There Ain't Nothin' That I Need (4/?)
title: There Ain’t Nothin’ That I Need (4/?)
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC-17
word count: 5,619
spoilers: None specific
a/n: Follows the first three parts of the series. Thank you to dearygirl for the beta, AKA reading this more times than is even reasonable as I’ve edited and added to it over the past few weeks, not to mention the capslocking, and the general collaboration and shouting sessions.
Late on Friday night, Annie’s curled in bed with a box of Kleenex when she hears three heavy knocks on the door. She groans as she drags herself up and shuffles out of her room, pulling a fluffy bathrobe on over her pajamas and wrapping it tightly around herself. She pads to the door and checks the peephole before opening it.
Jeff smiles lazily, draped along the door frame.
“Hey babe,” he drawls.
“I’m siiiick,” she moans.
Jeff stumbles backwards a few steps, holding his arms out in front of himself.
“How sick?”
“If you’re going to catch it from me you probably already did.”
Jeff squints at her and she widens her eyes at him in return.
“I woke up like this yesterday,” she explains, “and you remember Wednesday night…”
Jeff’s face breaks into a momentary grin and his eyes glaze over for a moment as he sways slightly in the hallway before stepping closer again.
“Aww,” he tilts his head exaggeratedly. He leans down to wrap his arms around her and nuzzle his nose against her neck. “Make you feel better?”
“I can’t smell anything right now but I can tell your hair smells like cigars.”
“I’ll stay away from your nose,” he mumbles. Annie lets out a pained sigh and Jeff positively giggles against her shoulder. “Take you to beeeed,” he continues, “take off your cloooooothes. You’ll feel so much beeeeeetter.”
“I’ll freeze to death,” Annie mutters darkly. “And you’re drunk.”
“Little. You’re . . . nice.” Jeff’s hands fumble down the front of her robe to pull it open and he glances down at her long-sleeved thermal henley and flannel pajama pants. “You can keep this on,” he adds hopefully, tucking his hands inside the robe at her sides and clawing gently at the soft material of her top.
“Come on, come all the way inside,” Annie sighs, tugging on his sleeve and shutting the door. Jeff allows himself to be directed inside but he stays right behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist again.
“What if someone else was home?” She asks, trailing her hands over his arms now locked around her stomach.
“Are they?”
“No.”
“Back soon?”
“They’re at Pierce’s for the weekend, filming . . . something. I don’t remember, my head’s all stuffy.”
“Okay,” he laughs and turns her around to face him again, runs his hands down to her thighs to scoop her up against his chest.
Annie half-heartedly slings her arms around his neck and wraps her legs around his waist. He starts toward her bedroom but stumbles after a few steps and ends up dumping her back on her feet and careening into the wall to avoid falling to the floor on top of her. Annie stumbles between Jeff and the wall when he drops her and grabs at his shirt to keep herself upright.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, sorrysorrysorry,” he slurs. “Are you okay?”
“I was sore anyway,” she sighs.
“I’ll make you sore,” he mumbles after a beat.
Annie snorts, and it turns into a cough she heaves out against Jeff’s chest, trailing off into a watery pitiful sigh. “My throat hurts so much I want to have it surgically removed,” she whimpers, adding to her list of symptoms.
“Poor baby,” Jeff murmurs back, ducking in to mouth at her throat again.
“How do you know I even want you here? I’m really not in the mood,” Annie’s fingers sliding into Jeff’s hair belie her words and she sighs a little.
“Oh, I’ve caught on to you.”
“Have you?”
“Uh-huh. You’re always in the mood.”
“Am not.”
“Uh-huh. You keep coming back for more,” he finishes, straightening up and backing them up through the doorway to her bedroom. Annie catches his eye and raises an incredulous eyebrow. Jeff grins at her.
“You didn’t drive here did you?”
“Cab,” Jeff answers as he shucks his jacket off and drops it on her floor.
Annie brushes past him and climbs into her bed, collapsing on her side facing him. “I wish you’d called first. I don’t think I’ll be very much fun tonight,” she sighs. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” she adds.
“Said I’ll make you feel better,” he reminds her. He smiles winningly again as he toes off his shoes. Annie spares him a wan grin when he crawls in bed next to her. He lies on his side facing her and runs his hand over her hip to tuck his fingers under the waistband of her pants.
“I don’t think that would help. I have the chills and I’m all achey.”
He scoots closer and downwards, curls his arms around her middle and tucks his head under her chin against her chest. Annie absentmindedly scratches her nails over his scalp.
“Thought about you all night,” he mumbles, running a hand under her shirt and up her back. She rolls her eyes when he slides his hand up high enough to confirm she’s not wearing a bra and lets out a triumphant little guffaw.
“Where were you?” she asks, squirming until he pulls her shirt back down where his arm had bunched it up.
“Out with Alan. I told him about you. Not you you. Said I had a really hot brunette to meet up with.”
“Huh, I’m sure you’re really glad you left right now,” she answers, letting out another hacking cough.
“Mm-hm,” he protests. He rolls Annie to her back and braces himself above her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Okay, drunky.”
“Mm not drunk. I am, I mean, but you are.”
“You’re just saying that so I’ll get in the mood,” she mumbles, threading her fingers back through his hair as Jeff scoots down and slides his cheek over her breast through her shirt, nosing against her nipple and then pulling back to watch it tighten and perk up through the material. He beams up at her and moves to her other side.
“No,” he remembers to protest, reaching up to cup and palm at her chest distractedly. “You should not wear bras more often,” he adds, fascinated.
“That’s not really feasible,” she answers around a yawn.
“Just around me,” he adds, words muffled in his failing effort to open a button at the neckline of her top with his teeth.
Annie, overtaken by another yawn, stretches her arms above her head and arches her back. Jeff pushes up on his arms to let her move and stare down at her body shifting slowly under her clothes.
“That looks so good,” he sighs. “When you move like that? ‘S good.”
He crawls back to sit on his heels and undo the buttons on his own shirt and pull it off, flailing one arm out behind him to rid himself of the sleeve that won’t let go of his arm. Annie shivers as she watches him and wraps her arms around herself.
He forgoes righting his rumpled t-shirt to crawl back down and lie on his side next to her again, this time tugging her onto her side facing away from him and curling both arms around her, one at her waist and the other under her neck and spanning to her shoulder. He loops one leg over hers too and tucks his chin against her shoulder.
“Still cold?”
Annie hums in response, wiggling and shifting back against him and reaching up to tuck her fingers around his forearm. “Little,” she murmurs.
Jeff reaches down and pulls the blankets that had been kicked down to the foot of the bed up over them. Annie hums in satisfaction and closes her eyes, tipping her head back next to his on the pillow, bowed back against him and locked up in his arms. They lay like that for a few minutes, quiet and still, until Annie scratches lightly at his arm and Jeff’s hand twitches over her stomach in response.
