[CW: smutt.]

  Alexi was sitting right there.

  Fuck.

  He was looking at me with that new look he’d had for me tely—a gleam I only now recognized as something akin to hunger.

  I stood frozen, my mind tumbling with vertigo. He’d watched me undress. He’d seen me look at myself—he’d seen me twirl! He’d heard me moan incoherently at my own reflection. Oh, this was bad. Hot blood was surging to my face.

  Alexi smirked at me. “So it’s true. I should have known you for a girl sooner.” He stood. “Don’t worry, I’m from Faso. We don’t snitch.”

  My mind reeled. “Y-you’re not, um...going to...?”

  He was looking at me that way. A shiver of pure heat wetted my nerves and fshed through all my limbs.

  “...tell anyone?” I finished weakly. I felt dizzy with whipsh. It was so unfair that this was happening again tonight.

  Still smirking, he shook his head, not taking his eyes off me. It seemed as if he was savoring this?

  My pulse quickened. What had Alexi even been doing, sitting in the dark like that? It was getting harder to think. I needed to slow my breathing—no, first I needed to figure out what was going on here. There had to be terms.

  “You would just do that for me? What do you get out of it?” I tried to speak confidently but as soon as the words left my mouth, they sounded foolish. My cheeks grew hotter.

  He came towards me slowly, so slowly. Giving me so much time, to do something...or not.

  I could have fled, could have pyed for time, but instead I stood there, a tremble of hot fizzy nerves, waiting for him. The inside of my head was a welter of heat that made all my thoughts seize and fall over.

  My breath came fast and shallow as he stopped right in front of me. He looked down at me with that knowing smirk and I blushed harder.

  “You Imperiati, with your deals and your bckmail. You see transactions everywhere you look. I'll bet you thought I was a loyalist too, didn't you? I told you, on Faso we don’t snitch. My cn is used to hiding people when the Navy comes sniffing. I will ask nothing—no price. But, somehow I think, maybe you’d like me to?”

  “I-I don’t know,” I choked.

  I was breathing so fast I was almost panting. My chest was moving rapidly up and down, nipples stiffly poking through the thin fabric of my undershirt, stretched taut by my swelling breasts. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell his scent.

  “Hmm, let’s see, shall we?” he murmured.

  He reached out and caught one of my nipples.

  I moaned a little and bit my lip, looking up at him with wide eyes, and he smirked.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  He gave an exploratory tug on my nipple and I quaked.

  He shook his head wonderingly, “I thought it couldn’t be true, that my own eyes were deceiving me. But it’s true. You’ve turned girl, just like that. It was probably hiding in you all along. Look at you, wanting it so bad you can’t even talk.”

  He twisted my nipple and I gasped and further drenched myself. I was dizzy with lust. My clit was aching.

  “Such a slut,” he mused, releasing the words so deliberately that each one fanned my lust like a fire, my eyes rolling back under heavy lids and my legs squeezing together.

  Some far-off part of me couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. I wasn’t at all averse to sex with Alexi, but I should at least be setting clear terms, clear boundaries, right? The rest of me felt deep under water, caught up head over heels in the intoxication of this amazing pleasure and...validation?

  Yielding to him like this, instead of making me feel powerless, felt deliciously good, like thunderous rain after a years-long, parching drought. He was treating me like a girl and all I wanted was for him to keep doing it.

  I knew that was bad as soon as I thought it—the conftion of girl-ness with being treated this way. I just couldn’t muster the will to care at the moment. Thinking about it made me feel like an imposter. I wanted to stop thinking. I wanted to be taken over, reduced to nothing, unmade. I wanted to have things done to me, things that would make my breath hitch and my knees wobble.

  He released my nipple and trailed his fingers up, over my colrbone, lingering at my throat, over my jaw, brushing my sensitive earlobe (gasp), towards my lips. His gaze caught and held mine as he slipped first one, then two, fingers into my mouth. My eyes widened as he slid them slowly in, stopping at the second knuckle. Without any prompting, I began to suck.

