Chapter 18 #2
I’m still at the front, disconnecting my laptop from the projector and sliding it back into my bag.
I can feel Taj behind me. He isn’t saying anything, but he’s close enough for me to notice his presence.
I’m about to turn back to him when the vibration of the plug kicks up another level, stronger this time and it zaps straight through me before I can brace for it.
“Holy fuck!” I almost wail, the words tumbling out of me as my knees give out. I have to grab the edge of the table to keep myself from falling, but my grip is clumsy at best while my breath stutters and refuses to settle. I stay like that, bent forward and trying to remember how to stand upright.
I hate him.
I actually hate him.
Taj steps into my personal space and I can feel how hard he is. “I’ve been thinking about bending you over this table since class started,” he says, voice hoarse and rougher than it had been earlier.
He reaches for my belt, and the sound of it coming loose snaps something in my head back into place, enough for the rational part of my brain to surface and tell me to shut this down, to wait until we get back to my apartment.
I know this is a terrible idea, but it doesn’t seem to matter, because all I can focus on is how much I want him, so much so that I’m already leaning into him instead of away.
It really isn’t my fault that my dick has taken over my brain, and with the way my hole is contracting around the butt plug, I want nothing than to be fucked right here, right now.
“You’re so bad for me,” I grunt when he rolls a condom on my leaking cock.
He chuckles, a little too pleased with himself. “Don’t want you messing the floor up.”
He pulls down my trousers just enough, leaving them caught at my thighs, and removes the plug.
I feel the loss of the fullness immediately, but not for long because Taj replaces the plug with two lubed fingers, and I’m so stretched and wet that they enter easily.
He scissors his fingers in me for a little bit.
Only a few seconds later, he removes his fingers, and the blunt head of his cock pushes into me.
My body yields easily, adjusting around the pressure as he starts thrusting into me.
My head dips lower, arm sliding forward a fraction before I curl my fingers against the table.
My whole body is thrumming with both need and the relief of him inside me.
“Muffin,” he moans, one hand tightening on my hips, the other fisting my dreads as his thrusts pick up pace.
“Yes,” I hiss when his cock brushes my prostate, tingles spreading across my body.
“It was so hot watching you in front of the class while I controlled your butt plug,” he rasps.
“You’re shit for that,” I say but it comes out as a moan.
“You love it though,” he says.
“Fuck! Yes, I do.”
“Look at you bent over in your lecture hall,” he says, his voice strained. “What if one of your students walks in right now and sees you getting split open by my cock?”
Holy fuck! I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but my cock throbs and twitches, my pulse kicking up.
Up until now, it hadn’t even crossed my mind that someone could walk in, that the door could open and everything would be exposed in the worst possible way.
But now that he mentions it, I realise I don’t actually care as much as I should.
Does that mean I like to be watched?
I don’t have an answer, and I don’t even try to find one, because the more I think about it, the less it matters.
The only thing I’m certain of right now is that I don’t want him to stop pounding into me.
And when he adjusts my position to bend lower and his cock pegs my prostate, I totally forget why it’s even a bad idea to be fucking inside the lecture hall.
“Fuck, Taj! You feel so good,” I manage, the words dragged out of me in an uneven cadence.
“Nrrgh,” he grunts behind me. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He increases his tempo, and the room fills with our ragged moans.
I start meeting his thrusts, moving with him and matching his tempo before I can stop myself.
It all blurs together. I don’t know where I end and where he begins, everything overlapping in a way that feels too much and nowhere near enough at the same damn time.
Pleasure dances across my skin, spreading through me to my chest, down to my spine, like my whole body has tuned itself to Taj and forgotten how to exist separately.
Fuck. I’m going to miss this when I leave.
The thought threads itself into my mind.
I try to ignore it, but it is persistent.
Now that I’m leaving—back to London first before rejoining my university in Nigeria for the new session—I can’t stop thinking about asking if Taj will come with me, if this could stretch beyond whatever it is right now.
But I stop myself before the words even form, because I know his life is here, and even if he’s having fun with me now, that might be all it is for him.
He hits my prostate again, and my thoughts scramble around before flying out of my head.
He hits it again and again, and my whole body trembles from the severity of the pleasure coursing through me.
There is no space to breathe through it properly, just that rising pressure pulling at me until I can’t hold it anymore.
And it doesn’t take long at all for my balls to draw up tight, my cock pulsing hard as I come, my orgasm leaving me shaking as I fill the condom.
A few seconds later, Taj follows, his rhythm faltering before he goes still behind me. He fills me with his cum, his hand still pressing into my hips as both of us try to catch our breath.
“Jesus Christ, Muffin,” he says hoarsely. “You milked me and now I don’t think I have any cum left.”
I can’t help but smile because he’s such a silly little thing. I’m still trying to recover when he pulls out of me, and I feel him return the plug to my arse, but not before a little of his cum spills down my leg, the warmth of it impossible to ignore.
“I want you to walk around with my cum in you,” he says as he turns me and crashes our mouths together.
It’s such a crazy thing, and I know it even as I deepen the kiss, even as my hand moves up to his neck to angle his head properly. But for some reason I love the idea very much—me walking around with his cum in my arse and even some of it dried on my leg.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“You’re coming to my apartment later?” I ask when we finally break apart.
He removes the condom and ties it, then pulls up my trousers and zips me up. “Of course. I’m hanging out with Luká? and Kingsley, but I’ll be there.”
He rights his clothes and then with one last quick kiss, we leave the lecture hall.