“Warm enough now?” Jeff asks. He bites softly at her shoulder.
Annie nods slowly and turns her face deeper into the pillow as Jeff moves to nibble along her neck as well.
“Wanna get you hot,” he whispers.
Annie sighs and squeezes his arm. “I’m not in the mood to reciprocate. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“I don’t want anything, I just wanna do something for you,” he palms a gentle circle over her stomach. “I was distracted all night thinking about it.”
“All night?”
“Mmm,” he hums against her skin, swirling his tongue out below her ear until she shivers against him, making a little sound of assent and then a gasp as Jeff slides his hand over her stomach and into her pajama pants and underwear in a smooth motion. He stops there with just his fingertips nudged beneath the elastic, barely touching her.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, waiting.
Annie nods with a little cough and reaches down to help Jeff tug her pajama pants and underwear off and kick them out from under the blankets to fall to the floor next to the bed. Annie pulls the blankets a little more securely around her waist. Jeff snakes his hand back beneath the blankets and runs it over her bare warm skin from her waist to her thigh and back again. He takes his time sliding his palm up and down in long soft strokes, feeling her settle back against him.
“I like this,” he murmurs. “You should be naked more . . . more naked.”
Annie giggles a little in spite of herself and shivers again when he starts swirling along the same path with the edges of his fingertips.
“Like at school?” she quips, sniffling.
“No,” he whispers quickly, lips soft at her hear. “Just with me.”
Her hands tighten involuntarily against his arm wrapped across her shoulders and she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. Jeff tries to bite at her earlobe but he ends up getting a mouthful of hair. They both snort with laughter as he pauses to brush her hair away before tugging one of her legs back between his to part them and sliding his hand between her thighs.
He takes his time, touching her slowly and softly, mapping out curves and contours between little swirls and dips where he knows she likes them. He leans into her more and more as he touches her until she’s almost flat on her stomach underneath him, cocooned between his body and the mattress. He pulls his hand away, gently bends her knee up and reaches between her parted legs from behind, groaning into her hair at the same time she moans weakly into the pillow.
Annie arches her hips slightly, whimpering at the ache in her joints, but then he delves inside her with a finger and she gasps again.
“You feel so good,” he whispers in her ear, twisting and curling his finger, alternating dipping in shallowly and pressing deep. “Soft, wet . . . fuck, just touching you-”
Jeff pauses and pulls his hand away again and Annie squirms and whines, bracing up on her elbow as much as she can and turning only to see Jeff pulling his finger out of his mouth.
“Roll over?” he asks softly.
Annie glances down at his body laid out mostly on top of her and pushes up with her elbows weakly until Jeff gets the message and crawls off of her. She turns to her back with no small effort, groaning as she flops over. She barely has time to feel self conscious about being naked from the waist down with the blankets now shoved off one side of the bed before Jeff is crawling back over her, spreading her legs around his shoulders and cupping her hips in his hands.
He presses kisses all over her inner thighs and low on her stomach, mumbling against her skin. She barely hears him except for bits and pieces; “warm,” “soft,” obscenities, things about how she smells and tastes, and, notably, “all night.”
She shivers at the tip of his nose skimming her thigh and Jeff kneads lightly at her hips in response, digging his fingertips in just barely as he moves to touch her with his tongue. He goes slowly, his tongue hot and light, barely touching like he’s playing with her.
Annie’s mind wanders to the last time, when he’d been crouched with her leg over his shoulder as she stood propped against his car in a bar parking lot. Now she stays slack and still, doesn’t roll her hips against his mouth or reach for a fistful of his hair. Her eyes drift closed and she hums softly, letting herself fully relax and sink into the mattress as Jeff moves his mouth almost lazily. She’s quiet except for the odd sigh, content to let Jeff wander with his tongue and lips for as long as he likes without urging him deeper, harder or faster, and he does.
It feels like forever and no time at all when she realizes how close she is, how long he’s been working her up to it, and then Jeff’s curling his tongue against her clit and she feels like she’s melting into his mouth when she comes, a gentle shudder rocking through her as she inhales slowly and deeply.
Jeff doesn’t stop, doesn’t move, just keeps working his mouth over her even as she clenches a little when the sensations become sharper. Her thighs tense and he runs a palm up her leg, curling his arm around and grasping at her knee to pull her legs open wider.
She squirms and whimpers but Jeff takes his mouth off of her only to mutter, “again,” in a low voice before shifting his weight so he can reach down with his other hand and slide a finger back inside her.
He immediately starts swirling and crooking his finger while sucking at her clit. Her hips start to roll into his rhythm, aftershocks wringing the tension out of her muscles. Jeff goes harder and faster, curling his finger inside her over and over until Annie’s high pitched moan breaks into a nearly soundless breath in her sore throat as she comes again.
Cool tingles run through the muscles in her back that had felt so tight and hot all night and she lets out deep breaths as Jeff raises his head to mouth over her thigh. His other hand trails and swirls over her abdomen, his fingers splaying up beneath the hem of her shirt.
“More,” she hears herself gasp, her fingers trailing at his arm.
“Yes baby,” he growls, clutching at her thighs and hips impatiently. “If you’re not too sore we can try another position.”
“What is it?” she asks breathlessly.
Jeff disentangles himself from her legs and crawls up to lay on his back next to her, reaching up to punch at her pillows until he’s satisfied with the arrangement. Then he reaches over and grabs her waist, pulling her up to straddle his chest. “Come up here,” he adds, grasping her hips and pulling her forward.
Annie, still out of breath, complies, barely thinking as she crawls forward on her knees until she’s braced above Jeff’s face, her knees sinking into the mattress, and she’s just reaching for the headboard to steady herself when Jeff’s hands splay open over her hips, fingers reaching to curl into the soft swell of her ass.
He pulls her down until he can line his mouth up and run his tongue between her legs and she gasps and jumps a little but his hands steady her and keep her in place, firmly cradling her against his mouth. Annie’s knuckles go white over the looping iron of her headboard as she grips it, trying to keep herself braced in position.
“Closer,” he says, tugging at her hips. “You can move,” he adds as she scoots gingerly. “Like last time.”
Annie lets herself settle slightly and when Jeff plunges his tongue up inside her she gasps, curling her hips against his mouth and feeling some of her tension release when Jeff groans and nods against her.
Now that she’s upright Annie has to sniffle every few minutes but it’s not hard to ignore when Jeff’s large hands wander, pawing at her wherever he can reach as he works her up again. She feels delirious, chilled and shivery but his mouth is still hot and he starts nipping and scraping at her lightly with his teeth, catching her off guard.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, tipping her head back and closing her eyes, shoving away any lingering discomfort and letting Jeff’s encouraging sounds and hands coax her into a rhythm that quickly has her thighs clenching and her hips jerking against his face, any softness in her movements gone as she’s gripped by a third orgasm.
