Baumgartner Generations: Henry (18 page)

“Oh! Oh!
Oh!”

He swore he
could feel each of the soft cries of her orgasm deep in his belly, at the base
of his cock, as if her voice was calling to the cum left in his balls. She
whimpered and rolled and writhed on the desk, her pussy spasming around his
fingers as she came, her clit practically disappearing so he had to suck it
between his lips to hang onto her climax.

When she
stopped trembling, her knees now hooked over his shoulders, Henry took the time
to really examine her pussy, the inner lips a hot, glistening pink, her juices
thick and white, almost like a man’s cum, slipping slowly down the crack of her
ass. He wanted it. He wanted her.

“Come here,”
she urged, still panting, holding her arms out to him, and he went, letting her
pull him close, on top of her. She cradled his head against her breasts and he felt
her chest rising and falling, her breathing still fast. When she slipped her
hand between them, searching for his cock, he shifted his hips and let her have
it, surprising her with his hardness.

“Oh that’s
good,” she murmured, beginning to stroke him against her hip. “You’re so hard
again! I want you in me. Come on.”

He wasn’t
about to argue, feeling the hot give of her flesh as she rubbed him up and down
her slit. Henry propped himself above her, his feet still on the floor, her
legs dangling, letting her guide and aim him. Toni moaned when he shoved his
hips forward, not waiting anymore, pushing in deep.

“Feel how
wet I am for you?” she murmured, her hands running up the muscles of his
forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, exploring. “That’s how much I want you.”

There was no
doubt. She was like butter, soft and open, and he began to fuck her, thankful
that he’d come once already, because he wouldn’t have lasted two minutes
otherwise.

“You feel too
good.” He closed his eyes, his cock now poised at her entrance, her hands on
him, moving over the hard planes of his chest.

“Fuck me,”
she whispered, thumbing his nipples, making him squirm. “Come on, Henry. Give
me that cock.”

His legs and
calves were strong from years of playing hockey, and he had an incredible
amount of leverage at this angle, allowing him to do exactly as she asked. He
groaned and gave into her request, hips pumping, cock buried to the hilt. He
wasn’t fucking her so much as rutting, sounding the depths of her cunt, and
with every thrust, Toni’s bare heels dug into the tight, working muscles of his
ass.

“Henry,” she
whispered, wrapping herself around him, arms and legs now, her mouth right next
to his ear. “Oh that’s good. You’re gonna make me come all over your cock.”

That drove
him in deeper, if that was even possible, determined to feel her pussy around
his cock as she climaxed. Toni whimpered and sucked at his shoulder, leaving
dark purple marks there, her body tense, almost rigid, her softness turned to
stone as she rode him to completion.

“Ohhhhh!”
She muffled her orgasm against his shoulder, face buried, teeth sinking into
his flesh. He would have marks and bruises there later, but he didn’t even
notice as she began to come, her muscles taut, contracting, as if her whole
body was reaching a delicious zenith, focused in her fiery, spasming cunt and spreading
outward in ripples.

He couldn’t
hold back another minute and he didn’t have time to ask her, hadn’t even
thought once about protection, he’d wanted this so much. He groaned as he
pulled himself out of her still-clenching cunt, his cum flooding the dark,
curly mass of her pubic hair in white hot spurts. He stroked himself against
the hot bud of her clit, feeling her quivering still, her breath hot in his ear
as she moaned his name, begging him to come, come, come all over her.

“Oh, oh, oh,”
Toni panted, her face hot against his chest, hanging onto him. “That was so
good…and so, so bad.”

He tilted
her face up, kissing her deeply. He didn’t want to think about it, any of it.
He just wanted to be with her, experience every part of her, without any
thought at all. And they managed to do just that, twice more, before Toni
insisted she had an appointment across campus—and even then, he sat her in her
office chair and sucked on her clit until she came all over his tongue once
more, just so he could keep the taste of her in his mouth on the long, cold walk
back to his dorm.

*
* * *

“Hey Val.”
Henry flipped open his phone, crooking it as he shouldered his bag on the way
out from practice. “’Sup?”

“Can you
come over?”

Henry
walked, his feet crunching in the snow left on the sidewalk. “I’m at the rink.
Where are you?”

She
hesitated and then said, “At Marcus’s place.”

