CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LACEY
I slip out of my bed early, leaving a sleeping, adorable Payton behind. I head straight to the admin office. I know I don’t have enough to make the minimum payment, but I’m hoping I can sweet talk my way to an extension, a pardon… anything.
Hope fades when I’m confronted once more by the stony-faced woman behind the desk.
“Hi,” I begin, trying to act chirpy, because I sure as hell feel it. The hot space between my legs is still tingling from last night, from the thought of Payton’s hand on my ass, his thick cock filling my pussy. “I’m here to make a payment.”
“Name?” she asks, not taking her eyes off her computer screen.
“Lacey. Lacey Nelson.”
Her eyes narrow behind her glasses. “Yes, your first semester payment is well overdue. How will you be paying today?”
I take out the four hundred I made at The Juicy Lucy and hand it over.
Her face twists in disgust as she takes the notes, as if common, physical money is somehow below her.
She adds it up and puts it aside, tapping something into the computer.
“Hmm,” she grumbles, and here comes the KO. “I’m afraid this isn’t enough. The first semester payment is one thousand dollars, and it was due last week.”
Damn. I lean over the desk. “I was hoping I could get an extension?”
She laughs, actually snorts at this. “I’m sorry. We’re not a charity here.”
“Could I speak with the Dean?” It’s a last resort, a final salvo, but I’m willing to try anything.
She smiles, finally looking up to me, no doubt to personally witness my heartbreak. “I’m afraid the Dean’s a very busy man. I’m sure you understand.”
“Please.” I hate that I’ve been reduced to begging. “I can get the money.”
Her eyes drop back to her screen. It’s over.
Her eyes narrow again. “Wait.”
“I’m sorry?”
Her finger goes to the screen, reading off it. “It looks like a payment was made yesterday. In fact,” she pauses to swallow, “your account is paid in full.” She looks at the screen again, shaking her head. “My mistake.”
“Paid? Paid by who?” I ask.
“I was on leave yesterday, sorry.” Her eyes return to the screen. “It was paid in cash but… I don’t have any more details.”
“Is there any way to find out?”
The phone on her desk starts to ring. She collects the money I gave her and hands it back. “I’ll see what I can do.”
She picks up the phone, my cue to leave, and I do before this sudden miracle evaporates. There’s just one problem.
I don’t believe in miracles.
I turn and start to walk away mystified, though there’s only really only a handful of people who know I was hard up here, and only one with the immediate means.
I close the door to my room and jump straight into accusation. “Did you pay my account up?”
Payton throws the sheets off, standing and walking towards me. “Excuse me?”
“Did you go down to the admin office yesterday and pay off my fees?”
He rubs the sleep from his eyes. “I… did not.”
I should be thankful for what he’s done, but it’s the fact he did it behind my back that has me annoyed, like I couldn’t handle it myself, that I’m going to owe him now. “I don’t need pity, Payton.”
He comes forward and takes me around the shoulders. “Back up. Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he retorts. “I wouldn’t do something like that without your permission.”
Damn it all. He seems sincere.
Like he would tell you.
“You really didn’t pay them?”
He shakes his head. “No, ma’am.”
So be it.
I smile and place my hands on his hips as our bodies close together. “Call me that again.”
“Ma’am?”
“Yeah, I kind of like it.”
He looks behind himself at the clock. “One hour until class.”
“But we haven’t had breakfast.”
He reaches down and cups my crotch. “Yet.”
I shove him off, stripping off my jeans and reclining on the bed. I spread my legs. “Pleasure before business?”
I don’t know what he’s thinking. For once, his expression betrays no emotion.
Slowly, he approaches the bed.
I hold my breath.
He sits down on the bed beside me, his weight forcing me to roll slightly towards him. There’s still a hint of his cologne lingering.
I’m a mess inside, a broiling wash of emotion and energy.
I make the first move. I take his hand with quivering fingers and run it up my thigh, his fingers tactile overload on my skin, fire spreading below all the way to my pussy.
I rub his fingers along the thin crotch of my panties, shift them under the lace where it’s warm and wet. I let him slide them along my slit, gathering my arousal.
I close my eyes, the sensation so great I’m drawing tight with the now familiar pull of climax already.
I open my eyes and find him watching, eyes keen and alert.
Time to ramp this up.
I pull his hand away and take his fingers, two at a time, into my mouth. I run my tongue along them, suck them like miniature cocks and then let them sit on the pillows of my lips to dry. I watch him all the while, lose myself in his toffee-colored eyes.
Fingers clean, I lean forward and kiss him. I take his tongue deep inside my mouth.
He breaks away. “I like this assertiveness.”
“Get used to it,” I whisper into the shell of his ear, my boldness growing.
Finally, he responds, a hand on the side of my face clenching my jaw, pressing my mouth hard into his own.
I grow wetter between my legs, need building and growing.