A short groan burns her throat and she quickly goes quiet again but her eyes screw more tightly shut and her mouth falls open, her breath coming out in short bursts and the muscles in her thighs trembling with effort to support her.
This time Jeff lets her come down from it, using his hands to help hold her up and with a few more gentle licks helps her crawl off of him to curl on her side on the mattress next to him. He leans up on one elbow and reaches over her to drag the blankets back up over her bare lower half, flopping onto his back and raising one arm to drag the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs under his breath. Annie moans, still limply curled into a loose ball and breathing hard. He rolls his head to the side to watch her for a moment. “Did I break you?”
Annie makes a weak sound, shuffling her hand across the blankets to curl her fingers over his hip. She shakes her head slowly after another moment. “’M alive,” she murmurs.
“You’re awesome,” he drawls back. He heaves himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and sits there, shoulders slumped for a few moments. Annie forces her eyes open and watches him slowly scrub a hand over the back of his neck. “Gonna get some water, you want anything?”
“Mm, water,” she sighs hoarsely. “And Nyquil, it’s by the sink in the bathroom.”
“’Kay.”
When Jeff returns he finds Annie, having righted the blankets, lying on her side facing away from the door. Jeff sets his glass of water on the nightstand and kneels on the bed to hand her a small glass and two Nyquil capsules. Annie stirs and turns over, sitting up and taking the medicine as Jeff strips off his jeans and socks and leaves them balled on the floor before he crawls into the bed. He lifts the blankets and peeks underneath as he does.
“Boooooo,” he jeers when he sees she’s wearing underwear again.
“I don’t sleep naked,” she shrugs and scoots back down, turning on her side and sighing in contentment when Jeff spoons himself against her back.
“I didn’t think you were gonna be conscious enough to notice,” he teases, reaching back to switch off the lamp on the nightstand behind him. When he curls around her again he tugs aside the neckline of her shirt and mouths at her bare shoulder.
“No reciprocation,” she mumbles, eyes already closed. “You said.”
“I just like tasting you,” he whispers and dips his tongue out against her skin.
Annie feels her cheeks color hotly in the dark but she whispers back, “Next time it’s your turn.”
“Fuck yeah!” Jeff cheers sleepily.
Annie sneezes instead of answering.
_
It’s the middle of the following week before Annie’s made a full recovery and texts Jeff on Wednesday afternoon to meet her after her last class. When he comes down the little-used hallway where she told him to meet her she’s leaning against the wall next to an unmarked door fiddling with her phone.
“What’s up kiddo?”
Annie looks up, glancing quickly around the hallway before stepping to one side to open the door behind her and crook her finger for Jeff to follow. The room beyond her is dark but he follows her in, grinning down at her and shooting a quick glance over his shoulder as he steps in and the door falls shut behind him. As soon as the door is closed the room is almost completely black with only the barest hints of light at the corners of the door. Jeff stands just inside and Annie feels blindly around him to flip the lock.
“Guess what’s special about this supply closet?”
“Uh, I don’t know, I can’t see it.”
“It’s the only one on campus with a door that locks only from the inside.”
“And how did you find that out?”
“The dean might have let it slip that he hoped nobody figured out this is where they keep the lost and found.”
“Really.”
“Yep.”
“And you thought that’d get me hot?”
“No, but I thought I might.” There’s a sound of her backpack landing on the floor beside her.
Jeff lets out a mildly shocked laugh, touching Annie’s waist with one hand and leaning down to set his books on the floor with the other. Once he straightens again Annie reaches around his waist to flip the light switch. Nothing happens. She flips it down then up again. Still nothing. She feels along the wall for another switch, but there is none.
When Jeff’s voice rumbles out into the darkness there’s an edge of a laugh in it. “Plan’s going well I see.”
“I didn’t test the light,” Annie admits sullenly. “I guess we can just go back to your place.”
“Are you tired of my place?”
“No, I just thought this might be fun.” she abandons the light switch and runs her hands from Jeff’s sides up to his chest.
“What’d you have in mind, kitten?”
Annie pauses briefly and traces her index fingers along the pockets on Jeff’s shirt. “Whatever you want,” she answers. There’s a little shiver in her voice. “I owe you.”
“Don’t say that,” he murmurs, running his hands up her arms and resting them lightly at her neck. He brushes his thumbs up along the underside of her jaw. “Don’t-” he sighs “-please don’t think of this like that.”
“I don’t,” she answers quickly. She steps closer and reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him closer to mouth upwards along his neck and flick at his earlobe with her tongue before biting lightly. Jeff hums in reply and curls his arms around her waist, bringing her up tighter against his chest.
Annie continues between pecking kisses along his jaw, “I know it’s not like that. It’s just, I really like reciprocating. Everything you do to me . . .” she trails off.
Jeff dips her backwards slightly and buries his nose against her neck. “Tell me,” he whispers.
Annie’s eyes dart blindly around the room as she feels a flaming blush spread over her face. “When . . . when you use your mouth?”
“Mm,” Jeff groans. “You taste so fucking good.”
“And you put your tongue inside.”
“Yeah, you like that?”
“It feels so good - I can’t help it - that’s why I can’t stay still when you do it-”
“-like you’re fucking my tongue, the way you move.”
“Yes.”
Jeff groans and tugs Annie down with him as he sits on the floor with his back against the door and stretches his legs out in front of him.
“Come here.”
She sinks down and straddles his lap, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders to guide her. He runs his palms over her arms, one hand sliding against her neck and his thumb trailing out over her mouth as he reaches down with the other to pick at the neckline of her blouse, finding the small buttons that hold it closed and working them open one by one.
“Keep going,” he whispers, his voice now competing with their breaths growing harsher in the darkness. “Talk to me about what you like.” He pulls her closer, pressing kisses all over her neck and down over her collarbone.
Annie nods slowly and closes her eyes, concentrating on memories of the past few weeks since they’d started meeting and meeting like this. He palms at one of her breasts, cupping and pressing it up as he mouths lower along her chest.
“The first time . . . when I gave you head, and you kept moving even though you were trying not to, that’s when I knew I wanted to do what we did last time, when I was on my knees, “Annie takes a deep breath, testing the words out in her mind before she says them aloud, “and you . . . fucked my mouth.”
“Jesus.” Jeff tugs impatiently at Annie’s top with both hands.
She pulls his hands away and starts undoing the buttons herself. Jeff grips at her jaw and trails the fingertips of his other hand over her lips, his eyes open wide as if he can see it when Annie parts her lips and takes two of his fingers into her mouth. She sighs when he plays at her tongue and then slides his fingers deeper and she closes her lips and sucks. When she gets the last button undone Jeff pulls his fingers from her mouth and his hands fall back to her chest immediately, her blouse open and brushed aside.