  “Good girl,” he whispered and I moaned, then blushed hotly at the noise I’d just made. I moaned again, in surprise, when he curled his fingers and hooked me by the inside of my cheek, then turned and began leading me back the way he’d come, by the mouth. I let him bend me forward and pull me along, my face hot and furiously red, my ass stuck out behind me, my crotch slick and pulsing.

  As he turned and sat, he pulled downwards on my mouth and I stumbled to kneeling. Anticipating what was coming, I scooted forward a little, and he chuckled.

  “Eager little slut, aren’t you?”

  I reddened even more. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and wiped them on my face.

  Surely feeling this much humiliation wasn’t supposed to make me this soaking wet, right? There must be something the matter with me, to respond this way. I squeezed my legs together. The thing was, I had been dreaming of his cock. It was such a nice cock…

  I looked desperately up at him. Why wasn’t he taking it out? The thought brought on another wave of blushing. He looked back down at me, clearly enjoying the sight before him. He seemed content to wait and let me stew in my own juices until—what? I was tired of waiting.

  “ah, Alexi,” I stammered.

  “Yes?” He was grinning at me.

  This was so humiliating. I closed my eyes.

  “Your c-cock,” I choked.

  He ughed at me. “You want it, yes?”

  I nodded, my face burning.

  “Not a very polite way to ask, is it?” His grin was only getting wider.

  “Alexii,” I moaned. To get any redder would be physically impossible.

  He lifted his hips off the chair and skimmed off his scks down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my gaze immediately fastened to his hard, bobbing length.

  I unconsciously licked my lips, and leaning forward, I managed to slip the head of his cock into my mouth. I savored the groan he made as I swirled my tongue along the underside of the tip. I was in no hurry to go deeper. I brought my hands up to steady the base as I licked. Alexi’s eyes were hooded as he watched me.

  Finally, I tried to take him deeper. I began choking fairly quickly from being so new at it, though, and had to settle for a happy medium.

  Each time I glided my tongue along his length, a delicious wave washed through me and my pussy pulsed, which made me moan onto his shaft. I could feel moisture sheeting down my thighs. At one point, I put a hand down to steady myself and realized that I’d been dripping so much that a literal puddle had formed under me.

  Alexi grabbed me by the hair, close to the head. The sensation sent a spark right to my clit and I moaned as he backed me off his cock.

  “You still need practice with that,” he informed me.

  I wiped my mouth, blushing. “S-sorry, ah, Alexi, can we, um, f-fuck?”

  He smirked, still holding me by the hair. “What an eager little pything you're being for me.”

  Hearing that, I shuddered and squeezed my legs together. He chuckled at my reaction.

  Mortified, with my face heating, I looked up at him, wide-eyed. Was he not going to fuck me? I was so turned on and desperate to cum that the thought made me panic.

  He must have seen it in my eyes because he stood, with a fist still locked in my hair.

  “Up,” he said shortly. “Over the desk.”

  He kept his hand at the same height so that when I rose, I was still bent over. He led me over to the desk and pushed me down over it, so that my top half was folded over it. I arched my back and extended my rear, both my palms and one of my cheeks pressed into the cool wooden surface. I felt the edge of the desk against the tops of my thighs. It was high enough that I had to use the tips of my toes to touch the floor.

  Alexi let go of my hair and I felt his fingertips trailing over my bottom cheeks and then carefully trace my bia, which made me gasp and my pussy spasm. I heard him make a low whistle of excmation or appreciation and I blushed.

  Then he dipped a finger into me and I whimpered, twitching. He slid it in so easily, because I was so wet, that he soon added another one. I juddered and panted as he slowly finger fucked me. The whole time, he kept up a soft, relentless stream of words that kept me squirming and red-faced.

  “I saw what a mess you made on the floor. I’m going to have you clean that up ter. Would you lick it up for me, if I told you to? I bet you would. You would probably get off on that. I bet you’d like me to make you crawl, wouldn’t you? I can see you dripping and leaking like a faucet from here, do you know that? I can literally watch your pussy respond to the things I say.”

  I groaned. “Alexi, p-please, I-I can’t—ah,” I gasped, “I-I need—oh!”

