Educating Thalia, Chapter 3
Collaboration by @devikafernando & @avenger-nerd-mom
Word count 2561
Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, NSFW, glasses kink (it’s a thing!), blow job, fingering, nipple play, intercourse, Dom Tom
Summary: Professor Tom and grad student, Thalia Bareo, retreat to the privacy of his office
Click here for previous chapter, Library Seductions
His hands are shaking when he fumbles with the key to unlock the door. Bloody hell, it’s as though she’s seduced him and not the other way round.
As soon as they’re inside, Tom closes the door and pushes her against it.
“You have to forgive me,” he says, registering the surprise on her face.
“But…but I wanted it,” she stutters.
With a smirk, he grabs her hands and braces them against the cool wood above her head.
“Oh, not for making you come. I intend to do that a few times more before I’m done with you.”
A new blush stains her freckled cheeks and he follows the color with the tip of his tongue.
“What I mean is I should have done this first.”
Before she can respond, he takes her mouth in a demanding kiss.
She opens for him immediately, and he slides his tongue inside to seek hers out.
Holding her hands above her head with a grip around her wrists, he lets his free hand snake between their bodies to cup a full breast. The tips are hard peaks beneath the fabric, begging to be pinched and sucked.
He rubs his thumb over and around one nipple, making her buck against him. Deepening the kiss, he gets high on her unique taste again.
Damn it all, finesse is going out the window with her.
Reining himself in with enormous willpower, Tom slows the kiss to a sensual dance and glide of tongues while he kneads a breast. He takes her bottom lip between his teeth and tugs softly before resting his forehead against hers.
“God, Thalia, what you do to me. I want you so badly.”
She rubs herself against him. “I want you too, Tom. I’ve been dreaming of this for months.”
The admission has her lower her long lashes, but it only makes him even harder.
Stepping back, he holds out his hand. When she grabs it, their fingers interlacing as if it is the most natural thing in the world, he leads her further into the room, hitting the light switch because he wants to really look at her.
His office is surprisingly big, holding a desk with chairs, some shelves and old leather sofas, and an artificial fireplace with a rug. He pulls her over to its warm glow.
“Strip for me, love. I need to see you in all your curvy beauty.”
He can almost hear her thoughts, sees a flicker of uncertainty in her chocolate-brown eyes. His fingertips brush over her cheek and throat before diving into the hint of exposed cleavage.
“You do know you’re stunning, don’t you? I could look at you all day and come up with a dozen dirty things I’d like to do to you.”
His gravelly whisper echoes in the silence of the room, and she reacts with a shiver.
Slowly, she pulls her sweater over her head, leaving her in a pink lace-and-satin bra that can barely contain her big breasts. She opens the front clasp and the plump globes fall out, making him suppress a groan. It takes all of his self-control not to ravish her.
Biting her lip, Thalia shimmies out of her skirt, and he can’t help but ogle her for a minute.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
Like those old paintings of women who had real bodies and were built to be loved so thoroughly they couldn’t walk for days.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes, seeing the flush spread from her face all over her tanned body with its dips and curves begging to be explored.
She doesn’t cover herself, and it pleases him oddly that she isn’t as shy as she could have been.
“You next.” It’s more of a request than an order, but he complies with an eagerness that surprises him. Her naturally husky voice sounds even sultrier right now, as if she’s letting out a side of herself that is wild and free, enticing and purely feminine. Begging to be tamed, yet essentially untameable.
In a flash, he’s shrugged out of his sweater. He takes his glasses out of the pocket to put them aside safely on a nearby armrest.
“Tom… I… would you…” Thalia falters and blushes an even deeper shade of red.
“Darling, what is it? Talk to me. Never be afraid to share anything with me.”
She swallows hard and meets his gaze only for a moment.
“Would you…leave the glasses on for a bit?”
Whoa. Did she have a glasses kink? Holy shit, she was even hotter than he’d imagined.
“Like that, hm?” He quirks an eyebrow at her. “Okay, but you’ll have to be an extra good girl for me then, do you understand?”
She nods so eagerly it would have been comical in a different situation.
“What did I tell you, love? I need to hear you.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies quickly. “I’ll be a really good girl.”
