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It was a brief, passing remark that really hadn’t meant anything when Olive said it. But Adam, in typical Adam fashion, had decided to latch onto it.
The moment her alarm went off Friday morning, Olive, who was on a four-day streak of not being late to any of the classes she TA’d for, broke their kiss and squirmed out of Adam’s arms. She had slept over at his house, but wasn’t going to let this disruption in her routine ruin her record of eluding lateness.
After she stood, Adam reached out to pull her back into bed, but Olive side-stepped his aim.
“Don’t leave me like this,” he said, forcing an adorable, but very un-Adam-like pout to his face. “We were just getting into it.”
This was true. Adam’s erection was evident, given how it lifted the sheet draped over his lower body, and Olive was naked, her underwear and pajamas scattered on the floor.
“I am not going to be even one second late.” She leaned over the bed, pressing her hands down on Adam’s forearms so he wouldn’t grab her, then briefly kissed him.
“We still have some time. And I’ll drive fast to campus,” Adam offered. “I can drive really fast.”
Olive considered this for a moment. “Eh. No, thanks. Sounds unsafe.”
“Don’t you think you’d be a better TA if you started your day with an orgasm? I know I’m a much better professor,” said Adam. “Less tears. You’d be helping my students save millions on tissues.”
“Maybe I don’t need an orgasm to be nice.” She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Before Adam, Olive had always second-guessed couples that constantly touched or kissed—did they really like each other that much? But now that she was with him, Olive had become one half of that couple. Adam took every opportunity to brush his lips against her skin, or place a hand on her back, or kiss her temple, or hug her. She loved it, and Olive wasn’t sure she would ever tire of touching him either. But now wasn’t the time. Olive needed to shower and not linger.
She went on, “And if we’re talking need, well, I guess I don’t need them at all. Just food and water.” She kissed Adam for a final time before straightening. As she collected her clothes, Olive added, “And to be on time,” then headed to the bathroom to shower.
Once they went their separate ways on campus, she didn’t see Adam until the following day. He picked her up from her apartment that evening and they returned to his house, where Adam parked Olive at the kitchen island with a glass of wine while he made dinner. After eating, they migrated to the living room, where Olive insisted they watch the Stanford basketball game in support, though neither of them cared much for college sports.
A few minutes into the game, Adam dryly commented, “Well, this is absolutely riveting. Come here.” He pulled Olive from where she’d been cuddled into his side, and moved her onto his lap.
She happily settled there, with her back against his chest. Adam’s hands rested on her thighs. The dress she wore had ridden up, but Olive didn’t care enough to adjust the hem, especially not when Adam’s fingers began to absentmindedly stroke back and forth on her skin. The touch was soft and slow and gentle, and she relaxed into his body.
While they watched, Adam’s hands steadily moved up her legs until a fingertip brushed the edge of her underwear. She felt the beginning of an erection under her ass and this observation, paired with his touch, made her core heat. Olive shifted, tilting her hips up and subtly spreading her legs, hoping to silently communicate her permission for him to explore further.
But Adam didn’t stray underneath her underwear. His hand lowered, drifting again across her thighs. Then back, moving higher to trace the trim of her panties. Olive held her breath whenever he neared her core, waiting to see if his fingers would slip under the fabric there, wishing he would… but no. Anticipation built as Adam repeated this sequence several times, and Olive noted that her panties were getting wet. Very wet. Her core tingled with desire—she’d turned Adam down yesterday, so she hadn’t orgasmed in a couple of days.
The next time his hand reached the edge of her underwear and still did nothing but skim the lace, Olive had had enough. Her entire body was flushing with arousal, and she wanted more. Olive shifted and mumbled his name.
“What?” Adam asked.
The way they were positioned hid her reddened cheeks from Adam, and Olive was grateful for that. “Touch me.”
His hand made its way to her core. “Touch you—here?” The finger on her clit was so featherlight that it barely registered to Olive.
A breezy, “Yes,” escaped her lips as Olive tried to shift into his hand, but Adam moved his finger down the center of her panties until he reached her entrance, then firmly pressed against her.
