Quality Study Break

On my way over

I showered and shaved, and now I had my earplugs in as I took the ten minutes stroll to his place. I need to calm my racing thoughts and really gather my shit together.

I was less nervous than I was the first time, but still nervous nonetheless because I didn't know if he really was rough last week and he wouldn't get rougher this time.

Like he promised me during our more than heated make out session on Sunday night.

Yesterday was really shitty for me because I had a paper due this morning, and I crammed it to the crack of dawn because I went to an ice dancing show earlier that night. It was for English, a class that I actually cared about because I liked the teacher and the current topic.

Sex.

That topic was ending soon, though, but I liked the professor in general.

My procrastination tendency really didn't improve with the Ivy League pressure.

I texted Kate that I was heading over and I knew that there was a chance that she would reply since she might not be at a party. I scrolled through my contact list and thought about who else to inform but no one in particular came up in mind, but I was still in contact with quite some friends, and they all knew somewhat about my partying life.

I wasn't that bad. Honestly.

When I didn't get an immediate response, I assumed that she was probably busy. Partying, I presume but she could also be working on her design to rush the deadline. I was told I had to model for her when I visit her for Spring Break. She didn't have them in France, so I'd have to fly over. She could only visit me on campus over Christmas break, which she did.

"Hey, how're you?" I reached the building and like last time, he was there waiting for me.

"I'm good, you?" I smiled but I was still a little uneasy, just not as much as the last time since I knew what was coming.

Him, of course.

But, puns aside, I was happy to see him.

"Oh, I'm excited," he was straightforward and wasn't even trying to hide his directness.

He leaned down and uncharacteristically pecked my cheek which caught me off guard, but I accepted it gracefully anyway. It was probably his way of telling me that he truly had been suffering from a dry spell.

Although, I was sure that his hand must've helped him through the past week, but it probably couldn't compare to my tightness.

His room really screamed fraternity to me. I really liked his door, it was decorated by different beer boxes, and there were posters on his wall. It didn't have too much, it was adequate.

I liked it.

"What are we watching today?" I asked him as I draped my coat over his chair by the desk.

"Netflix, you said so."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he just shrugged patting the space next to him on the couch inviting me over. I went over and cuddled up with him like I did the first time. He had an arm around me this time pulling me closer.

"You choose," he turned the screen in my direction slightly.

I didn't have any preferences because I knew it was just a ploy to get us naked.

"You never told me what kind of movies you like," I reminded him as I scrolled through the list on Netflix. "How about a new release?" I had to make a good choice since I actually watched them during the interim in between the rounds, while he was always still relishing on the sex. So, I made a suggestion half mindful of the fact that he never answered me. His hands were really distracting with the way it was rubbing up and down my arm, and I could feel the heat of excitement radiating off of his body in waves.

Guess foreplay would be cut short for the first round. I had reasons to believe that he was already reeling in on the last time or one of his many fantasies, and wanted some kind of reenactment.

"Sure," he shrugged. So, I clicked into one that I thought was interesting. I was sure that he didn't even know what we were watching because I was already anticipating my attack any moment.

He would jump me not long after the start of the film. So, I better brainstorm my last words before I literally go under.

"Where are you going for Spring Break?" I piped up suddenly. There was nothing other than mundane sex talk between us that could last longer than a few back and forth, so I might as well just get over this short informative exchange before I get too distracted. "Are you doing anything?" I just assumed that he'd be travelling.

"Yes, I'm going to Montreal with my family. My sister wanted to go, and my brother is joining us for the first time in a while. My parents like to do family vacations. You?"

"Paris. I'm visiting my best friend since French people don't have spring breaks." I left out what I would be doing and kept it vague just like he did with his answer. I felt like that was the best. I was going to stop by Silicon Valley to pick up whatever she said she needed.

"Oh, cool. My sister wants to go to France for college," he informed me, and none of us were paying attention to the movie already, even though I really did want to watch a bit of it. "We're both going to French speaking cities," he grinned cheekily. "Do you speak?"

"French?" I shook my head. "Do you?"

"No, but my sister wants me to learn it with her," he made an exaggerated eye roll.

"It can't be that bad," I humored. "Have you been to Montreal? I've been there before." I told him just trying to keep the conversation alive since I could feel the awkwardness lurking around waiting to creep in if silence ensued.

"Oh? Got any recommendation?"