“I liked it when you ripped my tights,” she says shyly.
“And your panties,” Jeff reminds her, sliding a fingertip beneath the edge of one cup of her bra.
“I kept them. I have them in my nightstand.”
“Such a bad girl,” he purrs, circling his arms around her again to run his fingers along the band of her bra.
“It’s in the front,” she whispers, and he’s flicking open the clasp a second later. He works his hands upwards slowly, starting at her stomach and trailing his fingertips up her ribs before he cups her bare breasts in his hands, brushing his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
“Oh god your hands,” she gasps, covering his hands with hers briefly before she runs her fingertips up his arms to rest around his neck. “I really like how big your hands are.”
Jeff squeezes and kneads, feeling her up thoroughly while she starts to squirm in his lap.
Annie continues breathily, “-when you have your fingers inside me, and they go so deep-” she breaks off in a squeak when he pinches one nipple and then rolls the other between two fingertips until she lets out a loud shocked moan.
Jeff leans up quickly and kisses her, silencing her effectively.
“Shh, inside voice,” he whispers, grinning when she whines quietly.
“Don’t stop, I’ll be quiet.”
“Promise?”
Annie fists her hands in his hair and jerks a little, holding Jeff’s head at the angle she wants and leaning in to kiss him deeply. He complies with her request, flicking and circling at her nipples with his thumbs and letting out a breathy groan for each one of her stifled squeals of pleasure.
“Fuck, I wish I could see you right now,” he sighs.
“I like it when you swear,” she murmurs back, “last time you talked a lot more, I like . . . I like hearing your voice while you’re touching me, hearing it when you get turned on.”
“Likewise,” he replies, planting little kisses over her chin and down her neck, tugging at her waist to get her to sit up on her knees. “-make you scream,” he mutters before he continues downwards. He mouths softly over her skin, licks and scrapes his stubbly chin lightly here and there until he’s swirling his tongue out around her nipple.
She inhales sharply and her nails scrape his scalp.
Jeff pulls away slightly, murmuring “Like that?”
Annie nods even though he can’t see it, a wordless sound pulled from her mouth as Jeff kisses across to her other breast.
“Yes, I never,” Annie starts, then trails off.
She lets her head fall back and keeps her hands in Jeff’s hair, cradling his head against her chest, and he hums and licks at her again before closing his lips around her nipple and sucking. Annie lets go of his hair only to clutch harder at the back of his collar. He bites gently, closes his mouth around her nipple and sucks again, then rubs at her with the flat of his tongue.
“Oohh, that’s so good,” she adds breathlessly. She forces her fingers to relax from the fabric of his shirt and scratches at his shoulders through the material. “This was supposed to be your turn,” she admonishes. Jeff pulls his mouth from her with a slight pop and she shivers again.
“You think a mouthful of your tits is somehow not pleasurable for me?”
“Jeff.”
“’M serious,” he mumbles back, his words muffled into her breasts.
“I want to make you come,” she whispers, settling back down against his legs and working her hands between them to unbuckle his belt. “I like making you come.”
Jeff groans and juts his hips up, helping her get his zipper down. “Keep talking.”
Annie scoots back slightly on his lap and works both hands into his jeans. She noses against his cheek and hums softly as she thinks.
“When I came over to write my paper all I could think about was how fast I could finish it so I could get in bed with you.”
“I knew it,” he answers through a smile, reaching up to cradle the back of her head with one hand.
Annie grins and cups one palm against his balls and explores carefully with the fingertips of her other hand to find the slit in his briefs.
“I could have gotten off just from grinding on your thigh,” she whispers next to his ear, closing her hand around his cock and squeezing.
Jeff groans. “Thought you were going to give me a stroke.”
“I did, remember?” Annie giggles. She raises a hand to her mouth and spits into her palm, reaching back down to start pumping her fist around him slowly, twisting her wrist when she gets to the head. Jeff moans weakly and trails his fingers through her hair.
“I like how big you are,” she murmurs. “Not just,” she pauses, and Jeff grins into the darkness, “I mean everywhere. Your hands, and how tall you are, and just . . . everything.”
“You’re just tiny,” he mutters back, closing his hand around the back of her neck and reaching down with his other to grasp at her hip. “So tight, every time I touch you, I can’t wait to-”
Annie cuts him off, turning her face quickly and catching his mouth with hers. He kisses her back after a moment, distracted and overwhelmed by her hands working intently and her hips gently rocking against his thighs to the same quickening rhythm. He paws at her restlessly, leans forward to bury his face against her chest and runs his tongue between her breasts, pressed together snugly by her arms on either side.
When he lifts his head again, eyes starting to squeeze shut as he get closer, Annie noses against his cheek and murmurs a breathy, “Come for me Jeff,” copying words he’s said to her before.
He does, clutching at her and dipping his forehead against her collarbone. His heavy breaths flush over her chest for a few moments before Jeff lifts his head and Annie gently extricates her hands from his jeans.
He pulls her close and drops kisses all over her face and neck until she giggles and he laughs along with her. Annie quiets, closing her eyes to the pitch black room. She curls into him and rests her cheek on his shoulder as he starts rubbing circles over her back.
“You’re fun,” he sighs.
“You’re hot,” she blurts out in reply.
Jeff laughs again.
“You’re also horrible for my staying power. It’s embarrassing how fast you can get me off.”
Annie lifts her head and pecks at his cheek, shrugging out of his arms. There’s a sound of fabric rustling and a faint snap when she fastens her bra.
“I prefer,” she says as she reaches over to rummage around inside her backpack for a moment, “to think of it as being a quick learner,” she finishes. There’s a rustle of plastic then she’s pressing a wet wipe into Jeff’s hand.
“Always prepared, huh?”
“Wet wipes are useful for a lot of things Jeff.”
“Yeah, including getting come off your hands when you’ve been jerking someone off in a supply closet. At school.” Jeff tsks. “Annie I never knew how dirty you were all this time.”
“You participated!”
“Gladly. But next time you want to get kinky we’re doing it somewhere with lights.”
“Deal.” Annie pauses for a moment, then adds, “Whipped cream?”
Jeff chuckles, but there’s a wince in it. “I guess, but bring your own sheets.”
Annie bounces giddily in his lap. “I think the boys are finishing their movie this weekend. I can come over Friday night.”
“Sure my apartment is fancy enough for you babe? I mean, now that I know all the scandalous things you think about, isn’t it too tame for such a wanton woman?”
“Then you can come over to my apartment.”
“Mmm, those stuffed animals in your room do really get me going.”
“Now who’s kinky?” Annie pokes at Jeff’s chest and he grabs her hand in his and tugs her close.
