Placing an arm around her waist, I turn her so she’s on all fours, facing away from me. Her ass is peeking out from under that skirt, and I can’t wait to sink myself into her warmth. I grab a condom from the nightstand beside my bed and make quick work of rolling it over my erection. Settling in behind her, I grip her hips as I line myself up against her. I know I should repay the oral favor, but like she said, we have plenty of time, and I’ll more than make it up to her later.

Rubbing my dick up and down her slit, I can feel how wet she is for me. I’ve barely touched her, yet she’s still so fucking drenched. As if it has a GPS and Lucy’s pussy is its destination, the tip of my cock finds her sweet entrance and slowly slides in. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to enjoy the feel of her around me. I quickly regain my bearings. My hands pull her back into me at the same time I’m filling her fully. She turns her head to look at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes take in the scene—me on my knees, settled inside her as my hands lay claim, not letting her go.

“Hard and fast,” she breathes, and it’s a goddamn good fucking thing that’s how she wants it, because after that blowjob, I’m not going to last.

Giving her what she wants, I quickly pull my dick out before slamming right back into her. I can see her breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust. The harder I work, the more they bounce, and it’s gives me the initiative to fuck her that much harder. Lucy starts pushing her ass back into me, matching my movements and it sends my dick inside her even deeper than before.

“Oh, God, yes, Kale. Fuck me. Fuck your slutty teacher,” she pants, bringing a hand up to her breast, and I swear to fucking Christ, my dick gets harder than it’s ever been. Fuck my slutty teacher? You don’t have to tell me twice.

I watch as she plays with her nipple, and I can just barely see the way she’s biting her bottom lip. Slowing down my thrusts so I don’t explode at an embarrassingly early rate, I slide a hand from her ass all the way up her spine until it rests on her neck. I lie down on her so my chest is pressed up against her back, causing her to remove her hand from her breast to steady herself. If anyone’s going to be touching her, it’s going to be me.

My hand makes its way to the front of her and finds her breasts, caressing gently. First one, then the other, tweaking her nipples until they harden under my touch. Once I’m satisfied, I move my hand down her stomach until I reach her clit. I slowly circle around it but make sure that I don’t actually touch her there. This feels intimate, more than usual, and I chalk it up to being skin to skin as I tease her clit. Finally, she has enough of my not quite touching her and she brings her hand up, trying to touch herself, but I don’t let her.

“Kale, please, fucking touch me already,” she practically begs, and I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face.

My lips move to hover just above her ear, and she shivers when she feels my breath. “I’ll touch you, baby,” I promise. “As soon as you admit I can fill the fucking bubble.”

She lets out a long, shaky breath then turns her head to look at me. My lips are right there, and they capture hers as I kiss her long and hard. When she pulls back, her eyes bore into mine and she nods slightly.

“Point proven. You fill all the bubbles. And then some. Now please, for the love of all that is fucking holy, touch me. I’m so close.”

Not needing to hear another word, my finger slides over her clit, pushing slightly before I start moving it in circular motions. With my chest still pressed down on her, I move my hips, thrusting in and out of her at the same speed of my finger. The harder I fuck her, the faster my fingers moves, and it’s not long before her walls are tightening around me and my ears are ringing as I hear her scream her release.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer to me, if that’s even possible. I’m not far behind her, and as her pussy clenches my dick, I come fast and hard, shooting into the condom with quick, short bursts. I continue to pump my hips until my orgasm subsides.

Finally, both of our movements still, and the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing and my racing heart, courtesy of that intense cardio session. My chest is heaving against her back, and it’s slick with sweat. I tear myself away from her skin and sit back on my heels, slowly sliding my dick out of her.

When I called Lucy to go out, some part of me figured we’d end up here. Her whole no-dating clause kind of helped me come to that conclusion. But I was expecting to have to work for it, at least for the night. Instead, I got sexy Lucy Dawson, ready for anything the moment she walked in my door, and I—and my cock—couldn’t be more thankful.

She’s catching her breath as she flops down on the bed and rolls onto her back. I wonder what’s going through her head, hoping like hell that she’s not regretting what just happened. It’s easy to scream, “Fuck me!” in the heat of the moment, but I’ve had quite a few experiences where things were awkward afterwards, and I wish to all holy hell this isn’t one of those times.

“God, I fucking needed that. A real penis is so much better than one with batteries,” she moans, not even bothering to cover her tits or anything like I’ve seen most girls shyly do after a quick fuck. Nope, not Lucy Dawson. This girl owns her sexuality, and it’s such a fucking turn-on.

I grin down at her and bend over to press a kiss to her lips. “Well, teach, what’d ya say? Did I pass test two?”

Her eyes dance with delight as she nods her head. Sitting up, she gets on her knees and moves towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck and leans in, nibbling on my earlobe.

“Oh, Sergeant Montgomery, you passed that test with flying fucking colors. But that was still only the beginning. I hope you’ll be prepared for an oral exam a little later on,” she whispers before pulling away from me.

Like I said earlier, I have big plans on repaying that favor, and I know that’s just one more test I’m going to ace. I tell her just that, causing her to laugh.

I get off the bed and go into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I return to the bedroom, Lucy’s still lying down, back flat on the bed, arms spread out. Quickly getting dressed, I sit down next to her.

“Spent?” I ask when I notice that her eyes are closed.

She opens them and sits up when she sees me. Hopping up off the bed, she looks around the room to find her bra and tank top, putting them on rapidly.

“Not quite. It takes more than that to wear me out. I was just savoring the moment,” she tells me. Walking over to me, she leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks. That was a great fuck. I’ll get out of your hair now. You’ve got my number if you want a repeat.”

What the hell?

She starts to move away, but she’s not quick enough. I grab her arm and pull her in between my legs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl, my hands holding her still.

She looks down at me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re all dressed again, and it’s not exactly like I have attire to go out. It’s Friday night. I figured I’d head on out so you can go do whatever it is you soldiers do on the weekend.”

“Wait a minute. What are you talking about? Ten minutes ago you said we had plenty of time. The only reason I’m dressed is so I don’t freak out the delivery man when I open the door to accept our food. I figure I’ll feed you and fuck you. All night, Lucy. All fucking night.”

Something that looks like relief washes over her face, and she moves to straddle me. “Sounds like a damn good Friday night,” she says. “I’m freaking starving.”

For some reason, I’m pretty sure she’s not talking about food, and I feel the same way. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve wanted anyone this badly, and if I have my way, Lucy Dawson and I are going to be seeing a whole lot more of each other until I leave.