The frat
house. He had pretty much stopped going over there as much as he could. There
was stuff going on he didn’t like and he was regretting ever pledging in the
first place. “I guess I can catch the bus. Is everything okay?”

“I just want
to see you.”

Uh oh. He
knew what that meant. Val had a tendency to want to drown her sorrows in sex.
Not that he would have objected, at one time, but he’d turned her down again
and again since that night in his room, only because it felt too complicated to
say yes. “Did you have a fight?”

She sighed. “Something
like that.”

“Need a big
strong shoulder to cry on?” he offered.

“That’s what
I was hoping for.”

As long as that
was all she was hoping for, Henry thought. He decided it would be better to
meet somewhere public and beg the question altogether. “You know what, I have
to be at the library in an hour. Want to meet me there instead?”

“Sure,” she
agreed, but didn’t sound happy about it.

“Basement of
the UGLi,” he said, picking up his pace. It was a brisk walk, but a shorter one
than the frat house. “I’ll be at the tables on the right, after you get off the
elevator, okay?”

“Thanks,
Henry.”

Val was
already there when he showed up, sitting in the corner on one of the plastic
chairs, her knees drawn up to her chin. There was no one else down there and
they had some privacy, which was a good thing—and a bad thing, he supposed. It
was the same place he’d met Libby in the stacks, and whenever he came down
here, he always hoped he might run into her.

Of course, planning
to meet Toni here, now, after what had happened, was going to be different than
it had been before. No one could tell, just by observing them, he told himself,
but he wondered if that was true. They’d found every opportunity to see each
other, even on days they weren’t supposed to meet. Toni’s office was safe
enough, it seemed, if they could be quiet. They’d also found refuge in her car,
parked under a broken streetlamp. They both knew their actions were like a
ticking time bomb, but it just felt too good to stop.

“Hey.” Henry
sat, dropping his backpack. Val scrutinized him. The fluorescents were out back
here, and he hadn’t seen that she’d been crying. Her mascara ran down her pale
cheeks in black streaks. He noted she’d dyed her hair again too. It was black
and blue streaks this time. Maybe it more fit her mood.

He sat
beside her, held out his arms, and she was in them before he could even ask,
“Aw damn. What happened?”

“I found
this.” Val dug into her pocket, producing a folded piece of notebook paper.
Henry took it, still hugging her, and read it over her shoulder as she sobbed.

“Wait a
minute.” Henry got the gist—some girl had written Marcus a letter all about how
she couldn’t wait to see him again. There was a lot of stuff he skimmed over in
the middle, but it was signed,
“I love you, xoxoxo Jen.”
“You guys have
an arrangement remember?”

Val sniffed.
“The arrangement doesn’t involve
I love yous.”

“Oh.”
Chicks
.
She was fine with sleeping with other guys, and even with Marcus sleeping with
other girls, but three little words made her crazy? Of course, he tried to
imagine how he might justify his relationship—if you could call it that—with
Toni, to Libby, and couldn’t come up with anything that might placate her.

“Do you know
if he feels the same way?”

Val howled,
burying her wet face in his neck. “He’s never even told
me
‘I love you.’”

“Why in the
hell do you stay with this guy?” Henry asked incredulously, shaking his head. “Val,
you’re better than this.”

She sniffed.
“This from the guy who was perfectly willing to fuck me in front of his sixty
closest frat brothers?”

“I didn’t
know you then,” Henry countered.

“What good
does that do me?” She laughed at the irony in his statement. “You don’t even want
me anymore now that you ‘know’ me.”

“I do want
you.” Henry slapped her hip playfully, but still hard. She yelped. “As a
friend.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Look, I may
not be the guy for you…” Henry tilted her chin up so he could meet her
raccoon-rimmed eyes. “But I personally think you could do a hell of a lot
better than Marcus.”

Her lower
lip trembled. “He’s such a dick.”

“You said
it.” Henry looked pointedly into her eyes.

She pouted. “But
I love him.”

“I’m sorry.”
He pulled her head back down to his chest, feeling her relax.

“I am, too.”

Henry
stroked her black and blue hair. It was incredibly soft. “Do you want me to
beat him up for you?”

She laughed
at the thought. Marcus was more than twice Henry’s size—and Henry was no
lightweight.