Her words travel straight to his cock, making him rock-hard.
Tom puts his glasses on and leans over to kiss her until she’s moaning and restless in his arms. Then he takes a step back again and moves his hands to his belt. Slowly, he unbuckles it, then unzips his jeans and pulls them down.
Keeping his white boxers on, he bridges the distance between them to embrace her and kiss her senseless. He takes one of her hands and places it over his bulge, the tip of his cock peeking out over the top of the boxers. She slides her finger over it and rubs the drop of precum over the tip, and Tom sucks in a ragged breath.
He pushes her shoulders and she gets the message, sinking to her knees on the carpet.
God, he likes that sight entirely too much.
“Take them off,” he commands softly, his muscles tensing when her fingers dip under the waistband and lower his underwear so he can step out of it.
Before he can draw a breath, much less say anything, he feels her wet, hot mouth on his cock. She encircles the broad tip and gives it an experimental suck, and he realizes he’s cursing a blue streak. When she lets go to run her tongue up his impressive length instead, he fists his hands in her hair and pulls her forward.
She obeys, lowering her mouth down over him again, taking him far but not to her throat.
Once, twice, three times, he moves her up and down by her hair before tugging her head away.
He’s way too eager to be inside her for this to go on for long.
She presses her thick thighs together at that, as if his words make her throb.
Without wasting another moment, Tom joins her on the floor. He spreads out their clothes and makes her lie back.
“God, those tits are amazing, darling,” he purrs, taking the heavy globes in his hands and nuzzling them. “Made for being fondled and sucked and bitten.”
He proceeds to do just that, earning himself breathless gasps and tiny mewling sounds, making him impossibly harder for her.
Thalia hooks a leg around his waist to draw him closer, her hips rising to meet his. Tom lets a hand drift down to tug softly at her trimmed, damp curls before sliding his fingers through her folds and finding her swollen clit.
“Let’s get you ready, darling. I need you to be able to take all of me.”
Sucking her dark nipples in earnest, Tom slides a finger inside her. He keeps up a steady rhythm, adding another finger and then another. Curling them, he searches for the magical spot that will make her see stars.
She’s bucking and moaning beneath him, her head tossing from side to side.
When she suddenly freezes and shouts out a single, heartfelt “fuck”, he knows he’s found her G-spot. Chuckling darkly, he angles his fingers so they brush over it again and again while he starts rubbing tight circles over her clit.
“Let go for me, love,” he growls. “I want to hear my name when you come apart.”
He keeps the torture up until she’s a panting mess, his name rushing out in ragged pleas. When he presses down harder on her little bud while sinking his teeth into a nipple, Thalia clamps a hand over her mouth and comes with a muffled scream.
Tom soothes her through her second climax, slowing his movement and licking her breasts. He withdraws and scrapes his teeth over her collarbone before kissing her.
When he draws back, she whimpers her protest and reaches for him, her eyes snapping open.
“Tom? Please, I…I need more.”
“I’ll give you more, darling, don’t you worry. So much more. Just a second.”
After removing his glasses, he bends towards his pants, takes out his wallet and returns to her side with a condom. He can feel her eyes on him like burning flames when he sheathes himself.
Settling himself between her thighs, he holds her face in one hand and stares into her eyes.
“You’re mine,” he says, his voice low and deep, but not as steady as he would have liked it because he’s crazy with need. “Mine.”
Tom nudges his way in, hissing at her tightness. Thalia gasps and claws at his shoulders, her hips bucking up to take another inch of him. He knows his size can be a bit overwhelming, so he starts out with shallow thrusts, slowly working his way deeper. As soon as there is less resistance, he grabs her thigh and bends her leg so he can plunge in to the hilt.
“Ah… Tom… ohgodohgodohgod…”
He grinds his teeth against the urge to pound into her and sets a steady, torturing rhythm. Her body moves in sync with his and she leans up for a kiss that he gives her all too willingly.
When he’s sure he’ll go raving mad if he can’t lose control soon, Tom shifts and grinds as deep as he can get, his pelvis providing friction against her clit.
“Oh, fuck… Oh god… yes… More!”
