Summary: After spending time apart due to their busy schedules, Chris and MC (Jill) reunite for an unforgettable date night.
“That was an amazing dinner,” Jill said as they climbed out of the car and headed up the front walkway of their house. “How did you even find that place?”
“Honestly, it was completely by accident,” Chris said. “We had a student council meeting at a coffee shop around the corner and I noticed the restaurant when I was walking back to my car. I knew it would be a late night on campus, so I stopped in to grab some food.”
Chris unlocked the door and Jill was surprised to find the house empty.
“Where is everyone?” she asked. It was a Saturday, but at least one of their roommates was usually home.”
“I don’t know,” Chris said, shutting the door behind him. “But I can’t say I’m all that sorry to find the house empty.”
Jill turned around and saw a devilish grin playing on Chris’s lips.
“Oh really, Mr. Powell?” Jill asked as she came closer, sliding her hands around his waist and under his sport coat. “And why is that?”
Chris leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
“Because now I can ravish you the way I’ve been thinking about all through dinner,” he murmured. Jill turned her face to meet his lips and his kiss was demanding, his tongue melding into hers.
“Then take me upstairs,” Jill said, gently biting his lower lip. She took him by the hand and led him over to the stairs, but when they reached the landing, Chris pinned her against the wall.
“I’m not sure if I can make it upstairs,” he said, pressing his body against hers. He kissed her and Jill ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness through his slacks. Chris dragged his fingertips up her thigh to the hem of her skirt, inching beneath the fabric. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and eased them down around her knees before letting them fall to the floor.
“Chris … someone could come in,” Jill protested, although her body’s reaction belied her words as Chris kissed his way up her legs, hungrily devouring each new bit of skin as he pushed her skirt higher and higher.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he kissed the warm, wet lips of her entrance, parting her with his tongue. Jill raked her fingers through his hair and pushed her hips forward against his mouth.
“No,” she breathed, barely audible. Chris explored her with his tongue, gripping the soft flesh of her thighs with his hands. Jill leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes as she let herself get lost in the feeling of his mouth.
She gasped when she felt him slide two fingers inside of her, curling them just right as he focused his tongue on her clit. Jill’s legs began to shake but Chris kept her pinned against the wall as he sucked hard on her clit, causing the screaming orgasm to rip through her body, colors exploding behind her closed eyelids.
Chris smiled as he sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he stood up, gathering her in his arms as he kissed her.
“Oh god, I can barely stand,” she gasped in between kisses. Chris grinned and easily swept her up in his arms, carrying her up the remaining stairs and down the hallway to her bedroom. He set her gently on the bed and leaned in to kiss her again, but Jill put a hand on his chest.
“Turn on the desk lamp,” she said. “I want to see you.”
Chris did as she asked and Jill stood up on stronger legs, making her way towards him. She took her time unbuttoning his shirt and trailing kisses down his exposed chest. Jill eased the shirt off of his shoulders, taking a moment to drink in the sight of his toned stomach, honed after hours and hours on the football field. She knelt in front of him and tugged at his belt, pulling it free from the loops before dropping it to the floor with a clink. Jill gently rubbed her hand over the front of Chris’s slacks, her fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock. He groaned softly and Jill flicked her eyes up towards him. Her gaze met his, full of lust and desire, and she smiled. She loved that she turned him on so much, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Jill returned her gaze to the task in front of her and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing him in front of her. She took him in one hand, her other hand cupping his balls as she slowly ran her fingers along his length. She kissed his thighs, leaving small kisses in lipstick along his skin as her lips drew closer to him. Finally, Jill ran her tongue up along the length of him from base to tip and she looked up at him again. Chris bit his lip and his hips bucked slightly towards her, begging for more. Jill swirled her tongue around the tip and Chris pushed her hair back from her face, bunching it in his hands to give him a better view of her. Without warning, Jill took him in her mouth all at once, so deeply that her eyes watered a little, and Chris groaned at the feel of her.
“Oh god … Jill …” he managed to gasp as she pulled him in and out of her mouth, caressing him with her tongue. She could feel his fingers digging into the back of her head, one hand gripping her shoulder. Jill could feel he was getting close and was getting ready to finish him off when he suddenly stopped her and pulled away.
Chris knelt down in front of her and eased her down onto the floor. Then he pushed her knees apart gruffly, shoved her skirt up around her waist, and pulled her hips up to his. He didn’t waste any time and pushed into her. Jill moaned at the feel of him inside her, her hand falling on Chris’s forgotten shirt and twisting into the fabric. Chris gripped her hips, thrusting hard into her as Jill reached between them, stroking her clit.
“Yes, touch yourself,” Chris whispered as he watched her. With her free hand, Jill grasped at his forearm, clinging to him as she felt herself rising towards another orgasm. She came undone, writhing on the floor as he knelt between her knees, slamming into her and causing her to cry out his name as Chris found his own release, pulsing inside her with a primal groan of pleasure.
Breathing hard, Chris leaned down and kissed her, sliding his hand under her shirt.
“You got to see me but I didn’t even get to see you,” he murmured as he pushed up her shirt and slid his lips down to her chest. He tugged down the lacy cups of her bra and kissed her breasts, his tongue swirling around their hard peaks. Jill sighed with pleasure and pulled his face up to hers to kiss him again.
“Well then, you better rest up for round two, Mr. Powell,” she said with a grin. He returned her smile and kissed her before climbing to his feet and extending a hand to help her up.
“I think I need a glass of water,” Chris said, still trying to fully catch his breath. “Want one?”
“Sure, but I’ll get it,” Jill offered as she readjusted her shirt and skirt. “After all, I’m the one who’s still dressed.
“Just as long as you promise not to put anything on underneath your skirt,” he murmured, kissing her as he slid his hand beneath her skirt, fingertips grazing her lips.
“I promise,” she said with a smile. “Now you stay here–and stay naked–and I’ll be right back.”
Jill went downstairs, smoothing her hair as she did, just as the front door opened.
“Hey, Jill!” Zack said as he came in, tossing his keys on the coffee table. “How’s it going?”
“Good, you?” she asked as she headed into the kitchen.
“Just studying for that exam on Monday, but I had to get out of the library so I figured I’d come home,” he said. Jill pulled a glass from the cabinet and started to fill it with water when she heard Zack call out again. “Hey, Jill?”
“Yeah?” she called back.
“Can you have a talk with Becca and remind her that this isn’t a sorority house and not everyone wants to see her underwear on the stairs?”
Jill blushed, thankful Zack couldn’t see her face.
“Sure,” she called back, making a mental note to grab her underwear on the way back up to her bedroom. She grinned–Chris was definitely going to owe her for that one.
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