A collaboration involving Professor Hiddleston and Professor Evans- The two are rivals at a posh New England university and have no idea they both have taken interest in the lovely Thalia Bareo. She’s a grad student with interests in language and history; a sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago. Story updates are posted on Wednesdays and Sundays.
Word count: 4233
Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, NSFW, bdsm, dominant personalities, sub, oral sex, condom use, intercourse
Summary: A wild creature wakes Tom in the middle of the night…
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Something has woken Tom up, but he isn’t quite sure what. Lying on his back with his head on his arms, he blinks into the dark with a slight frown. Was it a dream? A sound outside? Did he imagine a knock at his door in that groggy state of barely having been asleep for a few hours?
The second knock on the door is persistent and unmistakable. It wasn’t some random outside noise. Someone is at his front door. Springing from the bed, Tom bangs his hip on the dresser and curses quietly as he exits the room. He jogs down the stairs quietly. It’s well past midnight and he can only think of one person he’d want to be at his door at this ungodly time, but he doesn’t feel he could be that lucky. His heart races, wondering if there’s some kind of trouble, or just a case of ‘wrong house’ by a local drunk.
Peering through the peephole on the door, he is elated to see Thalia standing on the other side. Wearing a long coat, she has her hands shoved down in her pockets and her hair swept to the side in a loose knot. Quickly unlocking the door, it flies open and he motions her in. “Thalia, darling, what? What are you doing here so late? Is everything okay?” He caresses her arm tenderly, his eyes frantically scanning her face and hidden body for anything that might be amiss.
He looks down the street and doesn’t see her cute little junker car. “Where’s your car?”
She brushes past him, her manicured nails scraping across his chest in his tight black V-neck t-shirt, eyeing his plaid pants.
“Sleep in pajamas, do you, Thomas?”
Thomas. This is new. So is showing up at his house. She’s never been to his home before. He wasn’t even sure until now that she knew his address. His heart gives an excited flip in his chest.
Closing the door and flipping on the hallway lamp, he asks her again, “Are you okay?”
Dropping her bag by the side table, her eyes wander around the open layout of the entry way and adjoining living room, and her wild eyes lock on his. “I got an Uber ride. No one will know I’m here… I missed you. And I wanted to see how you live.” She smiles up at him, stepping closer. “Didn’t you miss me?”
Like a spring, his body responds to her words and he steps closer as well, closing the gap between them. Her hands grab at the hem of his shirt and she reaches up on the toes of her well-worn cowboy boots. “You leave me lonely at night. Dreams, memories… my hands and my toys aren’t always enough.” His pulse starts hammering at the images that conjures up, but before he can even process them, she adds, “Tonight, I wanted you.”
Her lips press against his, hot and slick. His mouth falls open and her tongue brushes against his before flicking against his teeth. In her low rasp that wraps around his gut every time, she murmurs, “I hope you don’t mind…”
She moves away and pulls open the sash of her coat, revealing her naked form. Holy shit, she’s clad only in her boots. His cock twitches to life instantly, reacting to all those luscious curves so decadently on display. It takes his scrambled brain a moment to catch up with the rest of his body, his hands already reaching for her.
“Thalia…” He drags his eyes up from her ample bosom to her eyes, taking in the mischievous twinkle in them. “Good Lord, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Hands shaking a little, he grabs the coat lapels and moves the chilled fabric completely off her body.
“You must be freezing,” he worries, only now remembering how bitingly cold it is outside. Hell, his bare feet on the floor feel like ice chunks, so how bad must it be for her?
She grins at him, stepping willingly into his embrace and nuzzling his throat where his pulse is galloping even faster now.
“I kept myself warm with thoughts about you and what you would do to me…what I want to do to you.”
Fuck. Tom wraps her in his big, strong arms and hauls her close. Her body is indeed a bit cold, and he rubs his hands soothingly over her bare back. As if on its own volition, one hand wanders lower to knead a butt cheek, and she sighs against his neck before scraping her teeth over his collar bone.
