Chapter 7: Dealing
When Alex woke, the first thing she noticed was the absence of Ridge. The second was the way her body ached—her thighs sticky with dried cum, her pussy still throbbing from last night’s relentless fucking. She stretched, her muscles protesting, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. *God, that man knows how to ruin me.*
The scent of coffee drifted from the kitchen, and she rolled out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor. She grabbed Ridge’s discarded shirt from the night before, slipping it on as she padded toward the kitchen. The fabric smelled like him—warm, earthy, with just a hint of sweat and sex.
Alex pulled the shirt tighter around herself as she walked into the kitchen, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs. The morning light spilled through the windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors, and she could hear the low hum of the coffee maker.
Ridge stood at the counter, his back to her, his bare chest on full display. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he poured coffee into two mugs, and Alex couldn’t help but linger on the way his shorts hung low on his hips, the faint outline of his ass visible beneath them. He turned just as she stepped into the room, and his gaze darkened as it raked over her.
The shirt barely covered her, the fabric clinging to her curves, the hem riding up just enough to tease him with the sight of her bare thighs. His eyes lingered on the way the collar gaped open, revealing the swell of her breasts, the faint red marks his teeth had left on her skin the night before.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, his voice rough with sleep and something darker, something that made her pulse quicken. He set the mugs down on the counter and crossed the kitchen in two long strides, pulling her against him. His hands slid under the shirt, gripping her ass hard enough to make her gasp.
"You look fucking delicious in my shirt," he growled, his thumb brushing over the swollen, cum-slick folds of her pussy. "But I think you'd look even better with my cock buried in that tight ass of yours."
Alex shivered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his fingers teased her entrance. "You promised," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "You said you'd take me in the morning."
Ridge's lips curled into a wicked smirk. "And I always keep my promises, baby." His fingers slid deeper, two thick digits pushing into her dripping cunt, making her whimper. "But do you want coffee first?" Ridge asked, his fingers still buried inside her, curling against the sensitive spot that made her knees weak. "Or do you want me to fuck that tight little ass right here on the kitchen counter?"
Alex bit her lip, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She could feel the slickness of her arousal coating his hand, the way her body was already preparing for him. "Coffee can wait," she breathed, her voice trembling. "I want you inside me."
Ridge growled, his fingers withdrawing from her with a wet sound. He gripped her hips and lifted her onto the counter, the cold granite pressing against her bare ass. Then he growled. "That's just the wrong height." He picked her up again and carried her into the living room and bent her over the couch. He flipped the hem of the shirt up and leaned down to kiss both of her buttocks.
She could feel his tongue tracing the outline of her asshole and then his fingers were sliding between her legs, stroking her wet pussy. She gasped as his fingers found her clit and began to rub it in slow circles. "You're already so fucking wet for me," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. "I can't wait to feel your tight little ass squeezing my cock."
Ridge's fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance before pressing inside, stretching her slowly, preparing her for what was to come. Alex moaned, her fingers gripping the couch cushion as he worked her open, his fingers slick with her arousal. She looked back at him, her tousled hair shining like a halo in the morning light. "And I can't wait to feel your massive cock pressing on my core, lover." She could feel the stretch, the burn, the way her body resisted at first before yielding to him. His fingers fucked her slowly, deliberately, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
Then his fingers moved, spreading her warm slickness to her asshole, lubricating her with their combined juices from the night before and her current want for him. His fingers teased her puckered rosebud and she could feel the unholy need filling her core. She whimpered with her impatient want.
"Please, Ridge. I need you inside me."
Ridge groaned, his fingers withdrawing from her with a wet sound.
He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tight puckered hole to the cool morning air. "Fuck, look at you," he growled, his voice rough with hunger. "So pretty and pink, just begging for my cock. And you think you're not sexy..."
Alex whimpered, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as she felt the heat of his breath against her ass. She could feel the slickness of her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the sticky remnants of last night's fucking still clinging to her skin. The anticipation was maddening, her body trembling with need as she waited for him to claim her.
Ridge’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around her tight little hole, teasing her, stretching her just enough to make her whimper. The cool air of the living room brushed against her exposed flesh, making her shiver, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
"Please, Ridge," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck my ass."
His growl was low, feral, as he leaned down and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the curve of her ass cheek. His tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive skin just above her puckered entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.
Alex gasped, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as she arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air. "Fuck, Ridge," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "Stop teasing me. I need your cock in my ass."