He didn’t
take offense to her mirth. “How about chocolate? Would that make things
better?”

He felt her
sniff against his shirt. She was probably leaving streaks of mascara there. “Chocolate
always makes things better.”

“That’s it.
It’s you and me, then. We’ve got a date with Baskin Robbins and some Rocky
Road.” He kissed the top of her head. “Think brain freeze will make you come to
your senses?”

“Something
should.” Val wiggled in his lap quite intentionally and the soft squirming of
her bottom was getting just the reaction she was looking for. “You’re helping.”

“I can’t
help too much,” he warned her.

“She’s forgotten
all about you, you know,” Val blurted. He’d confessed his feelings for Libby to
her, and considering he was here to console her about her own love life, her
comment was rather mean, but he forgave her.

“Maybe.” Henry
shrugged. “But I haven’t forgotten about her.”

“Whoever you
end up with is one lucky girl.” She went to kiss him and he turned his head so
it landed squarely on the cheek.

“Henry.” The
sound of his name, spoken sharply, made him stand almost immediately, nearly
spilling Val out of his lap onto the floor. She caught herself, standing too,
glancing up.

“Professor
Franklin?” Val gazed first at her and then at Henry.

“She’s
tutoring me,” Henry said quickly, adding, “In English.”

Val nodded
and then moved in to kiss Henry’s cheek again. “Call me later?”

“Sure.” He
wiped the lipstick from his face, ignoring the look Toni gave him, but feeling
it anyway, in his gut. “I’m not kidding—Baskin Robbins. Tonight. They don’t
close until nine.”

“Kerwins is
better,” Val countered, heading toward the elevators. She waggled her fingers
at Toni as she passed. “Bye!”

Toni waited
for the elevator doors to close before she took a seat next to Henry. “So, who
was that?”

“Val.” Why
did he feel so damned guilty? “A friend.”

Toni opened
her satchel without saying anything else about it, but it was there, the whole
time. They’d decided to meet in the library for a reason—it wouldn’t afford
them any opportunity to do anything
but
work. But now Henry couldn’t
concentrate again, not because he was thinking about sex—although just the
smell of Toni’s perfume got him hard now—but because he was worried about what
Toni had seen.

“She’s
really just a friend,” Henry blurted the fifth time he’d blanked on the same
word. “I swear.”

Toni sat
back, her arms folded across her breasts. “Well, it’s not like we’re dating or
anything.”

He blinked
at her. “I guess.”

“Okay, I
admit it.” Her eyes softened, her hand squeezing his knee under the table. “I
was jealous.”

He
swallowed, meeting her dark eyes. “You don’t have anything to be jealous of. I
don’t want her.”

Which was
true. Of course, he didn’t mention Libby. He kept her like a secret.

“Do you want
me?” Toni’s hand slid upward, cupping his crotch. He was half-hard, had been
since Val was sitting in his lap, and with Toni next to him, his cock seemed to
simply respond, Pavlovian, as if she were his bell.

“Always.”
And that was true, too. Since they’d started, he could hardly think about
anything else. Henry glanced around, seeing no one, and stole a quick kiss. She
tasted good, her mouth warm and soft and opening under his, her hand massaging
his cock from half-there to all-the-way-there in a matter of moments.

“We
shouldn’t,” she murmured, looking over her shoulder, but her hand moved faster
anyway, rubbing him under the table.

“I know.”
Hadn’t they been saying that all along? But he couldn’t stop himself, and
apparently neither could she.

“Come on,”
she whispered, reaching for his hand. They left their stuff and he followed her
down the back aisle, the one closest to the wall, deep into the stacks. It was
quiet back there, the only sound the buzzing of the flickering fluorescents
overhead as Toni pushed him against the shelf and sank to her knees.

“Are you
sure?” he whispered, biting his lip as she unzipped him, yanking his jeans down
and pulling his cock free of his boxers.

“It will
help you concentrate…afterward.”

She had a
point. Henry put a hand on her head, seeing her sly smile before she took his
cock into her mouth—and then there was no more protest or even thought. Her
mouth was practiced and sure, her tongue teasing the sensitive head before
sucking him in deep. She went slow at first, her fingernails tickling his
thighs, his balls, making his toes curl in his sneakers.