They didn't speak any more on their way to Duncan's house, and as soon as the front door fell shut behind them, he was kissing her again, one hand on her breast, the other one firmly cupping her ass. Megan whined with pleasure, too far gone already to object to any of it.
They stumbled through the hall in a tight embrace, into a spacious living room with a large leather couch. Unceremoniously, Duncan shoved her onto the couch and dropped to his knees on the thick rug, spreading her legs and pushing her panties aside.
And then his mouth was on her and it was just as good as in her fantasy, if not better. Eagerly, she dug her fingers into his thick black hair, tugging hard, and he moaned, his large hands hot and heavy on her bare thighs. His beard was tickling her, just the teensiest bit, and his tongue… Maker, his tongue was doing awesome things to her, sliding through her folds, thrusting insistently inside her, lapping up her juices as if she was the most exotic delicacy ever. Before she knew it, she was coming, coming harder than she had in months, arching up into his mouth with a strangled cry. So good!
Duncan sat back on his haunches with a pleased laugh, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "You doing okay?"
"A lot better than okay." Kicking off her shoes, she let her left foot slowly trail up his leg to the pronounced bulge in his pants. He felt good, thick and hard, and she wanted more. She needed more. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
He gasped involuntarily, and Megan smiled to herself. It had been one of Zevran's more useful lessons. Most people don't get off on vulgarity, cara, but if used sparingly, naughty words can be really effective. Duncan's reaction was ample proof of the truth of this statement.
"Do you want me to?" His voice must have dropped another octave.
"Oh Maker, please, yes." Megan wiggled out of her clothes as fast as she could. She didn't miss his sharp intake of breath when she threw off her bra, baring her small, high breasts.
But he didn't pounce on her straight away. Instead, he got to his feet, taking her hand to pull her up into his arms.
"I want you in my bed," he explained when he saw her surprised expression. "Much more comfortable, and I intend to take my time with you."
"Do you, now?" she purred, rubbing herself shamelessly against his crotch. "Are you sure you can wait that long?"
He bit his lip, hard, and she felt him grow taut against her, but he shook his head, taking a deep breath. "Absolutely. Come on."
His bedroom was just as large and just as tastefully furnished as the living area, and Megan dropped onto the king-sized bed with a pleased squeak, rolling over with a happy smile and wiggling her still sock-clad feet at him. "What are you waiting for?"
"Stop that. You look all of fifteen, and that makes me feel like a dirty old man." His tone was dry as dust, but he was smiling as he shucked off his shirt and pants.
"Relax. I'm 21 and perfectly legal." Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she gestured for him to come closer. "You can check my I.D. if you want to. Besides…" She ran an appreciative hand over his well-muscled chest. "You don't look old to me."
True, the curly hair growing there was greying already, but that was normal with someone as dark as he was, wasn't it? And his stomach was flat and hard, his thighs strong and his cock… His cock was thick and lovely, a bit darker at the base and rising proudly from a nest of pitch black curls. And he was magnificently hard. Definitely no performance problems here. Bending a little lower, Megan lapped at the head with her tongue and he moaned hungrily, staring down at her with a look of single-minded focus.
But before she could get really going, he pulled back and joined her on the bed, and this time, he went straight for her breasts. And Megan wondered why she hadn't thought to include this in her fantasy, because his mouth felt so wonderful on her, his lips brushing against her stiff nipples, his teeth gently nibbling, his tongue flicking against her flesh. She was still sopping wet, or maybe again, and she whimpered with delight when he pushed his thick fingers into her heat.
It felt good, it felt wonderful, and Megan wanted him never to stop, but at the same time she marvelled at his patience. Surely, he had to be going mad by now, with her naked body stretched out next to him, ready for the taking, and the scent of her arousal filling the air, so intense it was almost embarrassing.
"Duncan, please." Megan knew she sounded petulant, but she didn't care. "Stop teasing me."
"Why?" He thrust his fingers even deeper, curling them just so, and she whined again, clenching tight around him. "As far as I can tell, you like it."
Even when he finally took pity on her, he refused to be rushed, pushing inside her with exquisite slowness. And it was the best feeling ever, to be full of him, so gloriously full, with his cock caressing her in all the right spots. Megan's head flew back with a long, pleased sigh, and he groaned in response, burying himself inside her to the hilt. He began to move, with slow undulating movements, and she had to do something, or he would keep tormenting her forever.