He’s rock hard already, and it doesn’t help that she’s rubbing herself against him. With her in those trusty, oddly sexy boots and with him barefoot, she’s the perfect height, and the warmth of her pussy, already damp, brushes against his cock.
With a hiss, Tom draws back, but she gives him no chance to say anything. All reprimands and questions die in his throat when she claims his mouth again.
Dimly it registers in his brain how take-charge she is tonight, as if some wanton nymph’s spirit has entered her body in her sleep and lured her here. It’s a huge turn-on, although he’s not quite sure what’s expected of him.
As if she can read his thoughts, Thalia pulls back a fraction. She slicks her tongue over his lower lip, then sinks her teeth into it and tugs softly, the way he usually does to her. One of her hands reaches up to rub over the beginning night scruff on his jaw, and a spark lights her eyes at the feel of it.
“I want that stubble all over me tonight,” she demands, her face flushed and her body now warm. “I want to feel it against my breasts and across my belly. I want to have delicious beard burn on my thighs.”
Jesus freaking Christ, who is this tantalizingly confident woman and what has she done with his good little girl?
Maybe a bit of his confusion–mostly overpowered by raging desire–has shown on his face, or maybe she’s surprised by her own behavior, but for a moment, Thalia hesitates and her eyes grow wide and vulnerable.
“Tom?” She gnaws on her lip and he soothes her, stroking up her arm over her shoulders and neck before tugging her hair free of its band.
“Can we…can I…I need…”
She falters, and somehow, he understands. He knows just what she feels and needs. This loneliness, this longing she’s mentioned, it’s inside his heart too, and he’d do anything to lessen it.
“You want me to hand over the reins to you, my beautiful hothouse orchid? Is that what my woman wants tonight, hm?”
He deliberately doesn’t call her ‘my girl’, and what’s said between the lines makes her eyes go dark again. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and her spine straightens as one of his hands on the small of her back pulls her close again.
“Then I’ll be yours for the night.” Tom gives her a slow, almost predatory smile that is at odds with his words, and he feels her shiver in delight.
Wondering how far she’ll take her little jab at being a domme, he steps back and lets her go.
“Where and how do you want me?”
Thalia seems to grow two inches taller with the control he’s placed in her hands.
“Where’s your room?”
He jerks his head up towards the left, feeling himself grow even harder at the prospect of what’s to come.
“Take me upstairs.”
He turns and leads the way, repressing the urge to take her hand because it would somehow ruin the moment.
Once they’re in the bedroom, his hand hesitates over the light switch. She makes the decision for him, hitting the switch and letting him drink her in.
God, she’s magnificent. He wants her beneath him, around him, wants to lose himself inside her very being. But he orders himself to hold back and let her play out her fantasy tonight. He’s always known she has a wilder side hidden away, and it’s thrilling to watch it flicker to life.
Thalia bridges the short distance between them. She grabs his t-shirt and pulls it up, leaving his chest bare for her to touch. Her fingers trace over his pecs, circling his nipples and making him bite back a moan. They wander lower, her fingertips skimming over his abs and Adonis belt, slipping beneath the elastic of his pajamas without touching him where he wants her most.
For a second, her gaze stops in its reverent study of his body to scan the room. It slides over the bare furniture, over all the books lying everywhere, his glasses on the nightstand; over the bed and to the chair in front of his book-laden desk.
Tom nearly stumbles when she pushes him backwards with her palms on his chest and another mischievous gleam in her eyes. Obediently, he walks back until the back of his knees knocks against the chair. He sits down in his usual way, his legs spread a mile wide. His eyes never leave hers while a smirk lifts his lips.
“Are you gonna try some rodeo ridin’, cowgirl?” he asks, attempting his best imitation of an American drawl.
A startled laugh escapes her before she pulls herself together and presses a hand against his mouth. “Shsh,” she silences him, and he feels his cock twitch at her assertiveness.
