I was not really expecting this to be a five part story, but whatever. Clearly law school taught me an appreciation for thoroughness and detail… Especially in foreplay. If you feel the same check out:
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mzxj63/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n0fkwk/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n0fn9g/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of/)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n0nbwp/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of/)
So I’m not sure I’d recommend strategically rejecting someone like he did to me at the beginning of this story because it’s just as much of a gamble as it is a power move. I’m not being coy when I say he was genuinely starting to piss me off and I questioned whether it was even worth the pursuit, especially because I was busy studying at the time and didn’t know how long I could stand this game. However, the payoff of this gamble is that the two of us had just spent the past several weeks fantasizing about each other (see Part 2), which had given us both some interesting ideas when the night finally unfolded.
All that is to say, when we finally got to his place and I found myself in his bedroom, my confidence waned ever so slightly. Buildup is great but it’s also a lot of pressure. “Are you nervous?” He laughed, reading my expression.
“A little,” I shrugged.
“If I’m being honest, me too.”
I shook my head, “You just fingered me in an alley.”
“Because you took your underwear off in a bar!” We laughed at ourselves then and his smile didn’t drop as he approached me.
“I can kiss you though, right?” I nodded as he put his hand beneath my chin and raised my head up to meet his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair and he responded by moving his hands up and down my dress. It buttoned down the front and I felt him slowly start to undo each button and pull it down past my shoulders to expose my bra. I reached for his shirt and he pulled it over his head quickly. “Is this ok?” He breathed into my ear as he pressed his body into mine. I turned to meet his eyes and gave him a single, pleading nod.
Finally, his hand reached beneath my bra and started playing with me, at first slowly and then harder, faster, aggressive. I threw my head back and let out a moan as he moved his mouth down to bite me gently. I squirmed against the wall, taking a handful of his hair as I whispered his name. I reached below his belt to feel him through his jeans and gently rubbed my hand back and forth.
“Fuck me,” I finally begged him.
He stopped to look up at me with a smile, “No.”
“Please, I… I can’t wait anymore.” His smile got wider as he met my eyes and slowly shook his head. “Fine,” I gasped. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get on your knees.”
I did as I was told and reached to undo his belt and removed it in one motion. I was going to throw it aside, but then I got a better idea. I made a loop by putting the end through his buckle and placed it around my neck. I pulled it just tight enough to choke me slightly and thrust the end into his hand. “Hold this for me,” I smiled. His mouth fell open but he complied.
“Holy shit,” he muttered as I reached to unbutton his jeans and pull them down to his knees. Next I used my teeth to slowly pull down his boxers and then looked up and gave a little chuckle. “Are you laughing at my dick? Because I’m not sure you’re in a position to make me mad right now,” He said playfully as he gave the end of his belt a little tug so it tightened slightly around my neck.
“It’s just… You weren’t lying in the alley. You’re really big.”
I put my hand on his base, took him in my mouth, and started very, very slowly moving my mouth up and down. With his free hand, he reached down to grab my hair, looping it around his hand so he could easily control my rhythm. “Look at me,” he said forcefully, giving the end of his belt another little tug. I turned my eyes towards him and didn’t break his gaze.
So a fun fact about me: I really love sucking dick. I could write an entire essay about this alone, but I’m already on part 5 in this story and need to move it along. My point is that I think about it a lot when I’m getting myself off and I had thought about him specifically about 100 times in the weeks leading up to this moment. Finally having him in my mouth was too much for me.
I paused for just a moment and asked breathlessly, “Can I touch myself?” He looked down with a smile and gave me a nod as I slid my free hand between my legs and started rocking back and forth slightly to bring myself to climax. “Fuck that’s hot,” he moaned, “I want you to come.” I went deeper and watched him squirm above me, his entire body in small convulsions at this point. We continued like this a while, with him occasionally letting out a small gasp of pleasure or whisper of gratitude.
I rubbed myself harder, matching his rhythm as I moved my hand faster and faster until I could feel myself getting close. The intensity built so fast I would have screamed if my mouth wasn’t full. I let my eyes fall momentarily and he tugged on the end of his belt again so I had to look back up. When I finally felt myself orgasm, I almost choked on his dick and tears came to my eyes at the release.
Now it was time to make him come.
I took my other hand off his base and wrapped it around his body so I could push him deeper into my mouth. I went faster, letting him slide down my throat over and over again. I felt him shutter above me and knew he was close.
“Can I come in your mouth?” He breathed. Moments after I gave a little nod, he pulled my head closer to him and let out a final gasp. I let him fill my mouth and swallowed. When he was done, he finally let go of his belt and let me sit back. We stared at each other, breathing heavily for a few moments before we both started laughing with relief.
“Holy shit,” he said, running his hand across his face as he shook his head. “Did you.. Like that?”
I nodded, “Very much so, thank you.”
“God that was hot. You want to know something though?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not done fucking you.”
I’m sorry to do this, I really am. I was not expecting this story to be so long. Look out for part 6.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n17pw2/i_was_studying_for_the_bar_exam_and_had_a_lot_of
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