“Oh, you’re soaked, sweetheart.” His voice, low and quiet in her ear, made Olive’s cunt clench. She craved the feeling of his finger inside her.
She twisted her upper body, tilting her head back with her lips pouted out. Adam leaned down to kiss her, his tongue a searing warmth in her mouth. It wasn’t until then that Olive realized how sensitive her core had become—Adam’s finger swiped across her clit, only once, but her whole body jerked, and she whimpered into his mouth.
He pulled away and said, “Someone’s reactive tonight,” before quickly tapping her clit, making Olive jolt.
Olive made to fully face him, but Adam stopped her with two firm hands on her sides. “Watch your game,” he murmured. “I’ll touch you.”
To Olive’s infuriation, he kept his word. Technically. Adam’s fingers still didn’t stray underneath her underwear, and the grazes over her clit were so light, Olive only knew they happened because her eyes were obsessively tracking Adam’s hands.
The moderate thrums of desire within her quickly grew into desperate throbs. Olive lasted ten more minutes before groaning his name.
“What?”
“You’re not doing anything,” Olive said as she squirmed. “I want to come.”
“Do you? Are you sure?”
He had to be joking. Olive was confident she had soaked through her panties and was now dripping her wetness onto Adam’s pants. “Yes. I need—”
“Need?” Adam sounded gleeful, like he’d been waiting for her to say this. “If I’m remembering correctly, sweetheart, all you need is food, water, and to be on time.”
“I… what?” She awkwardly craned her head to look up at him, confused, but then it clicked. In a more exasperated tone, Olive said, “Adam—oh my god. Are you seriously still on that?”
Adam’s smirk quickly transitioned into a scowl. “I’m not on anything, I’m simply reminding you of what you said to me.”
She groaned. “You know what I meant.”
“Yes. That I mean less than nothing to you.”
Olive sighed, then turned to straddle him.
There was still a ghost of a smirk on his face as she looped her arms around his neck. “I love you very much,” she said, shaking him a little with her grip.
Adam leaned closer, rubbing his nose along hers. “But you don’t need me very much?”
“I need you so much.” She lowered, so her pussy rested right over his erection, letting her soaked underwear add to her point. “Can’t you tell?”
“It’s nice to hear.”
Olive smiled and repeated, “I need you,” then kissed him. Desperately seeking friction, she rubbed her aching core against his hardness, and was delighted when Adam moaned into her mouth.
Adam blindly reached for the remote and shut off the television. Then the warm pressure inside her mounted as Adam gripped her hips, massaging the curve where her ass and stomach met, then traced up her sides until he reached her breasts. He didn’t waste time in pulling down her dress and removing her bra, exposing her chest to his eager hands. Adam pressed kisses along her jawline, then licked down her neck. Olive arched up into him, having to lift her core from his erection to give his mouth access to her breasts. Adam teethed and sucked at her nipples, sending dull shocks to her swelling clit.
Olive was through with waiting. She took one of his hands from her chest and moved it between her legs. Adam’s middle finger pushed aside the gusset of her panties and sank into her already contracting cunt. He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, and Olive grinded against him as his finger began to stroke her inner walls.
Thankful that she finally had direct attention on her core, Olive’s orgasm came quickly, briefly disorienting her as pleasure swelled through her body. Olive dug her fingernails into his neck, making Adam moan, the sound muffled since he had half of her breast in his mouth.
He retracted his hand from her cunt, and then there was an audible pop when his lips released the suction around her breast. Olive leaned forward, and Adam met her mouth, kissing her as he maneuvered them sideways onto the couch.
Before she shut her eyes to give her body a moment to settle, she briefly glimpsed Adam sucking his finger clean.
A minute later, she lifted her hips to assist Adam in removing her underwear and bunched-up dress. At this point, Olive realized she was ridiculously wet, and contemplated telling Adam that they should go upstairs to his bedroom, to avoid making a mess on the probably hard-to-clean couch (Olive really wouldn’t know, her and Malcolm never bothered to clean theirs). But the hungry, sensual way Adam was studying her body made more heat pool in her belly, and Olive stifled the suggestion. She didn’t want to spare the fifty seconds it would take to get upstairs.
