I Knocked on His Door on Campus and I Wasn’t Leaving Alone

Iván’s room in the residence smelled of used books, machine coffee, and that tension that builds when two people spend weeks brushing past each other in hallways without daring to cross the line. It was Friday night. The corridor lights were already off, and from his room only the bluish glow of the laptop screen spilled out. I know because I stood for a moment in front of his door, listening to my own breathing, before I raised my hand.

I knocked three times, softly. I didn’t wait for him to answer.

I’m Mara, and that night I’d decided to stop pretending. We’d been like that for almost a month: him and me running into each other in the library, in the dining hall line, in the same study group nobody had asked for. A hand brushing the other as a book passed between us. A look that lasted a second too long. I went back to my room every night and lay staring at the ceiling, my hand between my legs thinking about him, replaying in my head everything I hadn’t dared to do. Until I got tired of replaying it.

I was wearing a loose sweatshirt that barely covered my thighs, leggings, and my hair loose, falling in waves over my shoulders. My cheeks were burning and my cunt had been soaking for hours, so much that I’d felt the dampness seep into my leggings all the way from my residence to his. I went in, closed the door with my heel, and turned the lock.

Iván turned in his chair. He looked at me like someone who can’t quite believe what’s in front of him.

—Mara… —he started.

I didn’t let him continue. I pulled the sweatshirt over my head in one motion. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I saw his sentence break off halfway, saw his eyes slowly travel down my tits, stop at my hard nipples, and come back up.

—I’ve been thinking about this all week —I said, and my voice came out rougher than I expected—. I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fuck.

I yanked down my leggings, panties and all, and tossed them beside a stack of notes. I stood there completely naked in the middle of his room, the monitor’s cold light outlining my silhouette, my thighs shining with how wet I was. He was still seated, gripping the armrests like he couldn’t breathe, and already a thick bulge was straining in his pants, not even trying to hide itself.

Don’t let him regret it now, I thought. Don’t let him say anything sensible.

He didn’t. He stood up slowly and pulled off his T-shirt. He had the lean, trained body of someone who spent his dead afternoons in the campus gym instead of studying. When he unfastened his jeans and dragged them down with his boxers, his cock sprang free, hard, heavy, the tip already glossy with precome. My mouth watered. It was thick, with prominent veins, and curved slightly upward. I stepped closer, wrapped my hand around it, and felt it throb against my palm, hot and firm. I squeezed the base, slid my fist up to the glans, and spread the clear drop across the head with my thumb. He let out his breath between his teeth.

—Are you sure? —he managed to ask.

—More sure than anything in my life —I answered, not letting go of his cock—. And you’re going to be inside me in a minute, so shut up.

***

I pushed him back into the chair. He sank into it with his legs open, his cock pointing rigidly at me from his lap, looking up at me with a mix of hunger and astonishment that only turned me on more. I knelt between his knees, not out of submission but because I simply wanted to take my time with that cock I’d been imagining for weeks. I held it by the base and ran my tongue out. I traced it slowly from the balls, up the thick vein underneath, until I circled the glans with the tip of my tongue. He let out a deep groan he tried to swallow.

—Fuck, Mara, like that…

I smiled without letting go and took him all the way into my mouth. I went down as far as I could, feeling him fill my throat until tears sprang to my eyes, then came back up slowly, leaving my mouth hollow and my tongue working underneath. Down and up, down and up, setting the pace myself, sucking him with hunger. I licked his balls one by one, took them into my mouth without stopping my hand working his cock, and then came back up to the tip to suck only the glans with my lips tight around it. A strand of saliva ran from my chin to my tits. When I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, trying to set the rhythm, I pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop and sat up.

—Stay still —I told him, smiling, my lips shining—. I’m in charge. And you’ll cum when I say.

