Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds (13 page)

“I want you in me,” she pulled him close. “But first . . .” She had a condom in her top drawer, and rolled it onto him. Ribbed for his pleasure, spermicidal lubricated for hers.

His cock entered her without guidance. She gasped as he filled her.

Newton’s laws revealed the direct relationship between mass, acceleration, and their resulting force.

“More acceleration,” Sara pleaded. His increased force sped her toward a third gushing climax, and the subsequent pleasure flood erased any lingering frictional forces.

Richard was sweating, but his gaze remained intense as he pounded inside her. She yanked his shirt open and reached inside to draw fiery lines across his chest.

“Fuck me, Richard,” she whispered. “Show me your grand design.”

Her nails scratched lightly across his nipples, and he seized up with his own climax.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes!” A choked sound emerged from his throat, half a second before his pulsing cock filled the condom with his seed.

After a pure nine seconds, the relaxation flowed over them. His head bobbed as he leaned in for a kiss. His scent was strong in her nostrils, and his hair was mussed up in a sexy way. God, he was hot when he gave himself permission to release.

Who, she wondered, was in charge now?

She was, of course.

“You,” he said, “are one hell of a woman.” And his smug grin returned.

Oh, this cannot stand.

“You bring these shenanigans into my office?”

“Shenanigans?” His smug grin vanished.

“Are we colleagues?”

“Yes. We certainly are.”

“That means I’m one hell of a 
scientist
.” She grabbed his tie and pulled him down to her level. This surprised the hell out of him. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

“Will you remind me if I do?”

This game was still anyone’s. Both of theirs, maybe.

“Why, Dr. Kupfer—”

“Richard,” he said.

“Why, Richard, are you seducing me?”

“I believe,” he said, “we’re seducing each other.”

Instead of replying, she kissed him. Not the hot and hungry meeting of passions it was before, this was intense but sweet.

“Want to hear about my research?” she asked.

“Talk nerdy to me,” he said with a smirk.

by Del Carmen

It was the bowtie.

He looked like a geeky old college professor with his maroon bowtie. A beige suit, sky-blue shirt, and brown leather shoes covered Steve’s lanky body. That suit hid a lot. A slim body, a soft hairy chest, and an iron dick.

Anne remembered it well. She knew him, having cooled it off with Steve after a few sessions of the same old, same old. He just wasn’t as inventive in bed as he could have been. Additionally, he abhorred public displays of affection—not that Anne was into PDAs herself, but a spontaneous kiss was no reason for a public meltdown. So she cooled it with him for the past couple of months.

But that bowtie made him look sexy. When he ran his hands through his hair, leaving it rumpled, Anne could see it against her pillow after a hot ride on his cock.

Mmm, just thinking about it made her wet, made the lips of her vagina plump, desire snaking up her spine. She wanted him now.

But where? They worked for a hedge fund but neither had offices. Theirs was an open seating plan. What she wouldn’t give for a soft couch and a locked door right now!

Anne’s face lit up as she pushed back from her desk. She put an extra wiggle in her step as she passed Steve, who sat two cubicles away in front of her.

His eyes met hers, desire heating his gaze. A gaze that quickly ran over her form, lingered on her breasts, down her stomach, and right down to her strong thighs, courtesy of weekly Zumba classes.

As she passed him, she couldn’t help but bump his shoulder with her hip. It had been their secret signal.

Anne felt him looking at her ass so she sent him an extra wiggle. Anne continued to the office manager’s desk as Steve left the floor.

She had just twisted the key in the lock when Steve appeared behind her. No sooner did she walk into the supply closet that he had her up against the wall, his cock against her crotch.

Their tongues warred for possession. He won. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, biting her lips. He devoured her as he pressed heavily against her, squeezing her breasts together, running his nail across her nipples and rocking against her core.

Her panties were soaked. Her heart thundered in her ears as she grabbed his skinny ass and did some squeezing of her own before snaking a hand between them. His zipper was down and his cock was in her hands in seconds, hot and hard with a hot bead of desire at its tip.

His mouth left hers. She reached out to entice him back but he wouldn’t be seduced. Instead he made quick work of opening her blouse and her bra—front closures were a girl’s best friend!—and suckled at her breasts. Pulling, biting, trying to put all of her into his mouth.

She ran her hand up and down his shaft, remembering how he liked that. A hard squeeze and he was on his knees before her. Her skirt went up, her now-drenched panties down. He pulled her left leg over his shoulder as he ate her pussy.