I knew he'd ask this like any normal people would, but I should've kept my mouth shut since I couldn't recall shit from my trip. It had been too long ago. It was when Kate was still trying to perfect her French. She was jealous that I was kind of bilingual naturally so she wanted to be the same.

"I went there with my best friend years ago, the only thing I can remember is a bridge," I giggled once at being utterly unhelpful. "Sorry, I'm not of any help."

"No worries. You been to Paris?"

"No, so I hope she takes good care of me."

"She better," he smirked, and I laughed.

We turned back to the movie and it was already almost ten minutes into the movie, I just hoped that I didn't miss out on too much because the trailer was long.

His hand went exploring like it did last time, I wasn't even surprised that he was making his move so soon. He must've been on the verge of breaking down. I allowed my hand to crept up his front beneath his long-sleeve shirt, and fondled with his abs, liking the way it felt under my hand as they contracted involuntarily due to the slight coolness from my hand.

I was only caressing his skin mindlessly as I watched the movie but his mind was obviously not on the show before us. It was on my panties as his fingers crept closer to my core.

Oh my, if I wasn't wet already on my way over, I could definitely feel myself drenching my panties with the suspense and the excitement that his dancing fingers were causing.

He appeared nonchalant with his eyes glued to the screen but I knew that there wasn't a single cell in his body that was watching the film at the moment.

Damn him now I was also distracted, might as well get fucked. Literally.

I raised my lips so there were now near his jaw as I shifted on to my side so my hand could travel up further in his cloth. He had successfully warmed me up and my hands were now warmer than I first got here. I was breathing directly into his ear.

He could feel my breathing speed up, and I was getting excited with his roaming hand that hadn't yet started groping me.

"When are you leaving?" I paused my movement and asked out of the blue before I forget. I was contemplating on pushing my limits with him on Thursday night since I fly out Friday night taking a redeye to San Francisco, Kate wanted me to bring a gift from her brother over, because she couldn't wait to have it.

"Friday morning," he replied distractedly. "How about you?" He asked probably detecting a slight shift in my mood.

"Friday night. Redeye," I informed him, now wanting to get on with it more than ever.

I boldly moved his computer off his lap and straddled, claiming his lips as my fingers went through his hair cupping the nape of his neck courageously. He moaned into my mouth, and his hands immediately went to the hem of my sweater and peeling it off me along with the shirt underneath. He didn't even wait until my bra was off before latching on to them hungrily.

"Should've got this off with the clothes," he lamented against my breast.

"Ah…" I threw my head back, it always had the same effect on me when he teased my nipples, but I wasn't as sensitive when he groped me.

He unclasped my bra just as I pulled his shirt over his head, running my nails up and down his front, lightly scratching his pecs to his abs. He liked it because his hands would always tighten its grasp around whichever part of me he was holding on to.

It was my boobs this time, and that was so much more welcoming than him squeezing my sides. I liked it when he grabbed them hard and aggressively, it affected me more than his gentle kneading. I guess that was why I liked it when he used his teeth on them as he sucked.

I let out another, drawn out whimper when they left my tits and head south. I mimicked his movement and allowed my hands to travel down his naval then to the waistband of his sweats.

I couldn't believe this guy welcomed me in sweats when I had to actually put on some decent clothes, like a pair of jeans.

My hands pulled the elastic and dove in, and was met with his boxer brief. I felt around hesitating on whether I should just pull both of them off together or let him take the lead, but before I could make a decision I lost mine, and I was now buck-ass naked on top of his crotch.

He lifted his hips with me still atop of him and I helped him pull everything off.

Leaving the both of us in our birthday suits. One hand cupped my ass and his other hand went for my core. I clenched them uncontrollably. I was way less nervous than I was the very first time, and for once, I could feel something when his fingers ghosted over my folds and to my clit.

At least I believed it was my clit.

My kisses became more frenzy and he inserted a finger inside me. I broke out a smile against his lips, I didn't know why though but I just did.

He mirrored my expression but his was goofier.

I rocked my hips and moved them up and down on his finger, I could feel myself wrapping tightly around him and saw him growing hard in between us. Moaning into his mouth, he suddenly stood up, carrying me with him and put me down on his bed.

"Are we using the lube this time, too?" I asked even though I was kind of hoping that he'd use them, it'd make me feel way less painful.

"Yes, simply because I can't wait to be inside of you. We'll slowly lay off this shit," he declared leaning over me to grab a condom from his nightstand drawer along with his tube of lubricant.