“You and me baby.”
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
rating: NC-17
word count: 5,619
spoilers: None specific
a/n: Follows the first three parts of the series. Thank you to dearygirl for the beta, AKA reading this more times than is even reasonable as I’ve edited and added to it over the past few weeks, not to mention the capslocking, and the general collaboration and shouting sessions.
Late on Friday night, Annie’s curled in bed with a box of Kleenex when she hears three heavy knocks on the door. She groans as she drags herself up and shuffles out of her room, pulling a fluffy bathrobe on over her pajamas and wrapping it tightly around herself. She pads to the door and checks the peephole before opening it.
Jeff smiles lazily, draped along the door frame.
“Hey babe,” he drawls.
“I’m siiiick,” she moans.
Jeff stumbles backwards a few steps, holding his arms out in front of himself.
“How sick?”
“If you’re going to catch it from me you probably already did.”
Jeff squints at her and she widens her eyes at him in return.
“I woke up like this yesterday,” she explains, “and you remember Wednesday night…”
Jeff’s face breaks into a momentary grin and his eyes glaze over for a moment as he sways slightly in the hallway before stepping closer again.
“Aww,” he tilts his head exaggeratedly. He leans down to wrap his arms around her and nuzzle his nose against her neck. “Make you feel better?”
“I can’t smell anything right now but I can tell your hair smells like cigars.”
“I’ll stay away from your nose,” he mumbles. Annie lets out a pained sigh and Jeff positively giggles against her shoulder. “Take you to beeeed,” he continues, “take off your cloooooothes. You’ll feel so much beeeeeetter.”
“I’ll freeze to death,” Annie mutters darkly. “And you’re drunk.”
“Little. You’re . . . nice.” Jeff’s hands fumble down the front of her robe to pull it open and he glances down at her long-sleeved thermal henley and flannel pajama pants. “You can keep this on,” he adds hopefully, tucking his hands inside the robe at her sides and clawing gently at the soft material of her top.
“Come on, come all the way inside,” Annie sighs, tugging on his sleeve and shutting the door. Jeff allows himself to be directed inside but he stays right behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist again.
“What if someone else was home?” She asks, trailing her hands over his arms now locked around her stomach.
“Are they?”
“No.”
“Back soon?”
“They’re at Pierce’s for the weekend, filming . . . something. I don’t remember, my head’s all stuffy.”
“Okay,” he laughs and turns her around to face him again, runs his hands down to her thighs to scoop her up against his chest.
Annie half-heartedly slings her arms around his neck and wraps her legs around his waist. He starts toward her bedroom but stumbles after a few steps and ends up dumping her back on her feet and careening into the wall to avoid falling to the floor on top of her. Annie stumbles between Jeff and the wall when he drops her and grabs at his shirt to keep herself upright.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, sorrysorrysorry,” he slurs. “Are you okay?”
“I was sore anyway,” she sighs.
“I’ll make you sore,” he mumbles after a beat.
Annie snorts, and it turns into a cough she heaves out against Jeff’s chest, trailing off into a watery pitiful sigh. “My throat hurts so much I want to have it surgically removed,” she whimpers, adding to her list of symptoms.
“Poor baby,” Jeff murmurs back, ducking in to mouth at her throat again.
“How do you know I even want you here? I’m really not in the mood,” Annie’s fingers sliding into Jeff’s hair belie her words and she sighs a little.
“Oh, I’ve caught on to you.”
“Have you?”
“Uh-huh. You’re always in the mood.”
“Am not.”
“Uh-huh. You keep coming back for more,” he finishes, straightening up and backing them up through the doorway to her bedroom. Annie catches his eye and raises an incredulous eyebrow. Jeff grins at her.
“You didn’t drive here did you?”
“Cab,” Jeff answers as he shucks his jacket off and drops it on her floor.
Annie brushes past him and climbs into her bed, collapsing on her side facing him. “I wish you’d called first. I don’t think I’ll be very much fun tonight,” she sighs. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” she adds.
“Said I’ll make you feel better,” he reminds her. He smiles winningly again as he toes off his shoes. Annie spares him a wan grin when he crawls in bed next to her. He lies on his side facing her and runs his hand over her hip to tuck his fingers under the waistband of her pants.
“I don’t think that would help. I have the chills and I’m all achey.”
He scoots closer and downwards, curls his arms around her middle and tucks his head under her chin against her chest. Annie absentmindedly scratches her nails over his scalp.
“Thought about you all night,” he mumbles, running a hand under her shirt and up her back. She rolls her eyes when he slides his hand up high enough to confirm she’s not wearing a bra and lets out a triumphant little guffaw.
“Where were you?” she asks, squirming until he pulls her shirt back down where his arm had bunched it up.
“Out with Alan. I told him about you. Not you you. Said I had a really hot brunette to meet up with.”
“Huh, I’m sure you’re really glad you left right now,” she answers, letting out another hacking cough.
“Mm-hm,” he protests. He rolls Annie to her back and braces himself above her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Okay, drunky.”
“Mm not drunk. I am, I mean, but you are.”
“You’re just saying that so I’ll get in the mood,” she mumbles, threading her fingers back through his hair as Jeff scoots down and slides his cheek over her breast through her shirt, nosing against her nipple and then pulling back to watch it tighten and perk up through the material. He beams up at her and moves to her other side.
“No,” he remembers to protest, reaching up to cup and palm at her chest distractedly. “You should not wear bras more often,” he adds, fascinated.
“That’s not really feasible,” she answers around a yawn.
“Just around me,” he adds, words muffled in his failing effort to open a button at the neckline of her top with his teeth.
Annie, overtaken by another yawn, stretches her arms above her head and arches her back. Jeff pushes up on his arms to let her move and stare down at her body shifting slowly under her clothes.
“That looks so good,” he sighs. “When you move like that? ‘S good.”
He crawls back to sit on his heels and undo the buttons on his own shirt and pull it off, flailing one arm out behind him to rid himself of the sleeve that won’t let go of his arm. Annie shivers as she watches him and wraps her arms around herself.
He forgoes righting his rumpled t-shirt to crawl back down and lie on his side next to her again, this time tugging her onto her side facing away from him and curling both arms around her, one at her waist and the other under her neck and spanning to her shoulder. He loops one leg over hers too and tucks his chin against her shoulder.
“Still cold?”
Annie hums in response, wiggling and shifting back against him and reaching up to tuck her fingers around his forearm. “Little,” she murmurs.
Jeff reaches down and pulls the blankets that had been kicked down to the foot of the bed up over them. Annie hums in satisfaction and closes her eyes, tipping her head back next to his on the pillow, bowed back against him and locked up in his arms. They lay like that for a few minutes, quiet and still, until Annie scratches lightly at his arm and Jeff’s hand twitches over her stomach in response.