He knew just what to do with his tongue, running his teeth against her clitoris, sucking on her lower lips, lapping up her juices of desire before inserting his tongue into her core. Anne ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head in place. She closed her eyes as her head dropped back onto the wall, and she breathed in the scent of their desire.

Her eyes sprung wide open when he inserted his finger into her vagina. Her walls tightened around it. When he inserted another finger, she almost collapsed over him but his mouth on her belly kept her in place. Anne felt the pressure build within her; felt the heat of desire rushing out of her. She began to squirm but he wouldn’t let her. His fingers pumped in and out. In and out. Opening and closing. Faster and faster. Relentlessly. Endlessly. All it took was a flick at her clitoris with his thumb for her to come. His fingers were replaced with his tongue lapping and sucking. He made her come twice.

But turnabout was fair play.

Soon it was Steve back against the wall, her mouth around his cock. Her hands squeezed him as she ran her teeth against his head, her mouth widening to accommodate his girth. The man had a dick of iron and was long enough her work to take him all in.

And she did.

She sucked and worked her throat, and was rewarded with his moans. Keeping up the pressure even after his cry of release, she swallowed and sucked with equal fervor. There was nothing more pleasurable than a man’s surrender.

Unfortunately, reality intruded. Voices filtered through the closed doors. Phones rang, steps drew close and passed them by. He helped button her blouse, and she pulled up his fly. He wiped her mouth and her thighs with his handkerchief. He was geeky enough to have one of those, and it often came in handy.

When there were no sounds from the other side of the door, Steve cautiously stepped out. He took a quick glance around before he held the door wider for Anne to exit. The lock clicked behind them.

“It was the bowtie, wasn’t it?” he asked.

She laughed softly and leaned to whisper in his ear, her breast grazing his arm.

“I’ll tell you tonight.”

The ride to his apartment after work was a blur. No sooner had they crossed the threshold of his apartment that Steve had Anne’s ass on the foyer table, panties down, hat on, cock in.

The sexual tension between them had always been intense. He pressed himself against her. Her leg came up to hold him in place as she grabbed his ass and pressed into his hardness.

Mouths kissed, bit, sucked at each other. He ran his lips across her cheeks, her chin, her neck, as she ran her hands over his back. Ann gasped as Steve’s iron dick slid home, her pussy lips adjusting around his girth. She pressed hard against him, squeezing her inner walls around him.

He was big and hard inside her, hammering her again and again. Anne lost herself in the sensation. She couldn’t hold back as the pressure increased within her. Her orgasm grew with his thrusts and she held on tight, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around her neck. She couldn’t hold back a cry as her orgasm hit her full force. He rode through it, pumping against her until he too came. She felt his heat filling her inside and couldn’t help but smile.

Their eyes met, mutual satisfaction mirrored in them. Their kiss was full of promises and sensuality.

“Thank God it’s Friday,” he said between kisses, “because I am not letting you out of bed all weekend.”

“Promises, promises,” she taunted.

“Just you watch, woman. Just watch.” They separated and Steve removed the rest of their clothing.

He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and smacked her ass. Anne laughed as she reached down and bit his ass from her position. She had front-row seats to a great ass and was not ashamed to tell him so.

He laughed and smacked her ass again.

The smack sent a tingle straight to her pussy and she wondered if he would be up to some fun and games. But first she took a bite of his ass cheek and squeezed it hard. He was firm beneath her fingers.

She couldn’t help squeezing him again and again, harder and harder. It was when she ran her finger down his butt crack that Steve dumped her on his bed.

Anne had eyes only for the Adonis before her. Her breath caught as she took in the soft pelt of hair on his chest, the flat stomach, his giant erection. She leaned up and took his dick in her hand.

He knelt on the bed, allowing her open access to his cock. She gripped him firmly and ran her hand up and down his shaft. He was warm and hard in her palm.

There was not a sound in the room except their heavy breathing. When a bead of come peeked out of his tip, Anne scooted down the bed and between his legs to take him into her mouth. She lapped up his come and sucked on the tip of his cock. Steve sunk his hands into her hair to hold himself steady, watching as his cock disappeared into her mouth. It was an erotic sight. He pumped his hips a bit so he could sink deeper inside her.

Anne protested as his cock pulled out of her mouth.

“Hey,” she complained. “I was not done.”

He kissed her as he pushed her down onto the bed, the down comforter soft against her back.

“No treats for you,” he said, his wicked grin in place. Before she could continue her protest, his weight settled across her. She welcomed his weight and had a wonderful feeling of fullness.