I grinned up at him as I watched him roll it on with my legs spread like a wanton slut waiting for him to take me.

"You want good ole missionary?" He teased me, fisting his cock as he searched for my entrance. I didn't even have time to register that the foreplay was cut short this time and we were relying heavily on the lube but I felt ready, I just didn't know if I was physically.

I nodded mutely.

"Forgive me, I'm probably not going to last too long the first round. It's been too long," he told me apologetically as he slowly slid into me.

I laughed softly, I was honestly too inexperienced to come up with any kind of response. Losing my virginity had been a bundle of nerves for me that my mind wasn't on the sex too much rather than paying more attention to how I was doing.

I whimpered when he filled me to the hilt, and I looked at him in the eyes debating whether I could have a minute to adjust to his size. It had been a week for me, too, and I needed to re-familiarize myself with his dick.

"Are you okay?" He peered down at me, his elbows on both side of my face, and his lips only inches away from mine.

When I nodded, he scooped down and pecked my lips. Drawing my bottom one in between his teeth as he pulled away, I didn't bother telling him that he bruised it the last time and actually kind of left it bleeding, but it healed nonetheless; so it didn't hurt now. Just a little sensitive.

"Can I move?" He checked again.

He was too much of a gentleman sometimes, but I knew he'd turn into a beast and turn on beast mode once we get started.

"You are so beautiful," he lowered his lips and brushed them against my cheek as he rotated his hips inside of me, and started to pull back and push back in.

I mewled at the sensation from the friction, it was just the beginning and I was hoping that he would speed up because if he wasn't, I was going to demand it.

"Sexy," he cradled my head forcing me to maintain eye-contact as he picked up his pace. "You are so damn sexy," he breathed heavily against my neck as he buried his face into the crook of it.

I hummed feeling so much more confident at his compliments, not that he had been holding back since we first met. It was kind of sweet of him to be brutally honest and blunt, and I liked that he was vocal about it, too.

His hand went in between us and rubbed my clit, as his pace quickened and his strokes shortened, he was probably close already. I was just enjoying the sensation so much right now it was truly pleasurable, and so much better than my first time already.

There I thought I gave my first time an 8 out of 10 was kind of ridiculous right now, what was I thinking? That sex was shit! The night was even worse with how self-conscious and nervous I was feeling, I barely felt any pleasure that night compared to what I was feeling now.

"You're so tight, Ana, and I love it. Fuck!"

Sweat beads were already forming on his forehead, and I was getting hot too, but not as much as him since I was barely doing anything other than clenching my core every now and then when the intrusion got too much.

He was panting harder over my opened mouth, we were sharing the same breath, and for some reason, I thought that was kind of hot. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his lips down to mine, bruising his lips.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. I promise," he pulled back from me and pulled out of me, I watched him jacked himself off, providing the last bit of stimulation as he ejaculated into the tip of the condom. He did that the first time we had sex, too, and I didn't know why he had to pull out though I did know that he had to tie the used condom before throwing it away.

"Can I see it?" I reached out for the knotted latex, not the least bit ashamed at that question I just blurted out.

He had a funny look on him but handed it to me nonetheless. It was still warm in my hands, and I took a closer look at cum for the first time in my entire life. It was creamy, and nothing like I had seen in pornographies.

"Like what you see?" He teased and his smirk widened when I looked up with my innocent doe-eyed expression. "You can be so cute, too, you know?" He dove back on the bed, taking the used condom from my hand and tossed it to the floor carelessly as grabbed my face and kissed me. We fell back on to the bed with him on top of me.

"Why do you pull out, I thought we're using a condom?"

"Double protection. Just to be sure," he shrugged. "I try to remember to pull out. It is very hard to keep a straight mind when I'm inside of you, Ana. Trust me, my brain is a mush every time I cum. I am reluctant, just so you know," he grinned.

I laughed at his adorableness. This guy could be so goofy, cute, and adorable at the same time.

"Maybe I should consider the pill?" I mused out loud.

"Triple security," he agreed. "I am running out of condoms, and at the pace that we're going at it, I probably have to stock up after Spring Break."

I widen my eyes at him, I had no idea what was the standard amount of rounds that people usually go at. I just knew that we had sex three times the first time around, and this time I had a feeling that we'd be going way past three rounds.

"Come on, we're going to need it," he held out my hand and guided me to the couch. I pulled his cover off of his bed and wrapped it around my body just to keep me warm.