I leave him, let the taste of my arousal percolate in his mouth, on his lips.
We look at each other for a moment and I think I start to see him break down, his breathing amplified slightly, his eyes glassy.
One hand on his chest, I press him down onto his back and curl into his body, the crotch of my panties hot against the side of his leg.
I kneel up beside him, fishing into his underwear for his cock. Hot and hard, it twitches in my hand, a rigid pole of coiled flesh, the head pale pink and flushed.
Brushing my hair over one shoulder, I take his cock around the root and draw it perpendicular to his chest. It’s beautiful, symmetrical.
The closer I get to his manhood, the more I smell him, the earthy, soapy scent of male arousal, the salty gift to follow.
I open my lips just slightly and slowly lower myself over his prick.
His body eases fractionally as I take him in, but there is no moaning. He doesn’t grunt or make commotion. Instead, he places one hand on my head and begins to work me up and down, his hand span the size of my tiny skull.
Screwing my hand around the girthy base of his cock, I take him deeper still, letting my throat muscles do the work now and allowing myself to adjust to his size.
Before Payton, doing something like this would have been completely out of character, but I feel like I’m a new person around him—wild as I might be.
I slobber and drool over his member, run my hand over the slickness and draw him in and out of my mouth, ringing and working away at his entire shaft until it’s clear that, finally, I am having some kind of effect.
His hips tilt from the bed, the rubbery buttress of his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat. I stifle the reflex to gag and let my jaw open wider, let him fuck my mouth at his leisure.
But this won’t be enough. An alpha like this needs control. He must be the one to finish it.
I release his slippery cock from my mouth, let it fall flat and wet onto his chest. I lie back on the bed, lifting my legs and drawing my panties away. The crotch comes away sticky from my sex, my arousal heavy and permanent in the air as I splay my legs and expose myself to him.
I take a deep breath and announce, “Do whatever you want to me.”
“I intend to,” he replies.
Driven by my words, he falls into action.
He stands fast and tugs off his jocks, the two eyes on his chest staring me down.
I’m lightheaded already, pins and needles at my extremities.
His cock bobs and dips before him like a baton, balls thick as plums below.
His hand snakes back between my legs and I melt further, lost in the sensation and newness of it all.
I freeze, completely motionless, my breath caught somewhere in the middle of my throat.
Yes. This is really happening. This man-god is right here, right now.
He splits my sex with his thumb, running the thick digit inside.
A jolt of pleasure runs up my spine.
“It’s warm,” I stutter, chilled by the thought of why.
He adds more, the knuckle skimming the roof of my pussy in a haunting echo of our bus trip back from the Mountain.
A hot fever comes over me, sweat staining my brow and my labial folds so wet they offer little resistance to the foreign object penetrating my pussy.
I had no idea it would feel this good, the way he’s caressing and using me.
He removes his thumb and replaces it with his index finger, letting it run deep into my slickness, the sound of it plunging into the slobbery mouth of my sex arousing in the extreme.
And I am aroused, my restraint slipping away and my body jerking in new, alien ways.
I begin to buck and moan, losing myself to this, the control and submission of it all.
“I’m close,” I tell him, hands clutching at the sheets and my breath catching, awareness building tight in my core.
Just as I peak, so close to climax, he withdraws, reaching forward to take hard hold of my thighs. He pulls me towards him and presses his cock down towards my open pussy.
It’s impossibly hard.
With agonizing slowness, he guides himself inside me.
I let out a long and guttural moan, my shoulders snapping together behind my back and my skull pressed deep into the pillow. The feeling is indescribable, the heat and warmth and wetness spreading throughout.
Half-submerged in my heat, he reaches down and tears my shirt apart, the buttons pinging against the wall. My bra receives the same treatment so my breasts are exposed. My nipples are fiercely tender and hard, towers of sensation rising from dimpled areole. Sensation runs between them and my sex, wet and throbbing.
I moan, my temples thudding and heart racing heart, still unable to believe this moment is real.
It is. He’s inside you.
He takes my thighs and presses them forward and down, folding me in half and at the same time stroking to the very back of my pussy.
I gasp aloud, thirsty for more. A desperate, must-be-fucked-inside-out flood of arousal flows from my core.
He draws back and drives me hard into the bed, his body a hammer.
“Uh,” I moan, a guttural ejection of sound as the sensation strengthens and builds into a crushing crescendo.
I focus on the swirling pleasure he’s bringing, the deep and all-consuming ecstasy he’s bringing my senses.
Again he comes, pounding me with a brutality and strength I haven’t known before.
I close my eyes, the hard lines of his body caught in a halo in my mind.
He fucks me harder, pounding into my upturned rump and driving himself to the hilt with every thrust. He shows no mercy, increasing both rhythm and speed until I’m flapping and convulsing desperate to find release.
I close my eyes and see the universe there, a floating cosmos.