Wrapping both legs around him, she drew him in even further, her heels digging deep into his back. "Oh, blight it, Duncan, come on! I won't break."
"Won't you?" There was a flash of amusement in his eyes, but he pulled back and slammed into her again, a lot harder than he had before, and yes, this was what she'd wanted from him.
"Please. More." They were her last articulate words.
Soon after, she lost the capacity to speak or think clearly. He just went on and on, with long, deep strokes, pausing only once to switch her over, so he could take her from behind, his hands tight on her hips to hold her just where he wanted her. In some dim recess of her mind, she was genuinely impressed with how long he kept going, steady and relentless, until he'd sent her over the edge for a second time.
And it was even better than her first orgasm, hot and sweet and perfect, flooding every cell in her body with ecstasy, making her cry out loud in pure unadulterated pleasure. When he collapsed on top of her shortly after, leaning heavily on her back for a moment before pulling back, they were both bathed in sweat and panting hard.
"Holy Maker… That was amazing. You're amazing." He dropped on his back next to her, pulling her close. "We should have done this months ago."
"That would have been so unethical," she pointed out lazily, threading her fingers through the thick curls on his chest. "What with me being one of your students and all."
"I don't care." He flinched at his own words. "I mean, yes, I do. Or I would, normally. It's not as if I make a habit out of this."
"What, sleeping with your students? Don't tell me I'm the first." Megan grinned widely, but grew serious at the look on his face. "Really?"
"Really," he confirmed. "I do have my principles, you know, unlike some people. But you… You're different." He actually did sound as if he meant it. "Anyway, you'll have to promise me not to take any more of my classes."
"Such a pity." Megan sighed. "Yeah. Okay. But… Does that mean I'll see you again?"
"If you want." Duncan looked rather charmingly uncertain for a moment. "Do you?"
"Oh, I do." Megan huddled closer to him, feeling a pleasant tingle all through her body. "You bet I do."
"Damn it, Megan, where have you been? It's nearly three o'clock!" Léonie did look worried, and she had actually stayed up to wait for her. "The last time you pulled a stunt like this was when that hot guy from Antiva showed up."
"Yeah, well." Megan smiled dreamily. "I met someone."
"I figured. Must have been pretty sensational, going by your stupid grin." Léonie shook her head. "Really, Megan just send me a text next time, okay? I was one step away from calling the cops."
"I'm sorry." Megan did her best to look chastened. "I wasn't thinking straight."
"Oh wow. That bad?" Her roommate looked at her pityingly. "Don't tell me you're in looooove!" She grimaced, making Megan laugh.
"Not in love, no. In lust, maybe." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I haven't had such spectacular sex in months."
"Ugh. No details, please." Léonie shuddered in pretend disgust. "And please promise me you won't bring him here for smoochies."
"No worries." Megan grinned at the thought of trying to persuade Duncan to squeeze himself into her shared dorm room with her. Not a particularly tempting option, especially compared to his house. Maker, that house! She had pretty much fallen in love with it at first sight. "He has his own place."
"Good." Léonie put on her best severe face. "Because I'm not sneaking out at night, just so you can have some fun."
Megan nodded, but she felt a brief pang at Léonie's words. The two of them got on well enough as a rule, but this was precisely why they would never be friends. Léonie was a decent roommate, neat and polite, but she wasn't like Sigrun, or even Morrigan. Megan missed having a friend like that here in Orlais.
"Say… If you have a boyfriend now, what happens the next time whatshisname shows up here?" Léonie interrupted her train of thoughts.
"Who, Zev?" Megan shrugged. "No idea. He's pretty relaxed about that sort of thing." And that was certainly true. Zev would probably congratulate her on getting laid, and then he'd want to hear all the details. Megan smiled nostalgically.
"I'm not sure I'd go with 'boyfriend' anyway, so far," was all she said aloud.
Léonie shrugged. "Whatever. None of my business."
And this was where Léonie's lack of interest in her love life actually came in handy, Megan mused. Sigrun would never have let it go at that. She'd have grilled Megan until she knew who her mystery lover was, and whether he would treat her best friend right. Whereas Léonie was already engrossed in her book again and seemed quite content to let the matter rest.
Ah, well. The fewer people knew about her involvement with Duncan the better. Megan felt her forehead scrunch up in a frown. She didn't really like having to hide her feelings. But in this particular case, it was probably for the best.
