seveninchmotto | Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

"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.

Isabelle sighed, her body a little more relaxed. "When don't I?"

Okay, sometimes she didn't. But honestly? Just hearing him offer that made her feel completely up for it.

"Can you be a dear and pass me a condom?" he whispered sweetly, sliding his cock up and down her ass while he waited. "I'll make that happen for you."

Isabelle turned and stole a haphazard little kiss before going to do as requested.

"Of course I can."

Even if her movements in leaning towards the bedside table were a little lazy. She'd snap back out of it in a moment.

While she was leaning, he was kissing her shoulder and rubbing a hand over her hip. Just giving her some soothing touches to calm her down a bit before he got her all amped up once again.

"Thank you."

The touches were really nice on her skin, and made her sigh again. Soon enough she was offering him the condom while settling down again.

"You're very welcome."

Flick took the condom and opened it up so he could slide it on quickly. He pulled the leg she'd draped over his hips back a little and moved closer, stopping just before he could push in.

"Sensitive right now, aren't you?" he asked, smiling. "Hope you enjoy this."

"I'm sure I will," she told him with a quick smirk back at him. "So will you. I've had your hard-on poking me long enough to know you're ready for this."

"You're right, I am ready for this," Flick said and pushed into her in one smooth thrust. He immediately sighed and settled his forehead against her shoulder.

He'd been waiting awhile to be able to do that and now that he could, he was just going to take a moment.

"Mmm." That was the sound of someone really appreciating that. She reached back and rubbed her fingertips against his hip. "No disrespect to your fingers, because I adore your fingers, but this feels good."

"It does," he said and gave her one slow stroke just to illustrate his feelings on that matter. "It really does. Not too sensitive for this right now?"

Just had to check.

What a gentleman. "I can take it, baby," she murmured. "You just worry about making me come again. Pleading optional."

"Okay," Flick said and thrust harder, reaching an arm around her to reach and rub one of her breasts while his hips built up speed and intensity. He muffled most of his breathing against her shoulder and rolled her nipple underneath his fingers.

Isabelle's skin was feeling so sensitive that that drew a little whimper from her, while the nipple hardened under his touch. Her fingers curled around his arm again, just for something to hold.

"That's right, baby," she murmured. "Fuck me."

She thought she could manage a dirty word here and there for a moment here.

"I am."

And he really started to fuck her in earnest after the words, making sure her body jerked just a tiny bit whenever his front met her back. He pinched and twisted her nipple, liking the hard feeling underneath his fingers.

He stretched one of her legs a bit, angling a bit differently and thrusting in deeper, sharper. Making sure he could get as far as he could and making sure she felt it.

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