He is an expert of manipulation, fucking me to the edge before pulling his cock free. With one hand under my back he flips me over onto my knees, forcing my legs apart and running the butt of his hand up into the hot apex of my sex. He saws it back and forth there, lets my desire coat his hand.
“Payton,” I whimper, under his complete power.
Suddenly, he raises his hand and sends it flying into my ass cheek.
The shock of it startles me.
I turn in shock. “Did you just spank me?”
It’s naughty, but I like it—the fresh sensitivity it brings.
I give a jerk and he raises his hand higher, the next smack coming louder and harder. With his free hand, he holds the next cheek in position, flattens and kneads it into shape so that the flat of his hand receives full coverage.
“Uh,” I grunt, thrown forward once more.
My orgasm’s building, tendrils of pleasure working away from my core.
“I told you I was going to fuck the naughty streak out of you,” he says.
He brings his hand down and I turn my head sideways, nuzzling it into a pillow that smells of cinnamon.
I know he’s enjoying the sting in his hand, the warmth of my ass so suddenly red and alarmed.
I let my cries grow. He shoves half his hand inside my mouth to silence me.
Two can play at this, I think, my competitive streak showing.
I bite down and he finally makes a sound, winces, adding blows with new intensity.
When he finishes, when his fingers are removed sticky from my mouth, he kneels back and admires his handiwork. Free of his hands, my ass returns to two perfectly symmetrical spheres, cheeks aflame.
I’m a bit shocked myself how much I enjoy the feeling, the tingly afterglow of his hand.
Below, my sex is split open, soft and yielding.
I’ve never felt anything this intense.
Body and soul, I am his.
My hand is over the side of the bed, gripping onto the mattress tight.
I turn just in time to see him pick up my panties, stretching them out. He draws my wrists together behind my back and ties them together with my lacey garment, the final twist of the knot making my pussy jerk in response. The ache between my legs is ever-present, my desire wet against the sides of my thighs.
I’m still panting hard, the lack of oxygen causing a strange euphoria to set in. Much more and I’ll hyperventilate completely.
On his back, he pulls me over his face, completely absorbed in my pussy. My body grows limp at this new touch, everything swirling and shifting in my head as his tongue moves in languid figure-of-eights. When it glances over my clit I almost lose it, the sensation so unbelievably intense.
I grunt and moan, pressing down hard onto his face. He holds the back of my thighs, eyes closed and deep in the concentrated scent of my sex.
I allow myself to relax, everything inside me beginning to unravel and draw long. The stress coiled in my core unwinds. From my feet to my head I prickle, the tension slipping away as I enjoy his tongue, the tight way his hands grip my thighs.
As I grow closer, he works harder. I can tell he’s enjoying the taste of me, that it’s getting him off, too. I push aside the need to have him slide his fat cock of his inside me. There is time enough for that later. For now, it’s his tongue and lips I’m concerned with.
One hand leaves my thigh and worms its way between my legs, two fingers sliding into my pussy while he lashes my clit. My hands twist in the lacy bonds, the knotted panties pulling tighter against the small of my back.
His fingers slam into me, tongue pressing and exploring, his teeth lightly brushing my clit. I buck down against him, suffocating him with my pussy. He continues to finger-fuck my hole, working us both towards what we know is inevitable.
His other hand slides higher up my thigh, works its way between my ass cheeks. Fingers in my pussy, tongue hard against my clit, he places the flat of his thumb against my asshole.
I can’t hold back.
My head jerks back, my legs spreading wide as I scream in arrival.
My sex clamps down on his fingers hard, my jaw aching, my teeth compressed hard together. The climax burns through my body, my bloodstream alive.
I shake above him as the orgasm eases off.
I shift off his face. His eyes blink open, mouth drawing in breath.
He throws me off him onto my back and straddles my chest. He presses his cock down between my breasts and begins to saw his cock through them. He slides back and forth, the pre-cum pearling from his cockhead the only lubricant. I tilt my head and open my mouth, take just the tip of him inside each time his cock comes towards me.
My nipples harden into chocolate daggers, breasts tender against the velvety sides of his shaft.
He unravels fast.
He sucks in air through his teeth, concentrating, two hands pressing the pale globes of my breasts together and his cock plunging between them faster and faster, pillowed in flesh.
I’m out of control, lost in a sexual frenzy.
The filth that pours from my mouth is almost unbelievable.
I tell him I want his cum. I tell him I want him to shoot it into my mouth, cover my face with it—his reward.
Gently, he takes me around the throat.
He groans, holding his cock steady. It spasms, dips and fires, hot ribbons of release landing over my chest and neck.
Spent, he falls to the side and we lay there, panting in the afterglow of our actions.
It all becomes too real. The light is too bright, the sensation too strong. I fear that if he even brushes my pussy I will be sent into a new string of convulsions that may well finish me for good.
“So, breakfast?” he suggests.
I’d reply if I could speak.