“Warm enough now?” Jeff asks. He bites softly at her shoulder.
Annie nods slowly and turns her face deeper into the pillow as Jeff moves to nibble along her neck as well.
“Wanna get you hot,” he whispers.
Annie sighs and squeezes his arm. “I’m not in the mood to reciprocate. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“I don’t want anything, I just wanna do something for you,” he palms a gentle circle over her stomach. “I was distracted all night thinking about it.”
“All night?”
“Mmm,” he hums against her skin, swirling his tongue out below her ear until she shivers against him, making a little sound of assent and then a gasp as Jeff slides his hand over her stomach and into her pajama pants and underwear in a smooth motion. He stops there with just his fingertips nudged beneath the elastic, barely touching her.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, waiting.
Annie nods with a little cough and reaches down to help Jeff tug her pajama pants and underwear off and kick them out from under the blankets to fall to the floor next to the bed. Annie pulls the blankets a little more securely around her waist. Jeff snakes his hand back beneath the blankets and runs it over her bare warm skin from her waist to her thigh and back again. He takes his time sliding his palm up and down in long soft strokes, feeling her settle back against him.
“I like this,” he murmurs. “You should be naked more . . . more naked.”
Annie giggles a little in spite of herself and shivers again when he starts swirling along the same path with the edges of his fingertips.
“Like at school?” she quips, sniffling.
“No,” he whispers quickly, lips soft at her hear. “Just with me.”
Her hands tighten involuntarily against his arm wrapped across her shoulders and she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. Jeff tries to bite at her earlobe but he ends up getting a mouthful of hair. They both snort with laughter as he pauses to brush her hair away before tugging one of her legs back between his to part them and sliding his hand between her thighs.
He takes his time, touching her slowly and softly, mapping out curves and contours between little swirls and dips where he knows she likes them. He leans into her more and more as he touches her until she’s almost flat on her stomach underneath him, cocooned between his body and the mattress. He pulls his hand away, gently bends her knee up and reaches between her parted legs from behind, groaning into her hair at the same time she moans weakly into the pillow.
Annie arches her hips slightly, whimpering at the ache in her joints, but then he delves inside her with a finger and she gasps again.
“You feel so good,” he whispers in her ear, twisting and curling his finger, alternating dipping in shallowly and pressing deep. “Soft, wet . . . fuck, just touching you-”
Jeff pauses and pulls his hand away again and Annie squirms and whines, bracing up on her elbow as much as she can and turning only to see Jeff pulling his finger out of his mouth.
“Roll over?” he asks softly.
Annie glances down at his body laid out mostly on top of her and pushes up with her elbows weakly until Jeff gets the message and crawls off of her. She turns to her back with no small effort, groaning as she flops over. She barely has time to feel self conscious about being naked from the waist down with the blankets now shoved off one side of the bed before Jeff is crawling back over her, spreading her legs around his shoulders and cupping her hips in his hands.
He presses kisses all over her inner thighs and low on her stomach, mumbling against her skin. She barely hears him except for bits and pieces; “warm,” “soft,” obscenities, things about how she smells and tastes, and, notably, “all night.”
She shivers at the tip of his nose skimming her thigh and Jeff kneads lightly at her hips in response, digging his fingertips in just barely as he moves to touch her with his tongue. He goes slowly, his tongue hot and light, barely touching like he’s playing with her.
Annie’s mind wanders to the last time, when he’d been crouched with her leg over his shoulder as she stood propped against his car in a bar parking lot. Now she stays slack and still, doesn’t roll her hips against his mouth or reach for a fistful of his hair. Her eyes drift closed and she hums softly, letting herself fully relax and sink into the mattress as Jeff moves his mouth almost lazily. She’s quiet except for the odd sigh, content to let Jeff wander with his tongue and lips for as long as he likes without urging him deeper, harder or faster, and he does.
It feels like forever and no time at all when she realizes how close she is, how long he’s been working her up to it, and then Jeff’s curling his tongue against her clit and she feels like she’s melting into his mouth when she comes, a gentle shudder rocking through her as she inhales slowly and deeply.
Jeff doesn’t stop, doesn’t move, just keeps working his mouth over her even as she clenches a little when the sensations become sharper. Her thighs tense and he runs a palm up her leg, curling his arm around and grasping at her knee to pull her legs open wider.
She squirms and whimpers but Jeff takes his mouth off of her only to mutter, “again,” in a low voice before shifting his weight so he can reach down with his other hand and slide a finger back inside her.
He immediately starts swirling and crooking his finger while sucking at her clit. Her hips start to roll into his rhythm, aftershocks wringing the tension out of her muscles. Jeff goes harder and faster, curling his finger inside her over and over until Annie’s high pitched moan breaks into a nearly soundless breath in her sore throat as she comes again.
Cool tingles run through the muscles in her back that had felt so tight and hot all night and she lets out deep breaths as Jeff raises his head to mouth over her thigh. His other hand trails and swirls over her abdomen, his fingers splaying up beneath the hem of her shirt.
“More,” she hears herself gasp, her fingers trailing at his arm.
“Yes baby,” he growls, clutching at her thighs and hips impatiently. “If you’re not too sore we can try another position.”
“What is it?” she asks breathlessly.
Jeff disentangles himself from her legs and crawls up to lay on his back next to her, reaching up to punch at her pillows until he’s satisfied with the arrangement. Then he reaches over and grabs her waist, pulling her up to straddle his chest. “Come up here,” he adds, grasping her hips and pulling her forward.
Annie, still out of breath, complies, barely thinking as she crawls forward on her knees until she’s braced above Jeff’s face, her knees sinking into the mattress, and she’s just reaching for the headboard to steady herself when Jeff’s hands splay open over her hips, fingers reaching to curl into the soft swell of her ass.
He pulls her down until he can line his mouth up and run his tongue between her legs and she gasps and jumps a little but his hands steady her and keep her in place, firmly cradling her against his mouth. Annie’s knuckles go white over the looping iron of her headboard as she grips it, trying to keep herself braced in position.
“Closer,” he says, tugging at her hips. “You can move,” he adds as she scoots gingerly. “Like last time.”
Annie lets herself settle slightly and when Jeff plunges his tongue up inside her she gasps, curling her hips against his mouth and feeling some of her tension release when Jeff groans and nods against her.
Now that she’s upright Annie has to sniffle every few minutes but it’s not hard to ignore when Jeff’s large hands wander, pawing at her wherever he can reach as he works her up again. She feels delirious, chilled and shivery but his mouth is still hot and he starts nipping and scraping at her lightly with his teeth, catching her off guard.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, tipping her head back and closing her eyes, shoving away any lingering discomfort and letting Jeff’s encouraging sounds and hands coax her into a rhythm that quickly has her thighs clenching and her hips jerking against his face, any softness in her movements gone as she’s gripped by a third orgasm.