I climbed onto him, one knee on each side of his hips. The chair creaked. With one hand I held onto his shoulder and with the other I grabbed his cock, lined it up against my dripping cunt, and rubbed the glans up and down over my swollen lips, wetting it well, grinding the tip against my clit until both of us let out a gasp. Then I positioned it at my entrance and lowered myself centimeter by centimeter, feeling myself open, feeling my body give way to something I’d been imagining for weeks in my bed with my fingers inside me. I closed my eyes. I bit my lip. I sank all the way down until I felt his balls against my ass, and I stayed still, breathing against his forehead, letting us both get used to how full I was.

—Fuck, Mara —he murmured against my neck—, you’re so tight.

I started moving. First slowly, a short rocking motion that made my legs tremble and almost pulled his cock all the way out before I impaled myself again. Then faster, finding my own rhythm, marking every rise and fall myself, my tits bouncing in front of his face. He grabbed my hips, not to guide me but to hold himself steady, and lowered his mouth to a nipple. He sucked it, bit it, and I screamed. The slap of skin on skin, the wet sloshing of my cunt swallowing his cock again and again, filled the small room, and I didn’t care if someone was passing in the hallway and heard us.

—More —I begged—. Fuck me harder.

He gripped me hard, drove his fingers into my hip, and thrust upward at the same time I came down. The impact tore a short cry out of me. He did it again. And again. Each slam hit me exactly where I needed it, that deep spot that fogged my brain. I rode him without control, my thighs burning and my breath breaking, feeling his cock drive to the depths of me over and over.

The first orgasm hit me quickly, like a whip crack I wasn’t expecting yet. I clenched all around his shaft, dug my nails into his shoulders, and kept moving despite the shaking, stretching it out until my legs could no longer hold me and I felt my cunt squeeze him in spasms that tore a muffled groan out of him.

I didn’t stop there. I changed the angle, leaned back a little, resting on his knees so the friction hit directly where I felt it most, with my clit pressed against his pubic bone on every descent. The second one caught me deeper, longer. I arched, let my head fall back, and came again, soaking him completely, feeling my juices run down over his balls and stain his thighs and the chair, shamelessly.

—You’re shaking —he said, voice rough, his cock still buried in me to the hilt—. And you’re making a mess of my chair.

—You can handle it —I panted—. I’m not done with you yet.

***

He lifted me in his arms without sliding out of me, with a strength I hadn’t expected from him, and carried me two steps to the edge of the bed. He sat me down, pushed me gently until I lay back, and spread my legs, resting them over his shoulders, leaving my cunt open and exposed in front of his face. He stayed there for a moment looking at me, on his knees on the mattress, his cock shining with my juices and pointing at me, and that pause was almost as good as what came next.

He lowered his mouth before he put it back in me. He licked me from bottom to top, in one long, greedy stroke, and then drove his tongue into my entrance while pinching my clit between two fingers. I screamed so loudly I had to cover my mouth with the back of my hand. He sucked me, nibbled me, pushed as much tongue inside me as he could until I started shaking again, and only then did he sit up, wipe his shiny chin with the back of his hand, and get back into position.

He entered me again in one hard thrust, all the way to the hilt, and this time he set the pace. Long thrusts, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out until only the tip stayed inside before he drove back in with a stroke that sent me sliding up the mattress. He leaned over me, folding me almost in two with my legs against my chest, and kissed me. It was a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, tasting of my own cunt, while he kept moving without pause. I moaned into his mouth.

—You like it? —he asked against my lips, never stopping his thrusts—. You like the way I fuck you?

—Yes… —I could barely speak—. Don’t stop. Put it all the way in.

—Has anyone fucked you like this? —he growled by my ear, speeding up, the wet sound of our bodies colliding getting louder and louder—. Has anyone filled your cunt like me?

—Nobody —I said, and it was true—. I want your cock every time I feel like it. Every time.

He drove into me hard, hungry, and each slam made my tits bounce and tore a fresh moan from me. He put his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it while he watched me, then he lowered it and started rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. It was too much.