“Maybe later,” she says, stepping so close that there’s barely an inch between his face and her round belly. “If you’re really good to me.”
He’s so turned on by now he can’t even smirk anymore. He wants more, needs all of her, in any way she’s willing to let him have her.
“Kiss me, Thomas,” she demands huskily, one hand cupping the back of his head and pushing him close so his lips touch her stomach.
All too happily, Tom obliges. He takes his time, remembering her whisker burn comment and brushing his chin and jaw over the soft skin of her belly while he kisses every inch of skin he can reach. Her fingers spear into the short hair at his nape, tugging a little to move his head up, down, left and right. Tom shifts in the chair, longing for a taste of her breasts or of her pussy, so close and shiny with desire. He can smell her arousal, and it’s going straight to his head and his cock.
“May I touch you?” he asks, his voice a low growl that has her shivering again.
“Yes. But don’t stop kissing me.” Her voice is breathless, but she manages to hold onto the slightly commanding tone she’s never used with him before.
Hungry for more, Tom scoots to the edge of the chair and places one hand at her waist while the other moves up to mold her large breast. Thalia gasps and he moves his attention to her pebbled nipple while he opens his mouth to make the kisses all over her stomach wetter. Using his teeth and his tongue along with his lips, he torments her by moving lower but never crossing the invisible border to pay attention to her quivering center.
His hand on her waist moves lower and back so he can fondle her butt. His fingers dive into the crease between her cheeks, stroking ever so softly while he dips his tongue into her belly button. With a whimper, her grip on his hair tightens to the point of pain, but it only heightens his arousal.
When a long finger dips to circle her most private place, she yanks his head lower. Tom takes the hint eagerly and strokes his tongue over her glistening lips to lap at her, dive into her like a starving man.
“Slowly. Go slooooow,” she demands, her words drawn-out moans with not as much determination behind them as a true domme would show it.
Tom changes his attention on her pussy to long, languid drags of his tongue over all of her, spreading her juices around but never quite touching her engorged clit. He rubs his jaw against her inner thigh, giving her the prickly friction she’s asked for and making her moan some more.
He loses all track of time. God, he could sit here all night, eating her out, listening to all those different sounds she makes when he adds tentative sucks on her outer and inner lips to his slow, thorough licks.
“More. Make me come.”
Her command strikes him like lightning, and he can feel himself leak precum, his painfully erect cock begging for attention.
His other hand joins the one on her ass so he can hold her close and open, and he finally goes for her clit. He sucks the throbbing bundle of nerves into his mouth and tortures it with his tongue and then gently with his teeth until she comes, half sobbing, half screaming his name.
Her thighs are trembling, and she has both hands fisted in his hair, making his scalp tingle. It’s a miracle she’s still standing upright.
Tom’s ability to think rationally is going out the window. He has half a mind to turn the tables, haul her caveman-style over his shoulder and have his way with her in the bed–but he uses his last ounce of self-control to indulge her.
Returning to slow, caressing licks, he eases her down from her climax and waits for her to step back or give him another order.
Her voice is even rougher when she moves her hands from his head to his shoulders and pushes him gently to say, “Now sit back and enjoy.”
As soon as his back hits the wood, Thalia sinks to her knees between his spread legs, and his cock twitches in anticipation. She pulls at his waistband and he lifts his hips so she can slide the pajama bottoms over his butt and down his legs before removing them. He watches with burning desire, a healthy dose of admiration and a tiny hint of amusement as she places his hands on the armrests and curls his fingers around them.
“Keep your hands there. Don’t move.”
“Yes, mistress,” he replies, two words he hasn’t spoken in years, since that one time he tried being a sub.
Thalia freezes, her eyes shooting up from his needy cock to his face, her pupils blown as wide as his must be. The oddest expression crosses her face, something like a secretive, purely feminine smile that has a decidedly wild edge to it and stokes the fire inside him.
Mesmerized, Tom stares at the transformation, but the expression is gone a moment later. Her long lashes sweep down, hiding her intense gaze from him.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she orders, but there’s a tremble in her voice. “I want you to watch me.”