As he continued staring down at her, Olive’s arousal spiked. “Adam,” she said, her voice breathy and desperate.
He moved back, then lowered himself on top of her center, wrapping his arms around Olive’s thighs to hold her open for him. Adam pressed light kisses on each of her hip bones, then along the edges of her groin, before slowly sliding his tongue between her folds.
He circled her entrance with the tip of his tongue before dipping in to taste her. Olive felt like she was going to melt into the fibers of his couch.
Adam sealed his mouth over her core, lapping up her arousal before tracing around her clit with his tongue. He knew exactly what she liked, what she needed, and it didn’t take long before Olive felt mere moments away from her second orgasm. But once she started squirming underneath him, Adam began to soften his ministrations. He was unhurried now, suddenly switching to gentler sucks and more leisurely licks.
“Adam,” she mumbled, “I want to come.” At this, Adam averted his face from her center, moving his lips to her inner thigh and suckling firmly. “Need,” Olive amended quickly. “I need to come again.”
Against her inner thigh, a visibly self-satisfied Adam said, “But you said want.” He used his tongue to draw random patterns across her thighs, then up and down the creases between her legs and her center.
She didn’t have the patience for this. “Please don’t tease right now, I’m close.”
“You can live without a want, can’t you, sweetheart?”
“No. It’s a need. Need need need. Please.” Olive writhed as much as she could to channel out her desperation, but couldn’t move far at all thanks to Adam’s solid grip. She squeezed her fist and bit down on the edge of her thumb, capturing her frustration somewhere tangible.
“You need food. And—hm, what else?”
“Please. Adam, please lick me. I need to come.”
“I think water made the list? Yes, you definitely said you needed water.” Adam spoke casually, as if he was making a fleeting comment about the weather, not at all like his begging girlfriend’s pussy was spread wide in front of his face. “Was there a third thing?”
Adam returned to sucking at her thighs, making Olive whimper. Her peaked nipples throbbed as if he was teasing there too.
“I need to come. I need you, please.”
“I’m not sure if that’s it, sweetheart. It’s not ringing a bell.” Adam sounded smug, like he already knew this conversation was going to be the highlight of his weekend.
He softly nuzzled his lips against her clit. The touch was essentially nothing, but Olive was so sensitive and close to another orgasm that she loudly cried out at the contact. “Adam, please.” Olive helplessly groped at the cushion underneath her.
He exhaled sharply, sending a breeze of warm air over her folds. “It’s killing me that I can’t remember the third.” Adam nipped at her thigh, then soothed the spot with a lick and a kiss.
The pulsating of her fevered core was becoming unbearable. Weakly, Olive said, “To be on time.”
Adam released a delighted grunt. “To be on time. That’s what it was. Thank you, sweetheart.”
Olive tilted up her pelvis as much as she could. All she managed to say was, “Please, Adam.”
He rubbed his nose along her slit, as though Adam just wanted a moment to smell her, then finally returned his mouth to her cunt. Olive’s back arched as he lapped at her, his tongue warm and flexible as it twisted around and lashed across her clit. Something liquid and molten hot was curling tight behind her navel. Each lick drove her pleasure higher, sending sparks up and down her spine.
She almost screamed his name when she came, and did scream it when Adam, noticing her orgasm, doubled down on her clit, flicking the sensitive nub as hard as he could. Olive wasn’t entirely sure that she was breathing. She didn’t remember when she’d fisted a hand in his hair, but there she was, desperately pulling at his dark strands. His face had to be getting sweaty—Olive’s thighs were tightly pressed against his cheeks—but Adam still wouldn’t let her orgasm end. He kept sucking, his tongue kept flicking, stroking, licking, and the moment stretched and expanded until her second orgasm morphed into a third.
Adam did retreat from her slit then, gently spreading her thighs so he could nuzzle against them as Olive relaxed. He waited until her body had stilled, save for her heaving breaths, and then straightened up.
