seveninchmotto | Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

Flick ran his nose up and down her neck and slid his fingers down her stomach slowly. He moved his hips back and forth against her ass and kissed the spot behind her ear while doing all this.

Isabelle chuckled quietly, and shifted a little to try and press her ass against his hips a little more. An extra bit of friction.

"So," she murmured. "What's on the menu today?"

"Anything you want," Flick told her and kissed her ear again. "You in the mood for something specific?"

"Don't know if I am," she mused, lightly curling her fingers around his wrist. No hindering his movements, though. "Beyond the requests I've already laid out, that is. The screaming and all. I'm just very open to feeling good."

Flick's hand finally made their way further down to settle between her legs, one finger just slipping in. Just slightly. He nuzzled against her ear again and wiggled that finger.

"And I don't much care what we do as long as we do it together," he told her, licking at her ear. "I'm easy."

Isabelle exhaled a pleased little sigh at the bit of pleasure his wiggling caused. She also shifted again, moving her top leg back, hooking it over his. More room.

"You are easy," she agreed with a chuckle. "Just look at how fast I got you in my bed."

"It's only easy if I make it easy," Flick told her, sliding that finger in deeper and crooking it just the tiniest bit. She remembered that, didn't she? "I wanted to be here so I'm here."

He bent down low and bit her neck lightly but he also sucked on her neck a bit after the bite.

Hello. Yes, she remembered that. He could maybe tell by the little noise she made.

"Well, that just means you were easy today."

"I was easy today," he said and crooked his finger a little more than a tiny bit now, scratching his nail along as he went. He rubbed his cock against her ass and laughed quietly. "You can be right on that one."

Her back arched. Yes, she liked that. And yes, her back arching meant more friction on his cock too, probably.

"You said it first, anyway," she said, and licked her lips.

"Did I? Mmm." Flick slid a second finger inside of her, stretching her a bit and pushing deeper. When both of those fingers crooked in that come here motion that she liked, he hid a grin behind her shoulder.

Isabelle muffled a sound by biting on her lip. "You're a jerk." He was not. He was perfect.

"What, you don't like that?" he asked, pushing both fingers down one after another against her clit before he rotated each finger against her. "Should I stop?"

"No." Goddammit, of course that was a moan. Her hips tried to push forward against his hand, then tried to pull away. Or, possibly, tried to just push back against cock for mild payback. "Still a jerk, though."

"Why does this make me a jerk?" he had to wonder while his fingers fell into a nice, smooth thrusting motion. In, out and back in again. Every so often he dragged his fingers over her clit or he'd crook each finger inside of her, wiggling and pulling them back out while still bent.

Isabelle's eyes closed. She swallowed a few times, and licked her lips, before she spoke. Her focus wasn't gone but there was a certain amount of distraction happening here, with the pleasure brewing in her hips.

"I don't even know," she admitted. "It just does."

Maybe it was pre-emptive somehow.

"Mmm."

Well, now Flick was going to put a plan into place for you, Isabelle. And you weren't going to be privy to it either.

He pushed another finger into her, speeding up the thrusts and trying to use his position and the leverage that he had to get deeper and harder. He made sure to pay a lot of attention to her clit and made sure she'd feel his cock against her ass too.

"If you say so."

At least she wasn't going to be wondering about his plan right now. Too overwhelmed by the increased speed, not to mention the stretching from the three fingers. Yeah, her back was arching again a little bit, and she was going to have to save her clever retorts until after the initial rush passed. If it did.

But he did get a nice moan. Very nice. Fully indicative of how all his actions were making her feel.

Flick kept going. Didn't stop and didn't slow down. Maybe the force increased but he didn't make it gentler or softer. He found her clit and rolled it underneath each finger, back and forth, pushed down and rotated before his fingers resumed their thrusting.

All three of them? Yeah, he crooked them all at nonce back and then repeated the motion back to back to back. See what she thought of that one.

Nothing too coherent, apparently.

"A-angel."

Except that. Her hips pushed against his hand, trying to move in time with his fingers, trying to get more. Because it was the best feeling. Her nails were pressing into his skin, too.

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Flick focused more and more attention on her clit, making sure she'd be vibrating and shivering and moaning as much as he could. He thrust deeper, whispering her name in her ear and humming his own pleasure at seeing her like this.

"Come on, baby," he murmured, kissing her ear. "Come on. Enjoy this, baby."

Oh, she was. She was. She was pretty far gone. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was squirming against him, and she was moaning. Pretty loudly. He'd heard her make those sounds before, all full of lust pleasure and getting more and more urgent.

He could probably tell she was about to come on his fingers, and very very soon indeed.

Flick slid back just the slightest bit and smirked as he did so. Don't worry, she'd like what he was doing to do. The fingers inside her didn't stop, keeping up their rhythm and pressure.

His other fingers? They worked their way down her back and he pushed two in her ass quickly but smoothly. Nothing rough.

"Scream for me, darling," he said, smirking widely. "Come on now."

Maybe the scream had nothing to do with his request, maybe it just happened on it own. But it definitely happened. She went right on over that edge when she felt herself suddenly get filled up in a way she hadn't expected. And she did so screaming, her head tipped back.

The scream turned into whimpering and panting and a slight trembling as her muscles clenched and relaxed around his fingers again and again, sending waves of pleasure around her body.

Flick let her have a little bit of a break, a small comedown before she'd feel his lips against her ear. She'd probably be able to hear him smiling.

"So..." He paused. "Wanna come twice this afternoon?"

Maybe that was part of his plan, getting her off with his fingers and then his cock. But, time to see if she was up to that.

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