A short groan burns her throat and she quickly goes quiet again but her eyes screw more tightly shut and her mouth falls open, her breath coming out in short bursts and the muscles in her thighs trembling with effort to support her.
This time Jeff lets her come down from it, using his hands to help hold her up and with a few more gentle licks helps her crawl off of him to curl on her side on the mattress next to him. He leans up on one elbow and reaches over her to drag the blankets back up over her bare lower half, flopping onto his back and raising one arm to drag the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs under his breath. Annie moans, still limply curled into a loose ball and breathing hard. He rolls his head to the side to watch her for a moment. “Did I break you?”
Annie makes a weak sound, shuffling her hand across the blankets to curl her fingers over his hip. She shakes her head slowly after another moment. “’M alive,” she murmurs.
“You’re awesome,” he drawls back. He heaves himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and sits there, shoulders slumped for a few moments. Annie forces her eyes open and watches him slowly scrub a hand over the back of his neck. “Gonna get some water, you want anything?”
“Mm, water,” she sighs hoarsely. “And Nyquil, it’s by the sink in the bathroom.”
“’Kay.”
When Jeff returns he finds Annie, having righted the blankets, lying on her side facing away from the door. Jeff sets his glass of water on the nightstand and kneels on the bed to hand her a small glass and two Nyquil capsules. Annie stirs and turns over, sitting up and taking the medicine as Jeff strips off his jeans and socks and leaves them balled on the floor before he crawls into the bed. He lifts the blankets and peeks underneath as he does.
“Boooooo,” he jeers when he sees she’s wearing underwear again.
“I don’t sleep naked,” she shrugs and scoots back down, turning on her side and sighing in contentment when Jeff spoons himself against her back.
“I didn’t think you were gonna be conscious enough to notice,” he teases, reaching back to switch off the lamp on the nightstand behind him. When he curls around her again he tugs aside the neckline of her shirt and mouths at her bare shoulder.
“No reciprocation,” she mumbles, eyes already closed. “You said.”
“I just like tasting you,” he whispers and dips his tongue out against her skin.
Annie feels her cheeks color hotly in the dark but she whispers back, “Next time it’s your turn.”
“Fuck yeah!” Jeff cheers sleepily.
Annie sneezes instead of answering.
_
It’s the middle of the following week before Annie’s made a full recovery and texts Jeff on Wednesday afternoon to meet her after her last class. When he comes down the little-used hallway where she told him to meet her she’s leaning against the wall next to an unmarked door fiddling with her phone.
“What’s up kiddo?”
Annie looks up, glancing quickly around the hallway before stepping to one side to open the door behind her and crook her finger for Jeff to follow. The room beyond her is dark but he follows her in, grinning down at her and shooting a quick glance over his shoulder as he steps in and the door falls shut behind him. As soon as the door is closed the room is almost completely black with only the barest hints of light at the corners of the door. Jeff stands just inside and Annie feels blindly around him to flip the lock.
“Guess what’s special about this supply closet?”
“Uh, I don’t know, I can’t see it.”
“It’s the only one on campus with a door that locks only from the inside.”
“And how did you find that out?”
“The dean might have let it slip that he hoped nobody figured out this is where they keep the lost and found.”
“Really.”
“Yep.”
“And you thought that’d get me hot?”
“No, but I thought I might.” There’s a sound of her backpack landing on the floor beside her.
Jeff lets out a mildly shocked laugh, touching Annie’s waist with one hand and leaning down to set his books on the floor with the other. Once he straightens again Annie reaches around his waist to flip the light switch. Nothing happens. She flips it down then up again. Still nothing. She feels along the wall for another switch, but there is none.
When Jeff’s voice rumbles out into the darkness there’s an edge of a laugh in it. “Plan’s going well I see.”
“I didn’t test the light,” Annie admits sullenly. “I guess we can just go back to your place.”
“Are you tired of my place?”
“No, I just thought this might be fun.” she abandons the light switch and runs her hands from Jeff’s sides up to his chest.
“What’d you have in mind, kitten?”
Annie pauses briefly and traces her index fingers along the pockets on Jeff’s shirt. “Whatever you want,” she answers. There’s a little shiver in her voice. “I owe you.”
“Don’t say that,” he murmurs, running his hands up her arms and resting them lightly at her neck. He brushes his thumbs up along the underside of her jaw. “Don’t-” he sighs “-please don’t think of this like that.”
“I don’t,” she answers quickly. She steps closer and reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him closer to mouth upwards along his neck and flick at his earlobe with her tongue before biting lightly. Jeff hums in reply and curls his arms around her waist, bringing her up tighter against his chest.
Annie continues between pecking kisses along his jaw, “I know it’s not like that. It’s just, I really like reciprocating. Everything you do to me . . .” she trails off.
Jeff dips her backwards slightly and buries his nose against her neck. “Tell me,” he whispers.
Annie’s eyes dart blindly around the room as she feels a flaming blush spread over her face. “When . . . when you use your mouth?”
“Mm,” Jeff groans. “You taste so fucking good.”
“And you put your tongue inside.”
“Yeah, you like that?”
“It feels so good - I can’t help it - that’s why I can’t stay still when you do it-”
“-like you’re fucking my tongue, the way you move.”
“Yes.”
Jeff groans and tugs Annie down with him as he sits on the floor with his back against the door and stretches his legs out in front of him.
“Come here.”
She sinks down and straddles his lap, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders to guide her. He runs his palms over her arms, one hand sliding against her neck and his thumb trailing out over her mouth as he reaches down with the other to pick at the neckline of her blouse, finding the small buttons that hold it closed and working them open one by one.
“Keep going,” he whispers, his voice now competing with their breaths growing harsher in the darkness. “Talk to me about what you like.” He pulls her closer, pressing kisses all over her neck and down over her collarbone.
Annie nods slowly and closes her eyes, concentrating on memories of the past few weeks since they’d started meeting and meeting like this. He palms at one of her breasts, cupping and pressing it up as he mouths lower along her chest.
“The first time . . . when I gave you head, and you kept moving even though you were trying not to, that’s when I knew I wanted to do what we did last time, when I was on my knees, “Annie takes a deep breath, testing the words out in her mind before she says them aloud, “and you . . . fucked my mouth.”
“Jesus.” Jeff tugs impatiently at Annie’s top with both hands.
She pulls his hands away and starts undoing the buttons herself. Jeff grips at her jaw and trails the fingertips of his other hand over her lips, his eyes open wide as if he can see it when Annie parts her lips and takes two of his fingers into her mouth. She sighs when he plays at her tongue and then slides his fingers deeper and she closes her lips and sucks. When she gets the last button undone Jeff pulls his fingers from her mouth and his hands fall back to her chest immediately, her blouse open and brushed aside.