Ridge growled and nipped her buttock. "That was hot, lover. Say that again!" His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wide as he leaned down to press a hot, wet kiss against her puckered hole. His tongue flicked out, tracing the tight ring of muscle, making her shiver. "Tell me how bad you want my cock in this tight little ass of yours."
Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as she pushed her ass back against his face. "I need it, Ridge. I need your *huge* cock stretching me open, fucking me raw. I want you to ruin me—make me feel you for days. I want to be sore, I want to *ache* from you."
Ridge growled and straightened up. Alex took a deep breath and felt the warm tip of his cock now pressing on her asshole, gentle but steady, slowly increasing in intensity.
She felt the pressure build, the tight ring of muscle resisting before finally yielding with a slow, wet pop. She gasped as the thick head of his cock breached her, the stretch so intense it made her fingers claw at the couch cushions.
"Fuck, you're *so* tight," Ridge groaned, his voice rough with strain as he pushed deeper. "Jesus Christ, Alex—your ass is *perfect*."
She could feel every inch of him sliding inside her, the thick shaft stretching her open in a way that burned, that *ached*, but in the most delicious way possible. Her pussy clenched emptily, her body trembling as she adjusted to the invasion.
The stretch was *intense*—Ridge’s cock was thick, *thick*, and the slow, deliberate way he pushed inside her made every inch feel like a brand. She could feel the veins along his shaft, the way they pulsed against her tight walls, the way his hips pressed flush against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck, you’re so deep," she gasped, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. "So *fucking* deep."
Ridge groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. He leaned over her to kiss her neck wetly, his cock pulsing in her ass. "Is that a good thing, baby?" One hand reached beneath her to grasp her hanging breast, squeezing possessively.
His other hand slid down to her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as he began to fuck her ass in slow, deep strokes. "You like that, baby? You like my cock stretching your tight little ass?" Ridge growled, his voice rough with lust. "Tell me how much you love it. Tell me what you feel."
Alex lifted her head and arched her back against his slow thrusts. "I feel possessed by you, Ridge. And I love it. I feel like you expose the core of the the sexy me I've hidden away. And I love it." Alex moaned, her voice thick with lust as Ridge’s cock slid deeper into her ass, stretching her in ways that made her toes curl. "I love how you fill me up, how you make me feel like I'm yours—completely, utterly *yours*."
Ridge's fingers tightened around her hip as he pulled back slowly, the thick head of his cock dragging against her tight walls before he thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt. Alex groaned in the ecstasy of the pleasure-pain and went on. "Your cock, your hands, your eyes, your words claim me and shape me, and I fucking. love. it. Don't ever stop."
Ridge growled and bit her neck to the point of pain, then began thrusting harder and faster , his cock slamming into her ass with deep, punishing strokes. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. Alex could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it stretched her open, filling her in a way that made her whimper with pleasure-pain.
"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful as you take me," Ridge groaned, his voice rough with strain. "Your ass is *perfect* for my cock. *You* are perfect for...everything."
Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with desperate need. "Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me *harder*.
I want to feel you *break* me." Alex’s voice was a ragged whisper, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as Ridge’s cock slammed into her ass with brutal, relentless force. The thick shaft stretched her open, filling her in a way that burned, that *ached*, but in the most delicious, filthy way possible.
His cock was a thick, relentless force, stretching her asshole wider than it had ever been before. Each thrust was a brutal invasion, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy with a wet, filthy sound. The couch creaked beneath them, the fabric damp with sweat and arousal.
Alex could feel the burn of his cock stretching her, the way her body resisted at first before yielding to him. She could feel the veins along his shaft pulsing against her tight walls, the way his hips pressed flush against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt. The pain was intoxicating, the pleasure-pain making her toes curl and her breath hitch. Her hand came up to his on her breast, squeezing his hand to force him to squeeze her harder. "Fuck yes, Ridge! Mark me!" Alex could feel every line of Ridge’s cock as it stretched her asshole wider, filling her in a way that made her vision blur. "Fuck, you feel so fucking *good*," she gasped, her voice trembling with raw need. "So *deep* inside me, Ridge. Don’t stop. Don’t you *dare* stop."
Ridge growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her again, his cock pistoning in and out of her tight ass with wet, filthy slaps. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air.