  He curled his fingers inside of me and I squeaked. “What now, you soaked little slut?” I could hear the smugness in his voice.

  My cheeks fred hot again. “P-please, um, fuck me,” I choked.

  He swore softly. “I cannot believe how cute you are.”

  I gasped as I felt the head of his cock brush against my lower lips, then there was pressure and then—

  I arched my back and tilted my pelvis as he slid into me. My eyes rolled and I whined.

  “God, you’re tight.” He pressed slowly deeper, eliciting more breathy, high-pitched sounds from me.

  Alexi reached forward as he bottomed out in me and palmed one of my breasts, reaching around it to pinch my nipple. I mewled as he withdrew and then thrust slowly back in.

  The sensation of his cock sliding into me was incredible. As his hips pressed flush against my ass and he filled me again, I heard a gasping, incoherent babble of noises and then realized I was the one making them.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, Alexi began picking up speed, and each time he slid fully into me, his hips pushed mine further up onto the desk, so that my toes were barely touching the ground anymore.

  All of my body weight was now resting on the surface of the desk, with no purchase or control over how my weight was positioned. I could no longer push or press back against him to meet his rhythm, only gasp and squirm as he fucked me.

  I spread my arms out, my hands fluttering for something to hold on to. He released my nipple, grabbed both my forearms and pinned them behind me. I could only moan helplessly as he slid back into me, holding me down by my crossed wrists. As he filled me, he used his grip on my arms to pull me further onto his cock, and my eyes rolled as I soaked his length.

  My undershirt was rucked up over my breasts. With each thrust, my sensitive nipples dragged against the sweat-slicked surface of the desk. My voice had leapt out of reach of my conscious control and was busy forming an endless series of pleading, breathy, high-pitched moans.

  I felt myself reaching the precipice of orgasm. Each time he slid all the way into me, I was tossed higher and higher, and held closer to the edge, above the eventual drop. His rhythm brought me up, and up, closer and closer, holding me just out of reach.

  I tried to urge my hips back to meet his cock as it entered me and he ughed. “You make such a desperate little bitch,” he teased.

  I moaned eagerly, my face bright red with humiliation. He slid into me again, and again, never breaking his rhythm. I was so, so wet.

  “I’m going to enjoy using you as a way to unwind. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Picture yourself, just as you are now, just as desperate, pleading—”

  I felt myself teeter over the edge and implode, whimpering and shaking as I came, hard. As the orgasm ripped through my core, my pussy tightened and spasmed on Alexi’s cock and his own breathing grew ragged. He thrust once more deeply into me as I moaned and writhed, and then he was groaning and shaking as he came inside me.

  As the tide of pleasure receded from my limp, shuddering body, Alexi released my arms and stepped back, sliding out of me. I grabbed feebly for the edge of the desk and tried to get my feet under me, but all I could do was slow my shaky, slippery slide to the floor.

  I slumped against one of the legs of the desk, still quaking with aftershocks. My crotch was sopping. There would be a puddle. Betedly, I realized Alexi was watching me from the chair with a smug grin.

  He beckoned. “I said I’d have you clean with your tongue, remember?”

  I flushed dark red. “The floor? Alexi…” The idea was absurd, and yet—my breath hitched at the thought.

  He smiled brilliantly. “Maybe ter. For now, just my cock will do.”

  I crawled shakily over. His cock was gzed with our shared juices. As I took him into my mouth, another surge of arousal hit me and I squeezed my legs together. The texture of the cum was silky on my tongue as I pped it up. I felt more of it dripping out of me and sliding down my inner thigh.

  My cheeks burned as I felt myself getting turned on again. I looked up at him, and licked my lips. My clit was throbbing again. He grinned wolfishly down at me and patted my head.

  “See you after dinner,” he said, rising.

  I stifled a sigh as I watched him dress. I desperately wanted to be cuddled. Or even just held. My heart sank. Oh, well.

  He left and I wrapped myself up and staggered towards the washroom. I’d never experienced an orgasm of such intensity before. Dazedly, I wondered whether I would be able to concentrate on exams now.

  ChaoticArmcandy

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