Story 6-chapter 5
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.
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.