Free Web NovelChapter 43: Chapter 43 Obeying The Teacher Rules 5
Rick’s grip was getting harder on my hips, fingertips pressing in for precious purchase. Distantly I hoped that this meant he’d leave bruises. Somewhere in the back of my primal mind I wanted him to mark me like that.
I wanted something to remind me of this.
I didn’t want to forget.
Not that I could forget even if I tried.
Rick changed our positions, pulling back from me. He lifted my hips so that my calves were sitting on his shoulders. At this angle he was able to swing harder and faster into me, using me like a rag doll. I sobbed around Greg’s cock, crying out in pleasure and surprise as Rick hit places deeper in me than before.
He kissed my knee, his facial scruff scrubbed against my sensitive skin and left me littered with goosebumps. Never once did he change his pace or falter, he was steady and consistent.
It felt incredible.
I hoped to god that Rick felt as good as I did.
I wanted him to have every bit of pleasure that I did.
I needed it.
Arching my back, changing the angle, made him strike something deep inside of me that we hadn’t hit before.
It filled my vision with galaxies of constellations, left me spinning and waitless in the mere seconds of contact. The sounds that escaped my Greg-filled mouth weren’t human.
"Oh," I heard Rick murmur, a smile in his voice.
Rocking back, he hit it again.
Oh my god.
Oh my god I couldn’t breathe, it felt so good. Greg pulled out of my mouth, realizing I’d stopped sucking on him, and watched as Rick started to hit that spot on at least every third thrust. Tears were in my eyes from how good it felt, I knew that I was flushed with color from the pleasure, but I wasn’t embarrassed.
I couldn’t be embarrassed.
It was too incredible.
He was working my body as though he knew it better than I knew it myself. freewёbnoνel.com
Greg pet my hair softly, leaning down he kissed me through it as another orgasm rocked me to my core. His lips were firm, taking, needing, and all I could do was melt against the two men. I could taste myself on Greg’s lips, and I know he could take himself on mine, but neither of us cared.
It was carnal, animalistic. My second orgasm was strong, an echo of the first one, but even as it ended I knew there was another to steal.
I wanted more.
I wasn’t done yet.
Rick thrust into me through my orgasm, never stopping until the exact moment his orgasm hit him. Holding my hips for dear life,he made one last hard thrust and buried himself deeply within me.
I moaned and sobbed, disappointed that he was through, but thankful for how good he’d made me feel.
I needed everything that he had to offer.
And more.
Rick pulled out slowly, spilling a small trickle of his orgasm in his wake. Greg kissed me once more, a furtive promise, and I was relieved to know that this wasn’t over.
I didn’t need that disappointment.
Greg sat down on the chair behind Rick’s desk, bare to the world besides his shirt, and patted his lap.
I blushed, but understood.
Rick helped me to my feet, and I made my way to Greg.
There was a look in his eyes that said what he thought of me, that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. My heart beat faster, and suddenly I felt shy. He wanted me to ride him, I understood that, but tonight was my first night with anybody.
I wasn’t sure I could make him feel good this way.
I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
"I’ll guide you," Greg said, his voice was smooth and calm.
"Okay," I agree, admittedly shy.
Climbing onto his lap, I calmed my breathing. Greg kissed my chest warmly, working from my clavicle down to my nipple, swirling it with his hot tongue. That tongue had brought me my first orgasm. Slowly, cautiously, I lowered myself down above his cock and then started to press onto it.
It wasn’t as thick as Ricks, I could feel that, but the length of it started filling me further than Rick’s had before long. I gasped, screwing my eyes shut to concentrate on the sensation.
It felt good. freewebnσvel.cѳm
God why did it feel so good.
«Just do what feels good, I promise it’ll make me feel good too," Greg murmured in my ear. It was like he could read my mind. He knew my thoughts before even I did. Working my thighs, my arms around his shoulders, I lifted up a little and then lowered back down onto his cock.
I could hardly breathe, concentrating carefully on every moment.
As I lifted and lowered down again, I ground against him a little and it sent stars into my vision.
Moving again, I was able to hit that spot that Rick found. I gasped, and then moaned and rotated my hips to hit it again. Behind me I could hear as Rick sat on the desk to watch.
Did he like what he saw?
Arching my back a little, putting on a show, I was amazed when I was able to hit that spot again with complete ease.
God.
He was perfect.
Rotating my hips, trying to build a rhythm, I was able to start hitting that spot on every drop. My whole body was buzzing with anticipation, pleasure, I wasn’t sure how I went about my life without trying this.
I’ve missed out on so much.
Leaning back, I sobbed out a moan as Greg’s fingers found my clit.
Trembling, losing my pace, I was amazed as I felt him starting to rock up into me. He was so selfless, even in having me ride him he was happy to take over.
Working me rough, hard, I could tell he was starting to get desperate for his own climax.
"Come for me," I demanded, using the voice that Rick had us try.
Greg grunted, leaning forward so that his head was against my chest for the last few thrusts, and then came hard within me. How easily he did that, his fingers on my clit, my body full of him, it wasn’t hard for my orgasm to follow his.
When I came it was harder than ever before.
My body gripped him, seizing up and bowling me over with sensation and pleasure.
I felt like I was dying.
Endless and full of stars and pleasure, I lost any memory of how to breathe, how to feel, how to think. It was all white, and an eternity, before finally Greg’s kisses on my damp skin brought me back down to the office.
To the classroom.
I was panting to catch my breath, my arms around his neck as we both came down from it.
"Beautiful," Greg admired.
We kissed, slowly and sweetly.
A goodbye, because I wasn’t sure when we’d do this again. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle this much again. My body was going to be sore, and marked, the next day and I didn’t mind that.
We parted, I stood slowly and he slipped out of me. Rick got a towel out of his gym bag, and helped wipe me down, kissing me.
It felt right for this to begin and end with kissing rick.
He was the best part of all of this, the one I really wanted.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his deep voice soft and caring.
"Confident," I smiled, almost laughing.