Thalia is becoming more and more vocal, and he loves it. Clenching his jaw so tightly it’s painful, he tries to keep up the punishing pace. Dammit, with the way she is clenching around him, he isn’t going to last much longer.
Snaking a strong arm around her, he rolls them over until he’s on his back and she’s straddling him.
Holy shit, the sight of her like this is even better than of her writhing beneath him and begging for more.
“Ride me, darling.”
He pushes his hips up a little to sink back into her, making them both moan.
But she’s motionless on top of him, her hair a wild mane around her and her lips swollen from his kisses. She doesn’t have to speak, he can sense her uncertainty.
Again, he wonders how much experience she might or might not have.
Tom sits up and rubs his face against her breasts, knowing that his five o’clock shadow – make that a ten o’clock shadow – would be tickling and scratching the sensitive skin just the right way. He licks a pebbled nipple before giving it a nip and feeling her clamp down on him.
Grasping her chin in one hand, he forces her to look at him through heavy lids.
“Don’t be shy, Thalia. You’re a drop-dead gorgeous, sensual woman. You’re allowed to take too, not just give. This isn’t about me getting off, this is about us finding all kinds of ways to pleasure each other.”
He kisses her, and she immediately pushes her tongue into his mouth, whimpering softly – probably torn between what her body instinctively wants and what her brain tells her.
“I want you to forget everything you’ve done before, forget every boy who made you think you’re not enough and every moment in which you doubted yourself. Do you hear me? Focus only on us and let the real you out. Can you be a good girl for me and do that?”
He lifts his hips a fraction again, sliding deeper with a groan.
“Yes.” The one word is a drawn-out sigh, and one of her hands fists in his short hair to drag his head back to her heaving bosom.
With a secret smile, Tom slicks his tongue over a nipple before sucking so hard it will lace pleasure with a hint of pain. Thalia makes a strangled sound and tugs at his hair.
He lies back down and rests his hands on her ample hips, which will be perfect for him to dig his fingers into once she lets her inner cowgirl out.
“Ride me, love,” he commands quietly again.
This time, she starts moving, and it’s every bit as tantalizing as he’d hoped for. Slow grinding motions turn into something more frenzied quickly, and soon she’s undulating her body and sinking down on his cock as if her life depends on it.
“Fuck, darling, that’s it,” he grinds out huskily. “Take it all. Ride me into oblivion and make yourself come all over my cock. You look amazing like this, with your luscious, big tits bouncing.”
She moans louder, one hand going to a breast to pinch an engorged nipple.
Oh yes, his darling girl likes a bit of dirty talk, as if she couldn’t get any more perfect.
He’s dying to take control again, but this is almost better, seeing her discover her hidden sexual confidence and knowing that he’s the cause for her awakening.
He enlaces her fingers with his and pulls her hand to his face where he sucks two fingers into his mouth to wet them. Then he brings their joined hands to her cunt and rubs her clit.
Her lips part on a scream, and she’s as tight as a vice around his cock.
She lowers her gaze to watch their fingers circling and pressing, and her movements become faster, her whimpers more desperate. When she throws her head back, chokes out his name and lets go, it’s a sight he’s certain he’ll never forget.
Digging his hands into her love handles, he slams up into her and rides out her climax, which triggers his.
It takes him a moment to come back down to earth. Fucking hell, he can’t remember coming so hard in ages.
Shifting, he gathers Thalia’s now limp, sweaty body closer and pulls her to lie by his side, facing one another.
“That…that was amazing,” she sighs, wide eyes seeking his.
Tom smiles and brushes moist strands of hair out of her face.
“You were amazing,” he corrects her before kissing her sweetly.
He tries his best to shove the satisfied exhaustion away because there’s something he needs to say.
“Thalia, I want you to know that you’re not just some convenient lay for me. Not at all. You’re special.”
The light in her eyes urges him on. “I read this somewhere once, and I firmly believe in it: ‘In the hands of the right man, a woman is a hundred different women, limited only by imagination and his willingness to make her feel safe and lead her.’”
Pulling her even closer, he whispers, “I want to be that man for you. I’ll make you discover all those hundred women inside you and learn to love them.”
Click here for Chapter 4, Lecture Lust
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