The Ivy League (10 page)

He kiss
ed her with an open mouth down her collarbone, and his eyes fell upon the ring that was still on her finger.  He grabbed her hand, sliding it off her finger and throwing it across the room in a single motion.  It clanked loudly as it tumbled across the tiled floor.  Sara looked up at him with a frown.

“I’ll buy you a bigger one,” he said, before
his lips wrapped around hers.  The tremors of pleasure that coursed through her pushed out any remaining protests she could have mustered.

His kisses moved
lower, reaching her bellybutton, and he kissed a circle around it.  Sara giggled uncontrollably, flopping awkwardly on the bed, trying to dispel the ticklishness that had overcome her.  He bit his bottom lip as he pulled back from her, a small smirk on his face.  He was too lost in the moment to realize how wrong this was.  She was, after all, still his student.  Even if the thought had crossed his desire-clouded mind, he wouldn’t have cared much in that moment.  Sara was perfect, in every way.  She was what he had waited his entire life for, what he thought he would never have the time to find. 

Banks tucked his fingers in the band of her skinny blue jeans and tugged t
hem down her hips.  Sara lifted her butt, nibbling nervously on her fingernail as he removed her jeans.  He was utterly shocked to find her wearing no underwear, and he took a moment to recover.  A smile pulled on his lips that made Sara want to melt into the sheets beneath her. She certainly hadn’t gone commando on purpose, she just sometimes felt more comfortable.  Seeing the heated glare in his eyes, and the growing bulge in his pants, she was glad she did today. 

“You constantly surprise me, Sara,” he said,
his voice husky as his body collapsed back over her and his lips once more found hers.  It was wrong, but it felt oh so right to hold her in his arms. 

Banks
unzipped his pants, pushing them down his hips.  He ran his hand up the length of her inner thigh, titillating her with every inch he climbed.  He found her sensitive bud with his thumb.  She gasped, her head lolling back, pushing into the pillow beneath her as he moved in a circular motion. 

His
attention focused once more on a pert nipple.  Her fingers tangled in his gel-tousled hair, pulling him to her as his mouth explored her body.  It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt.  Goosebumps popped up all over her skin as his teeth caught her flesh and tugged.  Her body ached with need, and his slow, methodic attentions were driving her insane. 

“More,” she breathed
, her voice ragged and strained.  She didn’t know how to ask him for what she needed.  She didn’t even know what exactly she needed.  She just knew that his touch burned the very skin from her bones, and she wanted more of it. 

He planned to
give her so much more before the night was over, but he wanted to take his time, and relish every moan and tremble like he wished he had done for their first time together.  His fingers rubbed at her entrance, testing her.  She was more than ready, and he slipped a finger inside of her.  She both moaned and gasped at the intrusion, picking herself up on her elbows to see the cause of the unfamiliar sensation. 

“Relax,” he said, his voice low and soft as his free hand tangled in her hair and guided her back down onto the bed.
She tried to heed his command, but the feeling of him continuing to enter her made her wriggle beneath his touch.  The pad of his finger found the top of her walls, and he rubbed little circles around her g-spot.

Sara’s
legs twitched uncontrollably.  Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm as the pressure in her abdomen began to build.  Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, like she was about to fall off a cliff, he pulled away, denying her the release that she so desperately needed.  She whimpered as she looked into his eyes for an answer to the sudden deprivation.

“Not yet,” he said
, wagging a finger at her.  A protesting grunt left her lips that made him chuckle.  He would bring her to the edge and back many times before the end of the evening, if only to see her squirm in delight.  “I wouldn’t want to end the fun too early.”

“
I..but…” Sara tried to make an argument, but her fuzzy mind lacked the capacity to form a coherent thought.  She was still trying to recover from the onslaught of sensations.  He stopped any further protests with his lips.  His hand grabbed hers and pulled it to his hardened groin. 

She
followed his silent direction, grabbing and stroking him.  Her eyes watched him for a sign that she was doing it correctly.  The soft groan that left his lips told her she was.  His flesh was hot, both hard and soft at the same time, and Sara marveled at the way it felt it her hand.  Never in all her life had she felt so empowered as she did in that moment.  Banks’ eyes were closed, his head tilted back in pleasure as she continued to touch him. 

Sara remembered
the tangy taste of his hot flesh in her mouth, the way it tensed and twitched as she moved her tongue against it.  She wanted to feel, to taste, that again. Her arousal climbed at the thought.  She propped herself up, scooting down slightly on the bed, her eyes locked on him.  Banks stopped her short, his hand grabbing onto her shoulder.

“This night is for you,”
he said, pushing her back down onto the bed.  His tongue darted out, swirling around her earlobe as his warm breath ghosted over her neck.  His lips wrapped around the fleshy part of her ear and sucked it gently between his teeth.  His kissed dropped lower, to her neck, and then her collarbone.  She released a trembling breath. 

He continued to go
lower, stopping only momentarily at her breasts, giving an open mouthed kiss to each mound.  He propped himself up on his knees, grabbing a slender thigh and positioning himself between her.  He left a trail of kisses down her inner thigh, stopping when he came to her glistening entrance.

Sara bit her bottom lip
in anticipation of what she knew was coming.  When his tongue darted out and made contact she almost leapt off the bed, the sensation rocking her to the core.  Her hips bucked and wiggled, trying to avoid the rush of hot sensations. 

Banks
held her hips firmly to the bed as he enjoyed the taste of her.  His tongue lapped eagerly at her opening, and the bundle of nerves just above it, before he began to prod her once more with his finger.  He first slid a single digit inside of her, pumping it in and out a couple of times before adding a second.  She was so tight, and he wanted to prepare her his large size. 

