When She Fell Asleep, My Professor and I Kept Going

The three of us stayed sprawled out on the living-room rug, too exhausted to move, our breathing still ragged. My head was resting on Carla’s chest, and I could feel her heart gradually calming beneath my ear. Nico was between us, one arm beneath her neck and the other draped across my hip, still inside her, his cock losing thickness centimeter by centimeter.

When he finally pulled out, she let out a long sigh, and semen began running down her thighs, slippery and thick, soaking her lap and the edge of the rug. Nico chuckled under his breath and stroked her skin with his fingertips, following the wet trail down to her knee.

“I’ve never done this before,” I murmured against his shoulder. “The three of us, I mean. And like this.”

“And what a way we did it,” Nico replied in that hoarse voice that had been undoing me for half the night. “None of the three of us held anything back.”

I felt the cold floor against my back and slowly sat up, my muscles trembling. I was sticky with sweat, saliva, and everything we had spilled over one another. Carla laughed without opening her eyes.

“We should shower,” Nico said, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. “All three of us. My bathroom’s huge.”

“We don’t have any spare clothes,” I protested, just to say something.

“I’ll lend you some. And afterward we’ll go to bed... if we’re going to sleep at all.” He looked directly at me as he said it, wearing half a smile, while he kissed the back of Carla’s neck and sucked at her skin until he left a pink mark.

“Do you want us to stay the night?” she asked, her voice thick with sleepiness. “There’s class tomorrow.”

“That’s precisely why,” he replied, sliding his hand down my back to the cleft of my buttocks. “You’re both already pretty far from home. And I want you here.”

***

The bathroom was almost as big as the living room. Nico had knocked down the wall of one room to enlarge his bedroom and the adjoining bathroom, and it showed: there was more than enough space for the three of us beneath the rain shower. We stepped in together, still naked, still smeared with one another. The hot water fell over us like absolution.

We soaped each other slowly, without hurry, with the calm that only comes after hunger. I ran my hands over Carla’s breasts, her flat stomach, her thighs, washing Nico’s remains from her with suds. She did the same to me, laughing softly when she squeezed my cock in her soapy palm and watched it come back to life in her hand.

“Not again, woman,” I told her. “You’re going to kill us.”

Nico bit my shoulder from behind. He pressed his body against my back, and I felt perfectly well the bulge forming on him again too. He said nothing. He only breathed against my neck and rested his hands on my hips as if he were measuring something inside me.

Carla looked at the two of us, shook her head, and smiled with her eyes half-closed.

“You two have left me with no battery,” she said. “You’re on your own.”

We came out of the shower wrapped in towels. Nico lent Carla a white T-shirt that hung huge on her and a pair of his boxers, and she put them on at the edge of the bed with her eyes already closing. She let herself fall onto the pillow before she had finished pulling up the underwear.

“I’m destroyed,” she murmured.

“Sleep,” Nico replied. He covered her with the blanket, brushed his hand over her cheek, and kissed her temple with such tenderness that it rooted me to the spot. “Rest. We’re here.”

I stayed leaning against the doorframe, my towel knotted around my hips and my arms crossed over my chest. My wet hair was still dripping onto my shoulders. I watched Nico leave the room and, without meaning to, my eyes dropped to the towel knotted around him. He was hard enough to show unmistakably beneath the fabric. I smiled. It was clear that sleeping wasn’t part of his plans, and it certainly wasn’t part of mine.

***

We had barely taken three steps down the hall when I grabbed him. I ran one hand over his hip, up to the nape of his neck, and tilted his head back to bite his lower lip. Nico let me, his eyes closed and his breathing already far from normal.

“I’m not tired,” I whispered against his mouth. “I need a little more exercise before bed.”

“Yeah...?” He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against him. I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach through the fabric. “And what kind of exercise did you have in mind?”

“I’ll show you now.” I undid the knot of his towel with my fingers, and it fell silently to the floor. His cock sprang free, red, throbbing, its veins swollen and its shiny, uncovered head exposed. I moistened my lips without taking my eyes off it. “Wow... looks like you’ve had a little accident.”

“Oops.” Nico chuckled under his breath and yanked my towel off me too. “Now we’re even. Fairer.”

“Fairer, yes. But more comfortable this way too.” I turned him around, one hand on his jaw and the other on his waist, and pushed him against the hallway wall. I took his wrists and pressed his palms against the wallpaper above his head. “Don’t move them from there.”

I placed one foot between his and shoved his legs apart. A moan escaped him when I pulled his hips backward. I bit the nape of his neck beneath his wet hair and whispered in his ear:

“Shhh. You don’t want to wake Carla, do you?”

I started at the nape of his neck. I worked my way down his spine with kisses and soft bites, feeling his back tremble, raising gooseflesh along his skin. I stroked his hips, squeezed his buttocks, spread them, closed them, played with them until a moan escaped him, far too loud. I covered his mouth with one hand.

“Quiet,” I repeated against his ear. “Quiet.”