He didn’t bother removing his clothes. Adam leaned over her while he fumbled with his belt and fly, swiftly freeing his cock from the split in his underwear. Adam smiled at her and used his muscled arms to lower himself so he could press a kiss to her brow. “Love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” said Olive, before sticking her lips out in a pout that made Adam’s eyes darken. “Now fuck me? Please?”
The need to tease seemed to have left Adam. He eased her legs apart to make room for himself between them, then pushed his arms underneath her body to give himself better leverage, wrapping one around her lower and upper back. Olive lifted her arms to encircle his neck.
With both his arms around her, it took a few clumsy humps for Adam to notch his cock against her entrance and press inside.
Olive felt her inner walls spasm around him at the same moment that Adam exhaled a long groan. He pulled out, then thrusted in. Her pebbled nipples, oversensitive from the orgasms, brushed against the fabric of his shirt whenever he pounded into her, sending more tingles of pleasure through Olive’s body. His cock stroked against every inch of her cunt, pulling desperate noises from Olive that would have been embarrassing if she didn’t feel so comfortable around Adam.
She tightened her grip around his neck, bringing her mouth closer to his ear. “I need you,” she whispered, attempting to sound deep and sensual, in spite of the fact that the overwhelming pleasure made her want to shriek.
Another thrust. All Adam managed to choke out was, “Olive.”
Trying to act sexy or desirable didn’t come easily to Olive, but whenever she attempted, Adam made it seem like she’d been successful. “I need you,” she repeated. “And I need to feel you come in me.”
Adam clearly tried to suppress the half-strangled whimper that left him, but failed. He pumped harder and tightly shut his eyes.
She nipped at the patch of skin right underneath his ear, exactly where she knew he was sensitive.
With warning lacing his tone, Adam said, “Olive. Fuck.”
She licked over the skin, then whined and bit again, and it was over for Adam.
He cried out, squeezing her body tighter as he thrusted up. Olive felt every pulse of his cock as he came, steadily filling her with his warm come. Adam moaned and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. He released a few soft grunts as Olive ran her fingers through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck.
“Goddamn,” Adam grumbled. He pulled his cock from Olive, released her and collapsed next to her, laying on his back.
She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, then slid closer to him. His arms lazily wrapped around her as she settled herself on his chest. Olive nuzzled her nose against his shirt and let out a quiet, satisfied sigh.
They laid there for a few minutes, both breathing heavy, both enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth. Then, Olive quietly said, “I do need you. I just also needed to be on time.”
Adam tightened his arms around her. “I know, baby, I know. It didn’t bother me, I was just playing around.” He pressed a long, tender kiss to her head.
“Okay.” Olive raised onto her elbows so she could look at him better. “But Adam?”
“Yes?”
“I need you,” Olive said. “I need you, I need you, I need you, I n—”
“I get it, you smart-ass,” Adam mumbled. He took a handful of her ass and groped, then lightly slapped it, making Olive poke her tongue out at him.
“Also, we made a mess,” said Olive.
“I doubt it.”
Olive could feel the moisture underneath one of her legs, and his release had already begun leaking from her cunt. “I think you’re wrong.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment, and in a dead serious tone, Adam said, “I’m never wrong.”
“There’s a big wet spot right under me.”
“That was probably already there.”
“Probably?” asked Olive.
“It was definitely like that when I bought it.”
“I didn’t know they made couches like that.”
“Hm. Maybe it was used.”
Olive mockingly let her mouth fall open. “Stanford’s superstar professor, Dr. Adam Carlsen, bought a sex-stained secondhand couch?”
As Adam gave her a displeased look, Olive grinned, giddy from the orgasms and teasing him. Upon seeing her expression, he slapped her ass again, slightly harder than before, but there was a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Olive released an exaggerated whine before lying flat and tucking her face into Adam’s neck. “I think we should google how to clean a couch,” said Olive.
“I think you should sit on my face so I can clean you.”
And this seemed like a more preferable option to tracking down wherever it was that she left her cell phone, so Olive scrambled on top of him to comply.