I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a door close somewhere inside the apartment, followed by padding of bare footsteps coming through the adjacent living room. Matthew appeared, and I had to admit that he did not appear surprised.

“Dr. Jones,” he said sternly by way of a greeting.

“Mr. Murray,” I replied, answering his condescending tone with one of my own.

“And I’m out of here,” the roommate said, sliding between the pair of us, jingling his keys as he walked out of the apartment.

I stared after him for only a second before I turned my attention back to Matthew.

“I would like to know if you care to explain yourself. No, I take that back. I demand that you explain yourself,” I began, barely controlling my anger well enough to keep the tremor out of my voice.

Great, now I just need to give him a good old fashioned South-of-the-Mason-Dixon-line tongue lashing, courtesy of my Grandma’s home training.

“I don’t see what there is to explain,” Matthew began before I cut him off.

“Oh, you don’t? Well, let me help you see the whole picture a little more clearly,” I barked at him. “You come into my graduate school classroom and you disrupt the flow of the conversation with ugly, hate-filled insults that you hurl carelessly at my students, students who have paid a lot of tuition money and worked very hard for the opportunity to participate, and then you have the nerve to walk out of there like nobody’s business and drop the class.”

“Yes,” Matthew simply said, agreeing with my assessment of his actions and leaving me speechless for only a moment.

“Yes? That’s all you have to say? Yes?” So much for controlling my anger.

“That’s correct,” he said, nodding again and watching me warily.

“I do hope you have a better explanation than that, Mr. Murray!”

“Actually, I do, if you would calm down long enough to let me...”

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Let me tell you something, young man, I’m not capable of ‘calm’ when I see hatred and superiority expressed in the hallways of an institution of higher learning. I’ll calm down when...”

Matthew grabbed me by both shoulders and pulled me to him, kissing me roughly and astonishing me for a minute. I punched at his chest with one balled fist, but he still held me closely, deepening his kiss until my mouth opened slightly under his, allowing him to slide his tongue impatiently across mine. I found myself caving as the kiss went on until finally I was holding him as closely as he held me.

When I finally pulled away, a tiny voice in my brain demanded to know what the hell was going on. Matthew’s face wore that same unreadable, blank expression I’d seen in class. I actually considered slapping him for a moment for his second very violating intrusion into my most personal of spaces before remembering that intelligent human beings didn’t go around slapping people, even people who deserved it.

Instead, I fired back at him.

“What was that for?” I demanded.

“Because I wanted to.”

“Did you ever stop to ask yourself if I wanted you to?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t still be standing in my doorway if you didn’t want me to,” he replied in a husky voice. “Is that what you’re saying? That I shouldn’t have kissed you?”

“That’s not it,” I began, involuntarily looking at his mouth when he licked his lips, “I’m saying you should have asked me first.”

“Oh, I see. So, may I have your permission to kiss you?” he asked, teasing me ever only slightly.

“I am not going to give you permission to kiss me right here in front of God and everybody,” I replied, exasperated with him already.

I was the one who had come over to demand an explanation, so how did I end up so confused and flustered?

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Matthew said before taking me by the arm and pulling me into his apartment, closing the door behind me and pressing me against its cool metal surface, cornering me with his body.

My hands flew up to push him away on instinct, but the look in his eyes told a different story.

“I dropped your class because it wasn’t right for you to be my teacher anymore,” he whispered, looking into my eyes.

“And why is that?” I whispered back.

“Because it would be wrong. I want you so much, but not enough to risk your career.”

I swallowed nervously. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I would rather not be your student if it meant I could be something more,” he answered breathlessly, leaning in closer to me and placing his lips hungrily against the skin of my neck. “And I think you want the same thing.”

“Oh, you do?” I answered, even as my hands betrayed me by sliding up his firm chest and joining behind his neck, pulling him even closer. “That doesn’t explain your dumb-assed outburst, though.”

“I didn’t want anyone to know why I left your class,” he answered, making it almost impossible to form an intelligent thought with the heat of his breath fanning across my neck, his whispers sounding in my ear.

He moved one hand from where it had pinned me to wall to the side of my neck, bringing my tingling skin to meet his mouth as he kissed a path to my collarbone, barely visible above the collar of my silky button-up blouse.

“This way, they’ll think we were simply incompatible. That I was an unbelievable jerk and you hated me.”

“And are we incompatible?” I asked, playing along.

“I’d love to show you how well I think we could fit together,” he replied, biting at my neck a little bit more forcefully with his kiss before straightening and kissing my mouth ravenously.

My breath caught in my throat as I returned the kiss, running my hands through Matthew’s hair and pressing my body against his. He ran both of his hands down my back and pulled me close to him, letting me feel the full length of his hard cock between us. With his arms around my narrow waist, he lifted me off my feet and carried me across the living room and towards his own bedroom.

“Moving awfully fast, don’t you think?” I asked him, accusing him of presuming that’s where I wanted to go.