Licking his lips and sucking in a fortifying breath, Tom braces himself. But he still isn’t prepared for her hot, wet mouth engulfing him and sinking down as far as she can go.
“Fuck, Thalia,” he curses, feeling for a panicky moment like a teenager who’s about to blow his load before things have even started. He hasn’t expected her to go straight for the gold, and he’s clenching his jaw so tightly it hurts.
She hums around him, which only makes matters worse. Only when her hands settle on his thighs and push down does he realize that he’s arched up to shove himself even deeper into her oh so welcoming mouth.
Using all his willpower, he lets her hold him down and keeps a white-knuckled grip on the armrest. Thalia starts bobbing up and down on his shaft once he’s settled down. She alternates between taking him deep and sucking only his tip, reducing him to a panting, groaning mess.
Enraptured, he watches her drive him to the brink while one of her hands leaves his thigh to slink between her legs and touch herself. Fucking hell, he’s pretty sure he’s never seen anything hotter than her sucking him off while pleasuring herself, a whimper off and on traveling straight through his cock to tighten his balls.
Just when he wants to break the silence and tell her he’s too damn close, she stops and lets him slide out with a wet pop. She stands up on wobbly legs, and before he can stop himself, he drags her close. He grabs the hand she’s had between her own legs and sucks her glistening fingers into her mouth, watching her eyes roll back.
With his other hand he fumbles behind him, reaching into the desk drawer for a condom. Taking it from him, she rolls it over him slowly as her hands tenderly caress his aching sac.
When she straddles him instead of punishing him for taking the initiative, he needs to pull in desperate drags of air so he won’t lose it.
“Ride me, cowgirl,” he growls, and for the moment, Thalia seems to have forgotten she’s the one in charge. Automatically, she scoots into position. Tom lines himself up with one hand, wrapping his other hand around the back of her neck to pull her in for a scorching kiss. He slides his tongue into her mouth at the same time he pushes up into her heat. She’s so slick he glides in easily until he bumps against her cervix, and both of them moan in unison.
Tom holds himself still, and he’s astonished he manages to do so.
Thalia’s eyes flutter open, and for a moment, they stay like this, connected and lost in each other. Then she begins to move, and his last bit of resolve flies out the window. Her hips rise and fall, circle and writhe. She grinds herself down on him with keening whimpers which tear through his self-control and make him want to pound into her like an animal.
He buries his face against her chest, kissing and panting and cursing, praying for her to climax soon because he can’t hold on long. When she clenches repeatedly around him and then goes utterly still on a choked sound, Tom grits his teeth and rides out her orgasm through sheer force of will.
He grabs her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.
“Get up, turn around and straddle me again,” he urges her, hardly recognizing his own voice and caring not one bit whether she wants her control back or not.
Thalia moves as if in a trance, doing exactly as he says. It takes her a moment to find the right position with her back pressed to his chest, but then she’s back on his lap and takes him in until her gorgeous ass rests against his balls. A squeak and then a drawn-out moan let him know that she’s never experienced it like this before, with him hitting angles inside her that are enough to drive her up, up, up again.
This time when she comes, he follows right behind, with a shout that echoes in the nightly stillness.
He disentangles them after some moments and rises with her in his arms. Quickly, he strides to the bed, once again carrying her as if she weighs next to nothing. She rests her head against his shoulder until he sets her down on sheets, sweaty and sated with an almost serene look on her beautifully flushed face. Before he joins her on the bed, he kisses her calves and takes her boots off.
“Goddammit, darling, that was mind blowing. I feel as if some sort of succubus decided to haunt me tonight.” He scoots up and pulls her close.
She chuckles sleepily against his chest while he brushes his hands through her unruly tresses and spreads out her hair over his arm and the pillow.
“Yeah… I have half a mind to buy you a pair of cowboy boots and a trenchcoat so you can return the favor one day.”