Without warning her core erupted in orgasm. Her body spasmed around his cock uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched at nothing and her cunt squirted back on him. She whimpered in delight and pushed back at his cock as he continued to fuck her. "More, Ridge! *More*!" Alex gasped, her voice breaking as her body convulsed around Ridge’s cock. The orgasm tore through her like a storm, her ass clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft, her pussy gushing wetness down her thighs. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, her muscles trembling as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
Ridge growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck, you’re *dripping*," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. He could feel her ass pulsing around him, her tight hole milking his cock like a vice.
The sight of her bent over the couch, her ass spread wide for him, her pussy dripping down her thighs—it was too much. His hips snapped forward with brutal force, driving his cock deeper into her than ever before. "Fuck, Alex, you're *soaking* me," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Your tight little ass is *dripping* all over my cock."
She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with desperate need. "Give me your fucking seed! Fill my ass!" Alex screamed, her voice raw with need. "I want to feel you come inside me, Ridge. I want your cum dripping out of my ass all day. Fuck me like you own me!"
Ridge groaned, his cock swelling inside her, the thick head pressing deep against the tight ring of muscle. "Fuck, you're so *fucking* tight," he snarled, his voice a guttural growl as he slammed into her with brutal force. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his thumbs pressing hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled her back onto his cock, impaling her on his thick length.
The wet, filthy sound of her ass taking him filled the room, the slickness of her arousal and the remnants of last night’s fucking making every thrust obscenely loud. "You want my cum, baby?" he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You want me to fill this tight little ass up with my fucking seed?"
Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as she pushed back against him, meeting each brutal thrust with desperate need. "Yes, Ridge," she gasped, her voice trembling with raw desire. "Fucking *yes*. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you *dripping* out of my ass all day. I want to feel you inside me when I walk, when I sit, when I *breathe*. I want to be *ruined* by you." Alex’s voice was a desperate, filthy whisper, her words dripping with need. Her ass clenched around his cock, milking him, begging for his release.
Ridge’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. The sight of her—bent over the couch, her ass spread wide, her tight little hole stretched around his thick cock—pushed him over the edge. His hips slammed into hers and he froze, his cock throbbing inside her, then pulsing as thick ropes of his cum drove deep inside her. She wailed at the feeling, the joy of being claimed by him.
Alex felt his cock swell inside her, the thick head pressing against the deepest part of her ass, and then—*oh fuck*—she felt the first hot jet of his cum shooting deep inside her. It was thick, *thick*, filling her up in a way that made her toes curl and her breath catch. The sensation was obscene, filthy, *perfect*.
"Fuck, Alex," Ridge groaned, his voice raw with lust as his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her ass with his cum. Each spurt was hot, thick, and *fucking relentless*, filling her until she could feel it dripping out of her, sliding down her thighs in sticky, obscene rivulets.
Alex moaned, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as she pushed back against him, taking every last drop of his cum deep inside her. His cock twitched inside her, still hard, still *pulsing*, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
"Fuck, that’s it," Ridge growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as he emptied himself inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he kept his cock buried deep, his cum seeping out around his shaft and dripping down her thighs. "Take it all, baby. Every. Fucking. Drop."
Ruined. That’s what she was.
Alex’s legs trembled as Ridge pulled out of her, his thick cock slipping free with a wet, obscene *pop*, a thick rope of his cum following it, dripping down her ass crack and onto the couch. She gasped, her body still shuddering from the force of her orgasm, her asshole throbbing, stretched, *used*—and she fucking loved it.
Ridge groaned, his cock still half-hard, glistening with their combined fluids, a thick bead of cum welling at the tip. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear.
"Fuck, you're *soaked*," he growled, his fingers sliding between her thighs, gathering the sticky mess of his cum that dripped from her abused asshole. "Look at this filthy little cunt. *Dripping* with my cum." His fingers pushed inside her, fucking her slowly, working his cum deeper into her tight pussy. "You're *ruined*, Alex. My cum is dripping out of your ass, and I'm going to fuck it right back into you."
She whimpered, her body trembling as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her toes curl. "Yes," she gasped, her voice raw with need.
"Fuck, yes—fill me up again. I want to be *stuffed* with your cum, Ridge. I want to feel you *dripping* out of me all day. Make me *ache*."
Ridge growled, his fingers still buried inside her, his cock twitching against her thigh as it began to harden again. "Oh my god, Alex, you’re such a *filthy* slut," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. Alex moaned, her body trembling as his fingers curled inside her, working his cum deeper.