He
felt her walls begin to tighten around his fingers.  Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, and her hands clenched the sheets beneath her.  Her breathing was ragged gasps mixed with throaty moans.  She was close, again.

Sara nearly screamed when he stopp
ed, denying her once again the release she needed.  She couldn’t take the flip-flop of sensations and deprivation.  Her body ached, and only he could relieve it. 

“I would hate to end
things too soon,” he said with a smirk as his hand wrapped around himself and stroked.  He lazily climbed back on top of Sara.  “I’m going to make you scream, but I’ll be inside you when you do.”

He kissed her, and
Sara could taste the tangy, musky flavor that was still on his lips.  She found it oddly arousing. Maybe because she found everything about him sexy as hell.  She stuck her tongue out to fight with his, feeling suddenly emboldened.

“Ms. Weiss,” he said
mockingly, as he broke away from her, “I believe you are getting bolder.”

“I am,” she said, smiling back at him.  She pulled his face back down to hers, this time being the one to capture his lips. 
She bit his bottom lip softly before pulling away from him.  “And if you deny me again, I’ll take it from you.”

Banks couldn’t help the deep
laugh that shook through him.  She never ceased to surprise him.  He looked into her dark blue eyes, and he knew in that moment that he would never feel for anyone like he did for her.  She wasn’t just the perfect, chaste woman that he thought he had wanted.  She was vibrant, full of life, and playful seduction that stirred his desire. 

“I only wanted to make sure you’re ready,” he said,
still smiling, as he rubbed himself against her entrance.  Her hips mirrored his movements, undulating up and down.  She was most definitely ready, but still he was afraid to hurt her. 

“It’s ok,” she said, grabbing his face with her hands and looking him in the eyes
.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, pushing forward only slightl
y.  A hiss escaped her lips as his tip entered her.  Banks stopped, afraid that it was too painful.

“It’s ok,” Sara said again, encouraging him. 
It didn’t take much, he was already holding back as much as he could.  He entered her fully, the size of his hardened flesh filling her, stretching her walls to a stinging, painful extent.  The feeling of him entering her was a delicious, painful pleasure that she wanted more of. 

He took his time, making slow, gentle thrusts
allowing Sara enough time to get accustomed to the feel of him.  It was only her second time, and he knew the sensation would still be uncomfortable to her.  Sara’s fingers dug into the skin of his bare, muscled back.  Her legs wrapped around him as she tried to hold on.

Banks let out a strained grunt.  She was wrapped so tightly around him, he was finding it hard to hold on.  He was already on the brink, and he could see Sara was still struggling with the new feeling of him inside of her.  He had to fight with himself to not rush, and pound into her with wild abandon.  He wanted so badly to hear her moaning in pleasure beneath him, but that wouldn’t happen if his release came too soon. 

Sara rolled her hips, testing different positions and the sensations that came with them.  As she bucked her hips upward, his thrust hit an extra sensitive spot and Sara’s eyes grew wide.  She sucked in a ragged breath as he hit the spot again.  The feeling that rushed through her was incredible, setting her veins on fire. 

Sara’s heavy breathing
echoed in his ear as he hunched over her, trying to hold on.  He could feel her walls clenching around him, convulsing in pleasure.  Her breaths turned to moans and he knew she was close.  This time he wouldn’t deny her.

He increased his thrusts.  H
is movements became jerky and forced.  He lifted himself up onto his knees, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto him.  Her eyes were clamped shut and her head was turned to the side, the pillow muffling her moans as her pleasure finally washed over her.  With a last, wild thrust Banks released inside of her.  He collapsed over her, his thick chest heaving with exhaustion.

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Sara rested her head against Banks’ chest as he slept quietly beside her, his heartbeat echoing in her ear.  Now that the haze of desire had passed, and her lust had been satiated, her thoughts were in turmoil.  This was something that never should have happened.  He was her teacher.  She had to pass his class.  And she knew that marrying Dan would be the best thing for her.  She slid out of the bed and tip toed across the small, dark room, picking up the blue diamond engagement ring and slipping it back on her finger.  She took one last look at Banks as he slept so peacefully in the bed, before pushing all thought of him from her mind and letting herself out of his office. 

Krista felt pure desire surging through her as she stared up at Dan through tear-blurred eyes.  His fingers tangled in her sweaty mass of hair, pulling her roughly back and forth as he fucked her face.  Her jaw ached, and with every forceful thrust she choked on his cock.  Finally, he pulled away from her, releasing his grip on her hair and letting her exhausted body fall to the floor in a crumpled mass of degradation. 

Dan crossed the
darkened room to a wall that held various implements of sexual torture. Krista had easily, and in a very short time, become his most favorite girl.  It was a shame she wasn’t more like Sara in a public light, or he would probably be marrying her instead.  She was unquestioningly obedient, and he could even see the pleasure in her eyes as he tortured her. 

“You know,” he said, as he pi
cked up a pair of nipple clamps, “there are over a thousand nerve endings in the nipples.”

Krista knew better than to
speak.  She was expected to keep her mouth shut, unless explicitly told to do otherwise.  She would do anything to please him, anything he required of her to experience the amazing mix of pain and pleasure that he gave her. 

He walked back over to her, staring down at her as he flexed the clip with a smile on his face. 
He placed the pad of his foot on her shoulder and kicked her back to the floor.  A grunt left her lips, but she made no other protest as he straddled her abdomen, his cock flopping down between her breasts.  He pulled the perfectly round mounds of flesh together between his hands, and he could see Krista anxiously awaiting the pain of the clamps.  He would give it to her, but not quite yet.  He shoved his dick between the crevice of her breasts, slow and gently, enjoying the confusion that flashed on her face.

“Are you not enjoying this, my little pet?” he said, his voice mocking her.  He knew what she wanted
, and this wasn’t it.  “Answer me.”