Megan hadn't bothered to set an alarm clock. She only had one class in the morning, an Orlesian grammar course, and she knew she could afford to miss it. And she really needed to get some sleep after the night she'd had.
Léonie had already left for her classes by the time Megan woke up, stretching lazily in her narrow bed. It was nice to have the place to herself for once. Not that the tiny dorm room was much to write home about, with its bare minimum of functional furniture, the floor covered in well-worn linoleum and the walls painted plain white. But the sun was shining brightly through the striped curtains, and her bed was warm and cosy.
Vaguely, she wondered what Duncan was doing right now. Telling him about her naughty fantasies had been a bit of a gamble, but it had certainly paid off, much better than she could have imagined. She didn't regret last night, not at all. Duncan was really, really good with his tongue, and his hands had felt good on her body, too, not to mention his cock inside her…
She was still the tiniest bit sore, but at the same time, a pleasant tingle was already building between her legs again, just from thinking of him. Biting her lip, Megan reached down to touch herself lightly, while her imagination conjured up even more remembered sensations: Duncan's fingers thrusting inside her, his hot mouth on her breasts, his teeth clamping down on her nipple. She came quickly, with a small gasp of pleasure, and it felt good to relax, good to let go.
With a yawn, she got to her feet and ambled over to her desk to check her e-mail. Despite the late hour Megan had taken the time to write a brief message to Zevran last night, before she went to bed. Not to ask his permission or his forgiveness – there was no need for that – but to ask for his advice about the whole thing. He was far more experienced than her where sexual adventures where concerned, and she valued his point of view. Besides, talking to Léonie about him last night had made her realize how much she missed him.
He'd already sent a reply, thankfully. Megan smiled. Just like Zev. He seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when she needed him. The e-mail took a while to load, because of the pictures he'd attached. Zevran had recently taken up modelling to make some extra money, and his most important photo shoot so far had been for a jeans ad campaign by a famous Antivan designer. Megan had begged him to send a few pics, and of course he'd obliged.
She couldn't resist glancing at the pictures first, before reading his message. They were done in black and white and professionally arranged and lit, and as she'd expected, they were utterly stunning. The jeans looked seriously hot on Zevran, clinging tight to his thighs and ass. In most of the pictures he was shirtless, no doubt to display his gorgeous tattoos to best advantage. The only exception was one photo, in which he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and an unbuttoned denim shirt. And that, too, was hot, even though it should have looked ridiculous.
Of course Zevran had that talent, she mused as she quickly clicked through the whole portfolio, to turn something cheesy and clichéd into pure seduction. And it wasn't just his looks, though his body was amazing, lithe and toned, and his skin was just as smooth and perfect as she remembered it. No, Zevran's charm was at least as much due to his attitude, so casually sensual, so relaxed and confident of his own appeal. In several of the photos a girl was with him, a curvy brunette who had wrapped herself around his body in various interesting contortions, and the way he was looking at her from under his long, silky lashes made Megan's throat go dry. Nothing about the pictures was vulgar or explicit, but they were insanely sexy.
Great. Now I'm horny again. Megan rolled her eyes. Shaking her head impatiently, she firmly told herself to get her act together. She could hardly spend the whole day getting herself off, and besides, she really was curious about Zev's reply.
Carissima, the message read. It is good to hear from you. And even better to be treated to such a delectable tale. It made getting up this morning far less of a chore. That Duncan guy sounds quite intriguing, but I think it would be good if you do not to get too attached to him, no? Far better to keep things fun and light-hearted. Keep him on his toes a little, surprise him, make him hungry for more. And most importantly, enjoy your time with him to the fullest, but don't expect more than he is ready to give.
Megan smiled to herself. She could practically hear the words in his voice, with his smooth, rolling accent, and her memory even supplied the accompanying look on his face, teasing and provocative, but also a little concerned. Zev didn't want her to get hurt, that much was obvious. He needn't have worried, though. Duncan was hot and exciting, but she was in no danger of having her heart broken. Quickly, she scanned the rest of the message.
I miss you, Megan. Life is far too predictable without you around. Let me know how you liked the pictures, and keep me posted on that scandalous little storia of yours. Knowing you, I am sure it will be all kinds of exciting. Love, Zevran.
Still smiling fondly, Megan let the laptop's lid snap shut and leaned back in her chair. Zevran was right. The immediate future looked really exciting. And she was so looking forward to it.
Hugs and thanks to suilven - best beta ever!