With my other hand I grabbed him from the front. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began stroking him slowly, from the base to the head, pressing my thumb against the wet tip, sliding back down the shaft, up, down. As soon as he understood the rhythm, he arched his ass backward, seeking me, rubbing his cock against my cleft.

I brought my fingers to his mouth. I pressed his lips with the pad of my middle finger.

“Open,” I told him.

He opened. I slipped two fingers inside, and he sucked them slowly, eyes closed, coating them in saliva while I kept jerking him off with my other hand. When I pulled them out, they were shiny and dripping.

“Tell me,” I bit his neck beneath his ear. “Is this what you want? Is this how you desire me?”

“Yes...” It was barely more than a long sigh, his eyelids closed.

“Good. I’m here to please you. I’m going to give you what you want.”

I pressed my left hand against his abdomen, holding him firmly against me, and slid my wet fingers along the cleft of his ass. I found the closed entrance and began stroking the button in circles, wetting it, feeling it relax centimeter by centimeter beneath my fingertips. I slipped one finger inside first and slowly twisted it around, up and down, until the ring gave way. Then a second. I opened them, closed them, curled them, searching for that spot that made him gasp.

“Fuck,” he groaned against the wall. “Fuck, fuck...”

“Shhh. She’s sleeping.”

I inserted the third. He could no longer contain his moans; he muffled them against his shoulder, mouth half open and his whole body trembling. I fucked his ass with three fingers until he was open, wet, soaked in his own saliva, his anus throbbing against my knuckles.

“Don’t make any noise,” I repeated. I gave his right buttock a sharp slap. He lifted his head in surprise. “Relax. Open up more for me.”

He surrendered completely. He let his forehead fall against the wallpaper, arched his back as far as he could, and thrust his ass toward me desperately, seeking to take my fingers deeper. He squeezed them, swallowed them, released them. I had to grab one of his hips to hold him up. His legs were trembling.

I pulled out my fingers. He complained softly, pushing his ass backward as if searching for me. I gripped his cock and ran it along his cleft, up and down, leaving the head resting against the entrance for a second, pulling it away, then returning. His whole body trembled.

“Please...” He rested his cheek against the wall. His voice was shaking so badly I could barely understand him. “Damián... do it already.”

And I obeyed. I placed one hand on his buttock, used my thumb to open him wider, and sank in slowly, the head first, feeling his ring give way and swallow me whole. I didn’t stop until my balls struck his skin. I stayed still for a few seconds, breathing hard against his nape, feeling the contractions inside him gripping my cock.

I began to move. At first slowly, very slowly, pulling out to the crown and then sinking all the way back in. Then with more force, each thrust landing against his buttocks. The wall threw back the sound of my hips pounding against his ass, and he, with his hands braced against the wallpaper, clung to nothing, holding himself up as best he could, his legs already giving way beneath him.

He lowered one hand. He brought his fingers to his cock and began beating himself in time with my thrusts. I knocked it away immediately. I raised his hand back to the wall.

“No,” I bit his neck. “Don’t touch yourself. Hold out until I tell you.”

I picked up the pace. My thighs contracted, my balls tightened, and that knot announcing the end climbed up my back. I bit his earlobe while driving into him with my whole hip, digging my fingers into his hips to get deeper inside.

“Now,” I growled in his ear. “Do it now.”

I let go of his hand, and he seized his cock desperately. He jerked himself off incredibly fast, almost violently, his breathing broken and his forehead pressed against the wall. Seeing him like that, bent over against the plaster, fucked by me and masturbating like a madman, finally shattered me inside. I let out a guttural growl, thrust all the way in, and came inside him in three long waves, pressing his stomach against my hand, his legs trembling beneath mine.

He felt it. He felt me emptying myself hot inside him, and it was like a signal. His whole body shuddered, his ass tightened around my still-hard cock, and he came with a hoarse, muffled sound against the wallpaper. I watched his cum shoot across his hand and spatter his forearm all the way to the elbow.

We stayed still like that, locked together, breathing like animals, our foreheads pressed to the wall. I slipped an arm around his waist and slowly raised him, without pulling out of him yet. I turned him in my arms and kissed him in a way that was neither tender nor polite. It was hunger. Pure hunger.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, barely audible.

“Mmm.” He nodded with his eyes closed. He had no voice.

***

We supported each other on the way back to the bedroom. Neither of us dared say anything out loud. We cleaned ourselves with the wet bathroom towel, without turning on the light, passing it over our stomachs and hands like two thieves. Carla was sleeping deeply in the middle of the mattress, one arm draped over her eyes and her mouth slightly open.

We got into bed with the same care we would have used entering a church. Nico lay down beside her and made room for me on her other side, pressing me against his back. He wrapped one arm around her and reached for my hand over the sheet with the other. He squeezed it.

We looked at each other for one long moment, without words. There was no need to ask anything. In the end, there would be class tomorrow, yes. And another night. And another wall.

I closed my eyes and let sleep carry me away, my professor’s hand still clasped in mine.