“We could stay in the living room, if you don’t mind Michael coming back from the mall while my face is between your legs,” he replied, still moving towards his room.

I laughed nervously at the thought of someone walking in on us. It was bad enough that my car was out front. I shook my head quickly and reached for the doorknob to Matthew’s room.

He set me down gently and reached to shut the door before going over to the stereo to put on some music. Matthew returned to my side, pushing me gently but determinedly onto the bed where I fell to a seated position.

“What is it you like, Dr. Jones?” he asked, standing over me.

I looked up at him through my lashes, awestruck by how different he looked in his darkened room. This was a fiercer person, most definitely a man who looked almost animalistic.

“I like to be surprised, Mr. Murray,” I answered, my voice stronger now that I had fully decided that Matthew could offer me something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Good. Because I’m kind of an expert at surprises,” he said, reaching down to undo the tiny buttons on my blouse, opening my shirt wider with each flick of his fingers before finally peeling back the thin fabric and admiring the lace of my bra by running one fingertip over the fabric lightly, sending small trembles through me. “Here’s the first surprise.”

While his fingers slid beneath the thin strap of my bra, guiding it down over my shoulders until he freed my breasts, his free hand worked his zipper until he released his very full erection, the sheer size of which impressed even me.

I instinctively grabbed him with one very warm hand, causing him to jerk slightly at my touch.

“I want you to suck me,” he said, leaning towards me.

I opened my mouth to comply, licking my lips first before drawing him towards me and letting my tongue glide along his length. He held both my breasts, kneading them into small peaks and causing me to arch against him. I gripped him tightly with both hands, sliding my fists up and down in a slow rhythm as I let my tongue dance in circles across the tip of his already moist head.

Sensing his anticipation and enjoying the power that came from killing him by dragging it out, I finally gave him what he wanted. I took him in my mouth, slowly guiding his cock fully down my throat, thrilled with myself when I heard his sharp intake of breath from the absolute ecstasy of the sensations crawling out every nerve ending in his body thanks to what my heated mouth could do to a dick.

Matthew stood still as long as he could, but too soon he was bucking against me, fucking my hot mouth as powerful tremors rocked him. Finally, he pulled back, breaking free from my grasp before he could accidentally cum from what I was doing to him. He grinned at my and lifted me by my hands until I stood facing him.

“It’s your turn for a surprise.”

He lowered me to the bed and stood at the foot of it, eyeing me greedily. He removed my blouse the rest of the way and the bra that he’d pulled down in his hurry to get to my wonderful breasts. Then Matthew reached beneath me for the zipper to my skirt, shimmying its fabric down my long legs slowly, leaving my panties in place for now.

I watched as he positioned himself on top of me, climbing over my legs to get to my breasts. Matthew devoured first one nipple and then the other, sucking them deeply into his mouth until I thought I might scream. One hand fed my breast to his mouth, helping him consume me, while his other hand brushed at the skin beneath my lace panties with an agonizingly light touch.

After what felt like an hour of having his lips lavish my hard nipples, giving them more attention just then than they’d had in the last several years combined, Matthew looked up at me and smiled before asking, “Are you ready for another surprise?”

I could only nod, hoping against hope that this next surprise would at last involve some much-needed attention on my now very wet pussy. Matthew licked his way down my stomach, tickling me along the way with his scaldingly hot mouth before pulling back the fabric that covered my sweet spot.

“Open your legs for me,” he ordered, positioning himself beneath my thighs and resting his weight on his elbows.

I did, only to involuntarily squeal when he attacked my sex, hammering at my pussy with his tongue until it was all I could to hold still.

He used his fingers to gently open me, making sure his tongue could go as deep as possible, fucking me with it and lapping at the juices that were already building inside me. I didn’t know when I reached for him and realized I was holding the back of his head and grinding against his face, which only made him thrust into me even faster.

Soon, he zeroed in on my throbbing clit, biting at it ever so carefully before sucking it into his mouth and making me scream. He continued to run his tongue back and forth against its swollen surface, sliding first one, then two fingers deep inside my wet folds as he did.

I felt something I had not experienced in ages: the rising awareness of an uncontrollable orgasm, waves of which were already coursing in and around my pussy. It was all I could do not to come off the bed and throw Matthew to the floor in order to dive on top of him. I would get my chance at his cock soon enough.

Matthew sat up and opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “It’s my turn to hand out a surprise or two,” I said, grabbing his strong biceps and pushing him down on the mattress.

I moved over and then straddled him, lowering myself inch by inch down onto his firm cock, moving up and down the length of his dick so slowly that he held his breath. As I increased my pace, I ground my hips in slow circles, twisting against his length and making him shout briefly before he gasped for more air.

Finally, I leaned back as I moved, tightening the muscles that held his cock in total rapture, and delivered my final surprise by reaching behind me and grasping his balls lightly, running my fingernails over their smooth tautness.

