, maybe turn on the television that I was almost certain never got used, but the urge for her was too great. On impulse, I made my way back to the bathroom.

I creaked the door open slowly, trying to keep my breath low as I saw her shadow behind the curtains, the smell of lavender and mint filling the room. Quickly, I took off my clothes and tossed them aside in the bedroom before making my way to the shower. I opened the curtain and she flinched as she saw me, then relaxed. A smile crossed her lips and I was eager to kiss it.

“I thought I would join you,” I said as I climbed into the hot water coursing from the three faucets. I made my way to her and embraced her, pushing her body against the wall and bringing my lips close to hers. “I can stop if you want me to. But I thought you might want to explore your sexuality a little bit more.”

Rather than speak, she wrapped her leg around my hip, and her hand dipped low to stroke my hardened cock. I crushed my lips into hers and found her quite receptive to continuing.

Chapter Twenty-One

Courtney

His lips dipped to the curve of my neck and spent time exploring every inch of me. I had wanted him all night and was thrilled to see him join me in the shower, and now, my back against the wall of the shower, water coming down from three directions, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the overwhelming, luxurious pleasure.

Bryan’s tongue flicked on my collarbone, and began to slide down my wet, dripping chest. The soap had already disappeared, but water cascaded down my breasts and they shined, reflecting the light. He took a nipple into his lips and I groaned as his tongue caressed it slowly. One hand slid down my stomach and slid through the small tuft of hair to find my clit.

I cried out as his middle finger swirled over my sensitive pearl and then slid further toward my opening. I lifted my leg, resting it on the massive tub’s rim, and filled my hand with his hair. Bryan moved down my chest to my stomach, his tongue flicking against my skin as his finger hovered over the entrance of my aching pussy. I arched my hips toward him, begging him to enter me and he did.

My body took in a sharp breath as he entered me, his finger brushing against the upper wall as his tongue found my clit. He swirled the tip of his tongue over it while his finger penetrated me, and I looked down to watch him. His free hand was on his cock, stroking himself as he licked me and I bucked on his lips. He encouraged the hood to open and I felt the oncoming rush of a powerful orgasm begin to build.

His finger dove deep in me and he began to press my pearl with his tongue, sending a sensation over my body like I had been washed over with hot wax. I couldn’t contain it any longer and my hips rocked as I came. I shook violently, pulling at the back of his head so he stayed where he was, his magic tongue on my clit and his finger jammed deep inside me.

When my leg stopped shaking, he stood, pressing kisses up my stomach and to my chest. I kept my foot on the edge of the tub and as he reached my lips his cock brushed through my folds. He was so hard and thick, and I tried to prepare myself for him. He grasped the base of his staff with one hand and the other spread my lower lips. Angling his hips forward to press the head to my hole, I held my breath and put one hand behind his neck, the other grasping at the walls of the shower.

He slammed into me, the angle of his cock slamming upward and filling me with a new sensation of pain and pleasure. I cried out as he filled me, stretching me and forcing me to make room for him. His hands reached around me to grasp my ass and he lifted me, pressing me against the wall. It was dangerous and slippery and it only added to the moment as he held me aloft against the wall and fucked me.

Our lips crushed into each other and our tongues twisted together as he slammed into me and the sound of his balls slapping against me mixed with the sound of the pouring water from the shower. It was intense and powerful and I lost myself in the moment, my only thoughts carnal and needful.

After a few moments, he lowered me again and stepped back. Water rushed down his hard body and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I took him deep into my mouth and held him there, slipping him as deep down my throat as I dared. I cradled his balls with my hand and massaged them as I bobbed back and forth, eliciting a groan of appreciation from above me. I wanted to bring him the pleasure he had brought me, and I stroked him with my hand, clasped just in front of my lips.

I released him after a few moments, holding his staff near the head as I ran my tongue up and down the ridges, my eyes locked on the look of intense pleasure on his face as he watched me. I could feel he was getting close, and I was willing to take him there, to let him spill his essence in me, on me as I worshipped his cock.

But he reached down and pulled me up by my arms and I let my tongue linger on him until I was beyond it. I loved the taste of him, and wanted more, but he had other ideas. He turned me around, and my hands splayed on the wall as he pulled my hips toward him. One hand filled with my hair and pulled, gentle enough to only hurt a little, but the pain made things more intense.

His cock slammed into me from behind and I cried out. The head brushed against my upper wall and a sound moaned out of me that I had never heard myself make before. He fucked me hard, his grip tightening for a while on me and making me disappear into the sensation, wave after wave of climax washing over me in rapid fashion.

I lost track of time, of space, of anything. The only thing that existed was his body pleasuring mine. He pulled onto me and I stood, my breasts pressed against the wall of the shower. His thrusts were more intense, more needing than before and I turned my head to meet his lips. His tongue slid into my mouth and wrestled with mine as he continued to slam into me, hands holding my hips in place as his cock split me in two.

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