The third orgasm shot through me like an electric current. I locked my legs around his waist, raked his back with my nails until I’m sure I made him bleed, and stopped controlling the sounds coming from my throat. My whole body trembled while he kept fucking me, prolonging the convulsion until I thought there was nothing left.

But there was.

He pulled out suddenly, his cock pulsing and ready, rose up on his knees, and took hold of himself with his hand, panting, breathless. I sat up a little, looked him in the eyes, and understood what neither of us needed to say. I crawled toward him across the mattress. I moved his hand aside and took his cock myself, soaked with me. I brought my mouth to it. I took him in slowly, tasting the mix of the two of us, feeling him tense under my tongue. I worked his face down to the base, tightened my throat around him, and came back up slowly, sucking hard. His hips jerked, he let out a muffled sound, and gave in. The first wave of semen hit my palate hot and thick, and I didn’t pull away. I swallowed. I felt the second spurt, and the third, and I milked him slowly, never taking my eyes off him, my lips tight around his cock, milking him until the last drop. When he ran out of strength and collapsed beside me on the mattress, I opened my mouth and showed him I’d swallowed every last bit.

***

We stayed like that a long while, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin and the laptop screen lighting the ceiling blue. He reached for my hand. I let him take it. Then he turned and kissed me again, now slowly, without urgency, tasting himself in my mouth and smiling faintly.

—I thought you’d never make up your mind —he said.

—And I thought you never would —I answered—. Good thing someone had to be brave.

We spent a while touching each other without hurry, talking nonsense, laughing about the weeks we’d wasted pretending nothing was happening every time we ran into each other in the library. But the body wasn’t finished, and we both knew it. His hand traveled over my stomach, went lower, spread my lips and played with my swollen clit, and I felt his cock harden again against my hip. When his hand started trailing purposefully over my lower back, I turned onto my stomach and got up on my knees, ass in the air and face against the pillow.

I felt his tongue first, gliding up over my cunt and perineum, tasting everything. Then the tip of his cock rubbing between my soaked lips. He entered me from behind again, this time calmly, enjoying how sensitive I still was after so many times. His hands ran over my back, my sides, my hips. He grabbed my hair, not hard, and pulled back just enough to arch me. Every thrust was deep and measured, as if he wanted to memorize every centimeter of my cunt. I pushed back, seeking his rhythm, feeling his balls hit my clit with every stroke, and the wet sound of the two of us crashing together seemed obscene and perfect at the same time.

—I love how you open up for me —he whispered—. How you swallow my cock whole.

He slapped my ass, and then again, and the sting made me clench around his shaft. I came again, almost without expecting it, just from the feeling of being so full and so exposed, face against the pillow, biting it so I wouldn’t wake half the residence. I lost count of how many times. I didn’t care.

We changed position one last time. I lay on my back, pulled him toward me, and hooked my legs around his waist. He sank in all the way in one thrust and stayed pressed to my mouth while he moved, mixing our moans, our tongues tangled and his hands squeezing my tits. I felt him grow inside me, felt him speed up, felt him get harder and harder, and I knew he was close again.

—I’m going to… —he began.

—Stay —I told him, tightening my legs around his waist so he couldn’t escape—. Stay inside. Cum inside me.

With three deep, desperate thrusts he let go, and I came at the same time, feeling his cock shudder inside me and fill me with hot spurts that drove me into a slow, thick climax, my cunt milking him in spasms I couldn’t control. I trembled under his weight, with him still buried to the hilt, feeling his semen mix with my juices and start to trickle down my thighs when he finally withdrew slowly. We stayed wrapped around each other, his forehead against mine, while our hearts gradually settled.

—This isn’t going to be the last time —he murmured against my lips.

I smiled and squeezed him one last time with my whole body, feeling his seed still leaking between my legs.

—Any time I feel like it —I answered—, you’re going to be here. With that cock ready for me.

And by the look on his face, I knew he would be.