The sensation was *filthy*, *perfect*—his cum leaking from her ass, dripping down her thighs, and now his fingers pushing it back into her pussy. She could feel the sticky warmth of it, the way it coated her walls, the way her body *clenched* around him, greedy for more.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. "I want you to *ruin* me, Ridge. I want to feel you *dripping* out of me for days. I want to be *sore*, I want to *ache*—"
Ridge growled, his fingers withdrawing from her with a wet, obscene sound.
He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back, her thighs spreading wide for him. The couch cushions were damp beneath her, sticky with their combined fluids, and the scent of sex hung thick in the air. His cock, still slick with her ass and his cum, stood hard and proud between them, the thick head glistening with pre-cum.
"Look at you," he hissed, his voice rough with lust as he stared down at her. "Fucking *dripping* with my cum. Your ass is still gaping from my cock, and you're begging for more."
Alex moaned, her fingers sliding down to her pussy, spreading her lips wide for him. Ridge leaned over her, guiding his cock up and down her labia, his mouth just above hers. "Maybe, Alex, what you've been scared of is not what if you and I mess this up, but what if we succeed, and you get everything you want." He leaned further and lightly bit her lower lip as his cock slid into her to the hilt, balls resting on her wet, sticky ass. Her hands immediately cupped his ass and pulled him harder to her.
"Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice trembling as she felt his cock stretch her pussy walls. "Yes, I'm terrified of how good you make me feel and what I would do to keep that in my life."
Ridge groaned, and his hands slid up beneath his t-shirt that she was wearing. Then with each hand squeezing one of her firm breasts, thumb stroking her nipples, he began moving in her. His cock slid in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes, each thrust pressing deeper, harder, until his balls slapped against her ass with a wet, filthy sound. "Fuck, Alex," he growled against her mouth. "You feel like *heaven* wrapped around my cock."
Alex’s nails dug into his back as she arched her hips to meet his thrusts. His cock filled her completely, stretching her pussy in a way that made her whimper with each deep stroke. The couch creaked beneath them, the fabric damp with sweat and their combined fluids. The scent of sex—musky, thick, and intoxicating—filled the air, making her head spin.
Ridge’s fingers twisted her nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Your sweet cunt is gripping my cock like it never wants to let go."
Alex moaned, her thighs trembling as he slammed into her. "Harder, Ridge," she begged, her voice breaking. "Fuck me *harder*—I need to feel you split me open."
His thumbs pressed on her nipples, tweaking her piercings as he thrust deep into her, his balls slamming against her ass with wet, filthy slaps. She grunted with the force of each thrust, and she turned her nails inward, digging them into his strong buttocks, egging him to more filthy violence that she so dearly craved from him.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure built, her body trembling beneath him, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. "Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice trembling with raw need. "You feel so *fucking* good inside me. I want to feel you *break* me. I want to feel you *ruin* me."
Ridge growled and moved his hands from her breasts to her hips. Pushing, he rolled her hips so she was bent in half, her feet behind her head. His every thrust was now straight down into her, and each one poked her cervix so that she writhed beneath him. "*Fuck* yes, Ridge. That's it. Split me wide!" Alex gasped, her voice raw with need as Ridge’s cock slammed into her with brutal, relentless force. The thick shaft stretched her pussy in ways that made her toes curl, her body trembling beneath him as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. The couch creaked beneath them, the fabric damp with sweat and their combined fluids, the scent of sex—musky, thick, and intoxicating—hanging heavy in the air.
Ridge’s fingers dug into her hips, his thumbs pressing hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled her down onto his cock, impaling her on his thick length.
The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking him filled the room, the slickness of her arousal making every thrust obscenely loud. His eyes found hers between her legs and the connection was electric. They both went silent as they memorized each other's expressions of ecstasy, the only sounds being their gasping breaths and their bodies slapping rhythmically.
And when Alex's eyes began to roll back, Ridge thrust his hardest yet and held her pinned beneath him. His cock spasmed and his cum erupted from him in thick ropes inside her, again and again.
The heat of it filled her, stretching her walls, making her gasp as she felt every pulse of his release. He let her legs go and she lowered them then wrapped them around his waist. His hands slid up her body until he was holding hers above her head. The sensation was overwhelming, the way his cum filled her, the way her body clenched around him, milking him for every last drop.