“God, you feel so good!” he moaned, finding enough air to yell his appreciation for my particular kind of surprises.

He threw me over onto the bed and turned himself without pulling out of me, straightening behind me in a move so sudden that it took me completely unaware. He continued his gentle assault on my sex, shoving into me forcefully with every thrust of his hips before pulling out almost completely, only to repeat his wonderful lunge inside me every time.

I couldn’t take any more. I cried out through my intense orgasm, not caring about any of his roommates that might happen to be home. All I knew was incredible things were happening deep inside my core and I had to let it out.

As I buckled onto the bed, completely exhausted and thrilled from the onslaught of pleasure, the likes of which I hadn’t experienced in far too long – if ever – Matthew collapsed on top of me, panting from the exertion of bringing me to absolute physical joy. As his breathing began to slow to something more controllable, he kissed me just behind my ear, biting carefully at my neck before whispering in my ear, “I have one more surprise for you.”

I took several deep breaths before I could bring myself to ask, “What would that be?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked, the heat from his breath dancing across my neck and exciting me.

“That depends. I think I do.” I was surprised with myself when I realized that I actually meant it, that I actually trusted this man whom I had known for only a few days.

“Good. I think you’ll love this surprise. I saved it for last.”

I felt Matthew pull out of me slowly, only to feel his hand tenderly take its place. He slid some of my hot juices up towards my ass, lifting his weight off me and gently placing the tip of one finger at my entrance.

Oh, hell no, what does he think he’s doing, I thought suddenly, even while a part of my brain welcomed the feel of his touch against my ass.

I held very still, waiting to see how this turned out. I’d never tried anal, but there had to be something to it if so many people got off on it.

I held my breath as Matthew slowly pushed into me, gauging my reaction to his very astonishing surprise. I shocked myself by pushing back against his hand, taking him even faster than he’d expected. I made no sound, instead fully enthralled by the extreme pleasure, finally moaning only when he began to move inside me.

“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear as he slid his finger back and forth deep within me.

I started to answer him that I did like it, but instead screamed with pleasure when he positioned the pad of his middle finger against my clit, rubbing it as he continued to finger my ass. My moans came faster now, getting higher and higher pitched as my excitement grew. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt, and it seemed as though my brain couldn’t process all of the feelings at the same time. He moved faster against me, bringing me almost to the edge of orgasm before letting his movements slow, relaxing his hand.

“Do you think you can take me?” he said against my neck, thrilled when I hesitated before finally nodding my head without speaking. “Good. I want to feel your tight ass all around me.”

He kissed me again briefly before sitting up and reaching over to a table beside his bed. He came back with a small bottle of lube and I heard its top click open. I felt the bed shift as Matthew applied it generously to his hard, anxiously waiting dick. He rubbed my ass once more, and this time I felt an exciting chill as Matthew put a little of the slick gel against my opening.

Matthew knelt behind me and pulled my hips up lightly. He pressed the head of his cock close against my ass, letting me get used to the sensation. He inched in, stopping to let me catch my breath and relax around him, accepting him.

He cautioned me once to relax as he moved slowly in and out, prepping my muscles and holding me tightly, listening to the ragged breaths that told him I was caught in a moment of pure, intense ecstasy. He reached one hand carefully in front of me, massaging my clit and dipping a finger inside my warmth as he continued to just barely fuck my ass lovingly.

I unraveled.

From the frighteningly new sensation of Matthew’s cock inside me to the blindingly hot feelings running throughout my entire body, I had no choice but to rock back against his hips, taking his entire length in once and for all.

Matthew seemed shocked by my sudden thrust but responded quickly, fucking me hard to give me instant pleasure while barely remaining conscious himself from the incredible feeling of my tight walls grabbing his dick.

He spanked me sharply on one firm, round cheek, making me shriek again from the explosive feeling. Finally, another orgasm began to build inside me, one unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“It’s too much!” I suddenly screamed through my moans.

Matthew froze.

“Should I stop?” he asked, only to have me grind my hips against him even harder and faster than before.

“No! It’s too good! Too much!” I yelled through the orgasm that bore down on me. I continued to move against him, grinding my hips in small circles as he continued to push into me, clinging to my hip bones now as he slammed his full length into me, over and over. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

That was all the encouragement Matthew needed. He exploded inside me, his hot cum making his cock slick as he continued to move. It glistened as he pushed in and out of me a few more times, his own orgasm finally subsiding once I had screamed myself hoarse. He gently pulled out of me, massaging my back roughly as he did and turning me to face him.

“That was incredible,” Matthew told me, still excited by the way I’d taken all of him.

“It was definitely a surprise,” I agreed breathlessly.

“But was it a good surprise?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I said at last, sighing in the aftermath of intensity.

Matthew pulled me closer to him, wrapping both his arms and his legs around my body and holding me to him as he kissed me slowly, not hungrily this time, but sated. His lips lingered on mine as I felt my own body returning to itself.

 

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