“I liked it when you ripped my tights,” she says shyly.
“And your panties,” Jeff reminds her, sliding a fingertip beneath the edge of one cup of her bra.
“I kept them. I have them in my nightstand.”
“Such a bad girl,” he purrs, circling his arms around her again to run his fingers along the band of her bra.
“It’s in the front,” she whispers, and he’s flicking open the clasp a second later. He works his hands upwards slowly, starting at her stomach and trailing his fingertips up her ribs before he cups her bare breasts in his hands, brushing his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
“Oh god your hands,” she gasps, covering his hands with hers briefly before she runs her fingertips up his arms to rest around his neck. “I really like how big your hands are.”
Jeff squeezes and kneads, feeling her up thoroughly while she starts to squirm in his lap.
Annie continues breathily, “-when you have your fingers inside me, and they go so deep-” she breaks off in a squeak when he pinches one nipple and then rolls the other between two fingertips until she lets out a loud shocked moan.
Jeff leans up quickly and kisses her, silencing her effectively.
“Shh, inside voice,” he whispers, grinning when she whines quietly.
“Don’t stop, I’ll be quiet.”
“Promise?”
Annie fists her hands in his hair and jerks a little, holding Jeff’s head at the angle she wants and leaning in to kiss him deeply. He complies with her request, flicking and circling at her nipples with his thumbs and letting out a breathy groan for each one of her stifled squeals of pleasure.
“Fuck, I wish I could see you right now,” he sighs.
“I like it when you swear,” she murmurs back, “last time you talked a lot more, I like . . . I like hearing your voice while you’re touching me, hearing it when you get turned on.”
“Likewise,” he replies, planting little kisses over her chin and down her neck, tugging at her waist to get her to sit up on her knees. “-make you scream,” he mutters before he continues downwards. He mouths softly over her skin, licks and scrapes his stubbly chin lightly here and there until he’s swirling his tongue out around her nipple.
She inhales sharply and her nails scrape his scalp.
Jeff pulls away slightly, murmuring “Like that?”
Annie nods even though he can’t see it, a wordless sound pulled from her mouth as Jeff kisses across to her other breast.
“Yes, I never,” Annie starts, then trails off.
She lets her head fall back and keeps her hands in Jeff’s hair, cradling his head against her chest, and he hums and licks at her again before closing his lips around her nipple and sucking. Annie lets go of his hair only to clutch harder at the back of his collar. He bites gently, closes his mouth around her nipple and sucks again, then rubs at her with the flat of his tongue.
“Oohh, that’s so good,” she adds breathlessly. She forces her fingers to relax from the fabric of his shirt and scratches at his shoulders through the material. “This was supposed to be your turn,” she admonishes. Jeff pulls his mouth from her with a slight pop and she shivers again.
“You think a mouthful of your tits is somehow not pleasurable for me?”
“Jeff.”
“’M serious,” he mumbles back, his words muffled into her breasts.
“I want to make you come,” she whispers, settling back down against his legs and working her hands between them to unbuckle his belt. “I like making you come.”
Jeff groans and juts his hips up, helping her get his zipper down. “Keep talking.”
Annie scoots back slightly on his lap and works both hands into his jeans. She noses against his cheek and hums softly as she thinks.
“When I came over to write my paper all I could think about was how fast I could finish it so I could get in bed with you.”
“I knew it,” he answers through a smile, reaching up to cradle the back of her head with one hand.
Annie grins and cups one palm against his balls and explores carefully with the fingertips of her other hand to find the slit in his briefs.
“I could have gotten off just from grinding on your thigh,” she whispers next to his ear, closing her hand around his cock and squeezing.
Jeff groans. “Thought you were going to give me a stroke.”
“I did, remember?” Annie giggles. She raises a hand to her mouth and spits into her palm, reaching back down to start pumping her fist around him slowly, twisting her wrist when she gets to the head. Jeff moans weakly and trails his fingers through her hair.
“I like how big you are,” she murmurs. “Not just,” she pauses, and Jeff grins into the darkness, “I mean everywhere. Your hands, and how tall you are, and just . . . everything.”
“You’re just tiny,” he mutters back, closing his hand around the back of her neck and reaching down with his other to grasp at her hip. “So tight, every time I touch you, I can’t wait to-”
Annie cuts him off, turning her face quickly and catching his mouth with hers. He kisses her back after a moment, distracted and overwhelmed by her hands working intently and her hips gently rocking against his thighs to the same quickening rhythm. He paws at her restlessly, leans forward to bury his face against her chest and runs his tongue between her breasts, pressed together snugly by her arms on either side.
When he lifts his head again, eyes starting to squeeze shut as he get closer, Annie noses against his cheek and murmurs a breathy, “Come for me Jeff,” copying words he’s said to her before.
He does, clutching at her and dipping his forehead against her collarbone. His heavy breaths flush over her chest for a few moments before Jeff lifts his head and Annie gently extricates her hands from his jeans.
He pulls her close and drops kisses all over her face and neck until she giggles and he laughs along with her. Annie quiets, closing her eyes to the pitch black room. She curls into him and rests her cheek on his shoulder as he starts rubbing circles over her back.
“You’re fun,” he sighs.
“You’re hot,” she blurts out in reply.
Jeff laughs again.
“You’re also horrible for my staying power. It’s embarrassing how fast you can get me off.”
Annie lifts her head and pecks at his cheek, shrugging out of his arms. There’s a sound of fabric rustling and a faint snap when she fastens her bra.
“I prefer,” she says as she reaches over to rummage around inside her backpack for a moment, “to think of it as being a quick learner,” she finishes. There’s a rustle of plastic then she’s pressing a wet wipe into Jeff’s hand.
“Always prepared, huh?”
“Wet wipes are useful for a lot of things Jeff.”
“Yeah, including getting come off your hands when you’ve been jerking someone off in a supply closet. At school.” Jeff tsks. “Annie I never knew how dirty you were all this time.”
“You participated!”
“Gladly. But next time you want to get kinky we’re doing it somewhere with lights.”
“Deal.” Annie pauses for a moment, then adds, “Whipped cream?”
Jeff chuckles, but there’s a wince in it. “I guess, but bring your own sheets.”
Annie bounces giddily in his lap. “I think the boys are finishing their movie this weekend. I can come over Friday night.”
“Sure my apartment is fancy enough for you babe? I mean, now that I know all the scandalous things you think about, isn’t it too tame for such a wanton woman?”
“Then you can come over to my apartment.”
“Mmm, those stuffed animals in your room do really get me going.”
“Now who’s kinky?” Annie pokes at Jeff’s chest and he grabs her hand in his and tugs her close.
“You and me baby.”