"Fuck, Alex," Ridge groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction as he emptied himself inside her. Alex smirked and murmured, "Fuck, Ridge," as she savored the filthy satisfaction that he had given her. She stuck out her tongue and licked his mouth until he opened his lips and sucked on it hungrily. Even that small testament to his desire for her made her core burn.
Ridge lowered his forehead to hers and slowed and softened the kiss. He murmured, "Such a hungry lover." Then he sighed. "We've both got a little more than an hour before our first class. And you need to go to your place to bathe and change." He groaned as he leaned back and got to his feet before offering her his hand.
Alex took it and let him pull her up. She leaned into him and kissed his chest, then his neck, then his mouth. Her tongue slid into his mouth and she sucked on it, then bit his lower lip, and then she pulled back and looked up at him. "I'm not going to bathe. I'm going to walk around the campus with your cum dripping out of me. I want to feel you inside me all day."
Ridge groaned and gripped her ass hard. "You're such a filthy fucking tease." He kissed her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth as his fingers slid between her legs, pressing against her swollen, cum-filled pussy. Ridge nodded and whispered, "And then, at the end of the day, you can come back for more." She nodded against him. "I intend to." Alex smirked, her voice dripping with filthy promise as she pulled away from him. She turned and walked toward the door, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction, her ass still glistening with the remnants of their morning fuck. Ridge’s cum dripped down her thighs, sticky and warm, a constant reminder of what they had just done.
She went upstaira and came back down in her jeans but still wearing his t-shirt, her underwear in hand. She kissed him again and then paused at the door and looked back at him, her deep blue eyes dark with lust. "Don’t forget, Ridge," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want you to think about me all day. I want you to imagine how my pussy is still throbbing from your cock, how my ass is still stretched from you fucking me raw.
Every step I take, I feel your cum dripping down my thighs, my cunt still pulsing with the memory of your thick shaft buried inside me. I want you to think about how wet I am, how swollen my lips are, how my clit is still aching for your fingers, your tongue, your beautiful mouth.
Ridge’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he watched her. He could imaginethe way her thighs glistened, the way her pussy lips were still puffy and pink from his cock. The way her asshole was still slightly gaping from where he’d fucked it so thoroughly.
He took a step toward her, his cock already hardening again at the images she described. She leaned forward and kissed his chest. "I adore you, you delicious man. See you in the halls." Alex blew him a kiss, the door clicking shut behind her.
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The morning sun spilled through the windows of the English department, casting golden streaks across the worn wooden floors. Alex walked down the hall, her thighs slick with Ridge’s cum, her pussy still throbbing from his brutal fucking. Every step sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, the sticky warmth between her legs a constant reminder of how he had taken her—how he had *ruined* her.
She had gone with a nearly sheer blouse and a skirt that reached to the tops of her knees, Her nipples were hard beneath the thin cotton, aching for his touch.
Alex could feel the wetness between her thighs growing as she walked, the sticky remnants of Ridge’s cum clinging to her skin. She had left her panties in his apartment, a deliberate choice—she wanted to feel him all day, wanted the constant reminder of how he had fucked her raw, how he had claimed her in ways she had never allowed before.
The hallway was quiet, the usual hum of students and faculty muted by the early hour. Alex’s heels clicked against the hardwood floor, each step sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel the slickness of her arousal, the way her pussy lips were still swollen and sensitive from Ridge’s cock. As she walked to her classroom, she saw him down the hall, going to his new class. He winked at her and went in, and she entered her own class.
The classroom seemed duller for his absence and she moved slowly into teacher mode, talking about what would make their first paper a good one and then going over the most consistent grammar mistakes, which could ruin an otherwise good paper. She saved the last part of class for questions and then let the class go.
The three young women who were so fond of Ridge approached her as a group and asked where Ridge had gone. Alex smiled softly and told them that she had been told that he needed to change sections of the class and that she had no idea where he was now. They were crestfallen and left the classroom together. Alex chuckled when they spotted him walking out of the other classroom with Laura Kelsey, then scurried down the hall to get his attention as he had a conversation with Laura. Alex felt a pang of jealousy that he didn't look her way, but then she felt the mess that her pussy was and knew his mind was on her as well.