It’s his turn to chuckle. She snuggles into his hold, and Tom kisses her temple and forces himself not to think about if and when she will get up and leave.
The next morning, she is still in his bed when he returns from his run. The air felt like springtime, or maybe that was just the light residual feeling Thalia’s shocking visit left inside him. Laying on the couch in the study, he relishes in the small sounds she makes in his house as she gets ready to start her day. He can’t concentrate on the words of the paper he holds in front of him, nor hide his grin at her bounding down the stairs.
“Tom?” she calls, sounding again like his little girl. “Where are you?”
“Down the hall, in the den,” he offers by way of direction.
He watches her enter the room and he swears the sunlight coming in the windows shines brighter at her presence. She smiles warmly to him, wearing her own tight fitting jeans and the t-shirt he was wearing the night before. Stretched tightly over her voluptuous chest, he can’t help but tease. “A prize from your conquest?” he taunts.
“Damn right. I earned it.” Her fingers drag over the spines of the books on the shelves, turning to him with a wicked smile. “Don’t you agree, Thomas?”
He chuckles loudly, crooking his elbow and resting his head on his arm. “I don’t know what devil got into you last night, darling, but feel free to take advantage of me any time you wish.” Laughter fills his voice and he can’t remember being so contented in a long while.
He’s had partners in recent years, but Thalia is the closest he’s ever come to a relationship in a while. Her presence in his solitary space instantly changes things, and he knows this is the reason he’s kept her at arm’s length. He doesn’t know if his heart can take the pain again. As she flips through a volume she’s pulled off the shelf, he’s reminded of a childhood tale and realizes she’s the beauty to tame the beast. Maybe it’s time to show her he’s ready to commit. Looking around the dark room, it could use some feminine touches.
Tom is broken from his reverie when she plops in the chair closest to his head. She runs her fingers through his wet hair and kisses his forehead gently. “I’m going to New York tomorrow for that interview” she sighs. “I don’t know if I want the job though, it just seems soul-sucking,” she complains.
“Welcome to the real world,” he laughs, reaching out to tangle his fingers in her hair. He wants to tell her not to go, but New York is closer than the phone interviews she’s had recently with museums in Paris, Rome and Sydney. ”The day after the interview? You’ll be back in time for your spa appointment?”
“I hate the idea of spending my morning in a spa. That’s just not me, you know what I mean?”
He loves her no-nonsense style and casual look for the office. She always looks more professional than the other student assistants and her name has popped up more than once for different campus openings in the fall. Cocking his head, he asks, “What about your work for the history department? Will you have time for that as well when you return?”
He hears the book drop to the floor, but can’t see her from her position behind him. She sighs deeply and her voice is far away when she shares, “That’s over. It, uh, ended last week. My… help… isn’t needed anymore, I guess.”
Twisting a bit on the couch, he can’t read the faraway look in her eyes as she stares out the window. She smiles at a bird bouncing along the window ledge, and pulls her attention back to him. Stroking his damp curls, she suggests, “Can’t we just skip the Gala, dress up anyway but fuck here on this couch instead?” She wiggles her eyebrows lasciviously at him.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through both of them. “I love the way you think, darling.” His arm, crooked around the back of her neck, pulls her closer as she leans in for a kiss and she gently plays with the collar of his shirt.
Pulling back with his lip between her teeth, she tenderly bites down. “My ride will be here soon; I’ll see at the drama department meeting at three this afternoon.” He nods with a smile while she tugs his tie. “Wear our tie instead,” she says with a hint of command in her voice.
“Anything for you, dear. And if I wear my glasses too, will that have you in a wet mess all evening?”
With another quick peck on the lips, she rises with a laugh, pulling a jacket from her bag to complete the look. “You know me too well,” she teases. Tom starts to shift, but she stops him. “You don’t have class till this afternoon; stay. I can show myself out.”
Tom watches her sashay away, the swing of her hips in her boots just right to make a grown man want to cry, and he knows the room gets darker when she leaves.
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