I didn't want to get sick again this time, even though I was still warm and slightly sweaty from the last round, but I wasn't as worked up as him.

"Sorry about earlier," he apologized again and I was confused as to what he was referring to. "I couldn't hold back any longer," he elaborated.

I nestled next to him, cuddling to his side and he had his arm draped over my shoulder, pulling me tight against his naked body, there was only his cover around my body like a shawl as a barrier between our upper body.

He had his sweatpants on and the laptop in his lap. The TV show continued from where it paused, which I had no idea if it was the place we stopped at.

"I'll make it up to you," he pecked my forehead then raised my chin to kiss me on my lips chastely.

I didn't know if he knew that I hadn't come yet, but then again, I had no idea what that felt like so even if he did make me cum, I'd have no indication that I did. Or if he didn't make me climax I wouldn't have a clue either.

I was too clueless.

Maybe he wasn't that good in bed? I couldn't make up my mind about it because I chose him to lose my virginity to because I thought he was experienced and good between the sheets. I had no one to turn to though, because I didn't know who else had sex and wasn't shy about sharing it with me.

Well, other than José, he was the one who dumped all of his sordid intimate relationship details on me since the last semester of our senior year because he met this college girl at a coffee shop, and was having trouble with everything.

I was going to go to Ethan for a male perspective on my sex life, but Kate might feel uncomfortable, and I think he would too, because they were siblings.

I turned my attention back to the show that we were watching, it was nearly the end of the first episode and I had half a mind to actually finish it without fooling around, but who was I kidding with this man next to me.

"Ana, you have no idea how sexy you are, don't you?" He suddenly twisted his head so that his lips were back on my head. I lifted my head and my lips met his, willing to let him take the lead again, since I kind of jumped his bones the last round.

I shook my head against his shoulder, and purposefully brushed my lips over the shell of his ear, then protruded my tongue to let the tip glide over his neck.

I heard him suck in a breath, and my hands started exploring over his naked torso. I wasn't intending on travelling south to the point that I could fist his cock through his pants, but I accidentally brushed against his crotch.

His breath hitched, and I had no idea what had happened. Though, I felt something like a rod sticking out building a tent, so I assumed that he was getting hard.

But, I wasn't doing much. At least that was what I thought.

"You get me hard so easily, Ana," he breathed out in a chortle, almost embarrassingly. "You have no idea how much you turn me on, Ana. Everything you do arouses me. I don't think I've recovered so fast before."

"Is that a good thing?" I questioned innocently but I knew I was feigning it because the evidence was so clear that he was aroused.

"The best," he reassured. Pushing the computer away, he pinned me against the back of the couch. I spied a tin-foil packet somewhere during the blur when he almost sank me into the cushions, but I couldn't be sure if he came prepared or what.

At the rate we were going at it, I really believed that I underestimated myself when I only managed to grab two condoms out of the free shelf in the bathroom of my co-ed dorm last semester.

"How hard are you now?" I grinned and I was sure that I probably looked like a fucking porn star right now, but I didn't care, I was going to get laid very soon.

So, what the fuck, who cares?

"You wanna feel it for yourself?" He grabbed my hand and guided it inside his sweatpants.

I grinned at him deviously, and tightened my hold around his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before I stroke my hand up and down his length, then dragged my fingers over his tip as I watched his reaction.

His eyes were becoming more and more like molten metal, with the gray color getting darker and deeper. I could feel him getting even harder under my touch.

I licked my lips, hoping that I was seductive enough as I peeled his waistband off of his hips, allowing his erection to spring free. I got up from my position and sat on the sofa as he kneeled on it before me.

I fisted his length and gave the tip a teasing lick. He hissed at the contact, clearly not expecting me to act like a slutty bitch. His hands travelled into my hair, messing them up even worse than my earlier just-fucked hair.

I licked his entire member as my hand rubbed the places I couldn't reach with my mouth. Then, settling a hand at the base and another around his balls, slowly massaging them, I guided him deeper into my throat. Breathing through my nose like I did the last time, I let it travel as far as I could.

The gagging feeling could be detected at the back of my throat, but again, like the first time, it was bearable. I found it that they could be suppressed easily if I just adjust my breathing, maybe I didn't have too much of a gag reflex.

"Holy fuck, Ana!" He bucked his hips involuntarily. I think he wasn't trying to fuck my mouth given that I was a rookie but he was slowly losing the battle.

"Hmm…" I giggled, the vibration felt all the way to the base of his cock as I deep throat him.