She made her way up the stairs and to her office, collapsing into her seat. Before she could catch her breath, Lila came in with coffee and shut the door behind her before taking a seat at Alex's desk. She put a coffee cup before Alex and sat back as she asked, "Well?" Alex smirked and took a long sip of coffee before replying, "Well what?" Lila rolled her eyes and leaned forward, her elbows on the desk. "Don’t play coy with me, Alex. There was a decision to be made. Did you make it?" Lila asked, her voice low and conspiratorial, her dark eyes sharp with curiosity. "Did you finally tell him how you feel?"
Alex set the coffee cup down with deliberate slowness, the steam curling lazily between them. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a practiced ease that belied the sticky warmth between her thighs. The fabric of her skirt whispered against her skin, a constant reminder of Ridge's cum still clinging to her.
"I didn't need to tell him," Alex said, her voice steady but carrying an edge of amusement. "He already knows."
Lila's eyebrows shot up. "Oh?" She leaned in further, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do tell."
Alex took another slow sip of her coffee, savoring the way the warmth spread through her chest. The way it contrasted with the lingering heat between her legs. "Let's just say... I barely got to the department on time for my class."
Lila smirked and nodded. "That's my girl. Are you going to make a go of it then? Fears forgotten?" Alec studied her friend for a moment and then leaned over the desk towards her. "Yes. Want a secret?" Lila's eyes went wide and she leaned closer to Alex. "Always."
Alex playfully looked around the office as if assessing their privacy. "Right now, his cum is dripping from my cunt and ass. And it feels...right." Lila's blushed and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Lila swallowed a few times and whispered, "If that's true, that is filthy and decadent and I'm so happy for you!" Alex smiled broadly.
"I know." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs again, the motion causing a fresh wave of Ridge's cum to trickle from her, making her shift slightly in her seat. "But here's the thing, Lila. I'm not just talking about the sex. Though, God, the sex is..." She trailed off, a dreamy smile playing on her lips as she remembered the morning's events. "No, it's more than that. You were right. He wants me, all of me. And I realized last night as he fed me and talked about his history that he's real. I guess I just let my concerns go."
Lila nodded and sipped her coffee. "I'm delighted, Alex. You know I love you and want you to be happy." She smiled brightly to Alex. "And you really are glowing. So much so that I'm feeling a little jealous. I don't remember if George ever made me feel like you appear to feel."
Alex said, her voice softening. "I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like I've been waiting for him my whole life, and now that he's here, I can't imagine letting him go."
Lila nodded again. "Do you think I can meet him, or do you not want to share yet? We could meet at the bar on Friday night?" Alex considered Lila's question as she took another sip of her coffee. "I don't see why not. I'd love for you to meet him. He's... different than anyone I've ever known." Alex paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "He's intense, but in a way that makes me feel safe. Like I can be myself without judgment."
Lila leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I can't wait to meet him. And I have to say, I'm impressed. You usually keep things so guarded, but with him, it's like you've finally let someone in." She reached across the desk and squeezed Alex's hand. "I'm happy for you, Alex." Then she winked. "Do you need help cleaning up or did you make a conscious fashion statement?" Lila asked, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Alex smirked and adjusted her skirt, feeling the dampness between her thighs. "Let's just say I'm making a statement about my priorities today."
Lila laughed, a bright, musical sound that filled the small office. "Well, I for one approve. It's about time you let yourself go a little." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, tell me everything. How did it happen? Was it as good as you imagined?"
Alex felt a flush creep up her neck at the memory. "Better," she admitted, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. "I went to his apartment last night to tell him we needed to slow down, and the next thing I know he was making me a homemade rustic dinner and then we were watching a screwball comedy. When the movie ended, I took him to bed. I fell asleep atop him with him still inside me, and when we got up, I demanded more." Alex blushed. "Lila, trust me when I say he's very good at *more*." Alex’s fingers tightened around her coffee cup, her knuckles whitening slightly as she remembered the way Ridge had taken her that morning—rough, possessive, *perfect*. The way his cock had stretched her open, filling her in ways that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. The way his fingers had dug into her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her with brutal, relentless strokes. The way his cum had dripped out of her, sticky and warm, a constant reminder of how he had claimed her.
Lila’s eyes widened, and she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh my God, Alex. You’re *glowing*. Lila’s words hung in the air between them, and Alex felt the truth of it settle into her bones. She wasn’t just flushed from the memory of Ridge’s hands on her, the way he had bent her over that couch and fucked her raw—though God, that was part of it. No, this was something deeper. Something that had been building for years, unacknowledged, until Ridge had walked into her life and shattered all her carefully constructed walls.
Alex leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking softly beneath her. "I don’t know how to explain it," she admitted, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "It’s like I’ve been walking around with a part of myself locked away, and he just… opened the door. Without even trying."
Lila grinned. "Couldn't ask for anything more." She stood up and picked up her mostly empty coffee cup. "Except maybe pictures. Work on that would you?" Lila blew Alex a kiss and left the office, closing the door behind her. Alex watched her go, then settled at her desk to prepare for her meeting with the department head.
Some time later, there was a knock at her door and she called out "Come in." The door opened and the department chair came in. Dr. McAllister was a statuesque raven-haired woman, who always seemed dressed and made up for a cocktail party rather than work at a university. She was also wicked smart, and had a facile sense of humor. In fact, Alex had told no one but if she had been in an undergrad in one of Nora's classes, she would have fallen deeply in lust with her.
Alex stood and offered her hand, then asked Nora to take a seat. They fell into a conversation about a 20th century novels class in the next year, and perhaps making it a regular offering. Nora moved her bangs from in front of her eyes and peered at Alex. "Frankly my dear, there's no one on the faculty more qualified than you to teach it. Your students think the world of you, and you know I do too. I know we've bumped heads a few times in faculty meetings...".
Alex held up a hand to pause the conversation. "Dr. McAllister...Nora...I have a great deal of respect for how you run the department. We're both interested in serving the university and our students. When we disagreed, it's always been a matter of how best to serve, not whether to serve." Nora sat back and appraised Alex silently for a moment. She smiled broadly and said, "I feel the same way, Alex. And I want to help you advance your career. A class that you design and teach as a new offering would be a giant step towards tenure. It would be nice to have like-minded people helping me to guide the English department."
Then she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Alex watched in fascination and wondered from a distance if she was being teased or flirted with. When Nora resettled, she had shown Alex a lot of her leg, including her toned thigh, which Alex could only admire. But, thought Alex to herself, maybe she was keyed up after her night and morning with Ridge. So Alex trued to ignore it and focus on the question at hand.
By the time Nora stood to leave, Alex had been assigned the task of coming up with a lesson plan and syllabus for a new class. Alex came around the desk to shake Nora's hand and was surprised when Nora reached out and pulled her in for a hug. It lasted for a moment longer than expected, so Alex was caught off guard when Nora reached up to move Alex's bang from in front of her glasses. "You certainly look happier than I remember seeing you, Alex. The potential of this new class agrees with you!" Alex smiled and nodded, and then Nora leaned forward to casually sniff at Alex's neck. "And I don't know what that scent is, but it's fetching. I might have to try it for myself."
Nora turned and opened the door. As she was leaving, she turned and said, "Remember, two weeks for the draft of the class." She left and shut the door, leaving Alex with her thoughts awhirl.
She sat back down and stared at the door, wondering if she had imagined the last few moments. Then she laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the small office. "Get a grip, Alex," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. She stood and went to the window, looking out over the quad. The campus was alive with students hurrying to class, professors deep in conversation, and the occasional group of friends laughing as they walked. The scene was so ordinary, yet everything felt different. She felt different.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see a text from Ridge. *"You look incredible today. I can't stop thinking about you."*
Alex’s fingers tightened around her phone as Ridge’s text lit up the screen. She glanced around her office, half-expecting someone to have overheard the way her heart had just skipped a beat. The words were simple, but the weight behind them was anything but. She could almost hear his voice—low, rough, the kind of tone that made her skin prickle with anticipation.
She typed back, her thumbs moving with deliberate slowness. *"I can’t stop thinking about you either. Or the way you left me this morning."*
A pause. Three dots appeared, vanished, then reappeared.
*"Good. I want you to remember it all day. Every step you take, every time you shift in your chair, I want you to feel me inside you. I want you to ache for me."*
Alex’s breath hitched as Ridge’s text appeared, the words sending a fresh wave of heat between her thighs. She could *feel* him—his hands gripping her hips, his cock stretching her open, the way his cum had dripped from her when she walked to her office. The memory made her squeeze her legs together beneath her desk, the dampness of her skirt a constant, filthy reminder.
She typed back, her fingers trembling slightly. *"You’re cruel, Ridge. In the best possible way."*
Alex leaned back in her chair and thought briefly about what the evening would bring, then settled into her new work, pulling up some of her old notes on American novels on her laptop.