He gently pushed my shoulders and placed a pillow behind my so I was now laying against the armrest, the cushion propping my upper body up so I was lying at an angle.

He touched his tip to my lips again, and I opened my mouth willingly. I liked watching him squirm and his contorted facial expression.

"That mouth," he moaned. His hands fell on the armrest next to my head as he moved his dick in and out of me.

Our eyes locked briefly. He was watching the way his cock moved and I was watching how the color of his orbs changed from metallic gray to an even darker shade. It was hot and arousing.

A hand of his went behind my head, pulling me to him and I almost choked at the sudden move but managed that down. He didn't even notice my discomfort, not that I blamed him.

"I'm gonna…" he panted out. "Ana," he gripped my hair tighter, I didn't know if he wanted to make me let go or something. "I don't want to cum so soon, Ana," he warned.

I pulled away after another tug from his hand, and watched him rip out a condom and rolled it on. I hope he wasn't too aggressive that it made them tear, but I trusted him to pull out when he was about to orgasm anyway.

"Doggy?" He suggested, still slightly out of breath.

I sat there, still on my heels observing him. The last time we tried this position, I bruised my shoulder and I found it uncomfortable. The bearable kind, but still not so enjoyable.

Still, I was an open-minded individual. Given that I fucked him after spending the entire party dry humping him while we were both beyond tipsy at a frat party. More like I slept with him once I sobered up from my alcohol, which didn't sound any better.

"Sure," I found myself conceding to it.

He grinned and turned me around, putting me in position. My hands went to the back of the couch, and made myself comfortable as well as putting a safe distance between me and the bed which wounded me last time.

"Whatever you're doing with your ass, keep doing it. I can stare at it all day," he groaned out lazily as his tip brushed against my sex. I could feel him slowly penetrating my folds and into my vagina.

He was probably being cautious to not hurt me because men in porn all just slammed into the women, basically pushing them into the mattress face first.

"Argh!" I grunted at the fullness.

"You okay?" He checked, and I loved that he'd always remember to check on me before we resumed.

I nodded, biting my lip when he pulled out and pushed in. He grabbed my shoulders and started to pound into me.

"You like it rough, don't you?"

I whimpered, my head thrown back feeling myself getting wetter. I wasn't sure if we used the lube this time but it sure was smoother than the last time we were in this position. I actually found myself enjoying it.

"Harder, Christian," I moaned having no idea where that command came from. I was a virgin just two weeks ago, mind you.

"Oh yes!"

I felt his fingers digging into my shoulders, clearly leaving temporary marks on me as well as nail prints probably. He lengthened his strokes and pulled out almost to the tip before diving in to the hilt until his balls made contact with my clit.

That was a feeling I liked. I felt something more intense and a spark ignited within me whenever his balls slapped against my bare clit. I didn't know if that was some kind of stimulation but he was definitely doing something right.

"Faster," I panted.

I felt his body hovering over mine, covering my back completely. His hand went around my neck twisting my face until I could face him. Out lips connected roughly, matching the pace he was going at.

I had no energy to kiss him back as I left my mouth open, and let him assault my body, bringing pleasure all over.

His lips went to the back of my neck, nibbling and sucking at my skin. I could feel his teeth grazing against my shoulder blades, trailing from one to another. I didn't know I was particularly sensitive anywhere but the way he was doing it made me feel things I'd never felt before.

I bucked my hips back, asking for more.

No, demanding for more from him.

"You like the sound of my balls slapping against you as I slam into your pussy?" He growled in my ear, his voice dangerously low and very much unheard of before.

Where did the sweet, adorably handsome cutie went?

At that moment though, I was down for the rough sex.

I threw my head back and my eyes lolled with it.

"Christian," my legs weakened, and my knees buckled, but his strong arms supported me. They were on my breasts preventing me from falling over as he continued to pound into me while kneading my less than impressive mounds.

He soon fell on top of me but managed to roll me on top, so I was sprawled out against his front.

"So, Thursday?" He stood, leaning against the entrance to my dorm building with his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you, bye."

He reached out and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back. "Thursday?" He forced me to look him in the eye, his expression serious as a heart attack.

"Sure," I giggled, and that was when he released me with a peck on my lips, sending me on my way.

Fucker wanted to make sure I'd go over.

Comfortable with first person? Any naysayers?

They're talking in the next chapter, just not sure if it's the kind that y'all are expecting...

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