She opened her legs and he settled his length at her pussy lips but instead of entering her, he rubbed his cock head against her crotch.

His tongue was in her mouth and it made her gasp. He rocked against her while his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. She grabbed at his back, his ass. She lifted and ground herself against him but Steve refused to stop the torture.

His mouth moved on her shoulder, his chest rubbing against her breast.

She bit his ear when she couldn’t stand any more.

“Fuck me,” she cried. “Come inside me.”

He laughed and pulled away from her.

She tried to pull him back to her and tighten her legs around his waist.

But Steve still managed to kneel between her legs, his cock now resting against her butt crack. New sinful tingles tightened her pussy walls.

Steve tugged her legs from his waist and spread her wide open.

Her stomach clenched at the naked, heated desire in his eyes as he looked at all her exposed glory.

He ran a finger across her pussy lips and she clenched them around him. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, angel.” He bought her legs up around his shoulders and settled down between her legs to eat her. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, but first I want a taste.”

He used two fingers to spread her pussy lips open and thrust his tongue inside. He lapped up her juices, the musk of their previous loving on her. His erection twitched but he needed the taste of her first as he lapped, sucked, and gently bit her engorged lips.

Her fingers ran through his hair and pressed his head down even more than her legs already bore him down.

She groaned as he removed his mouth from her pussy lips. Anne’s eyes were hooded. Her cheeks flushed with desire. Her chest and the tops of her breasts wore a light blush. Her nipples were hard and wanting attention. He inserted a second finger and let her ride his hand. Her hips bucked against him. His thumb flicked at her clitoris. He could see in her face that she was about to come and he wanted to be deep within her when she did.

He pulled his fingers out and laughed at her cries and curses.

“Damn you, Steve Davis.”

He positioned himself between her legs again.

She tried to kick him off but he held onto her legs. “I thought you wanted me to finish, Miss Rodriguez.”

She stilled and let him open her legs wide again. His erection was hard and aimed at her core.

“Nothing to say?” he asked sweetly.

“Steve,” she answered breathlessly.

“Yes, my love?” His hands rubbed her thighs, feeling the tension within.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll...I’ll tie you to a chair and make you my slave.”

“Oh, no, my darling,” he said with a laugh. “Bondage is for later.”

Before she could respond, he thrust inside of her. He leaned across her and continued to pump inside her.

She pulled his hair and his head down until she could kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues and their bodies were locked. Their tongues dueled until the need for air pulled them apart. Then she held onto him as his thrusts came harder and faster.

He had stamina. Always had. She loved how his cock filled her and the friction of his hardness inside of her softness. Her nipples and breasts hurt as her orgasm grew within her. She fought the sensation, wanting to prolong it as long as possible, but then it was too much.

She heard Steve’s growl and felt the clenching of his muscles, knowing he was at the precipice as well.

One, two, three hard thrusts, and they both came.

Anne cried out as her orgasm pulsed throughout her body. She heard Steve’s growl as he came as well, the heat of his come within filling her. She never wanted this feeling to end.

She was glad it was Friday as well, she thought before surrendering herself to sensation.

Anne came to and found herself on her stomach. Her body well and truly ravished, Steve had made her come twice more before either of them could rest. She turned over and stretched, muscles sore and pulsating. A delicious ache.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

Steve walked into the room with a full tray.

Anne sat up as he placed the tray on the nightstand by the bed. She liked his boxer shorts. She tugged on them so he could sit. When he did, she kissed him, exalting in the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon in the air, and his kiss on her lips.

“Yum.” She licked her lips and tasted him on them. “I could get used to this.”

“Anything for my lady.”

Steve gave her a peck and extended a giant mug of coffee to her.

They ate quickly between lots of kissing and giggling.

So what if a drop of butter landed on her breast? He had to lick it off like a good host. And if he got crumbs on his chest? Of course she had to clean him up.

Steve went to the kitchen to put away the tray.

Anne went into the bathroom and took care of business before stepping into the shower, hoping he would join her.

He did.

It was a long shower. She took the towel from him and went into the bedroom, otherwise they’d never get out of the bathroom until well into evening. Wrapping the towel around herself, she saw Steve framed in the doorway, his arms raised as he dried his hair with the towel. His erection was half cocked but she knew intimately how much longer and harder it could get. She looked forward to getting it so again.

She went to sit on the bed when she stubbed her toe on a box under the side table.

“Ouch.”

Anne sat down hard.

“Hey.” Steve dropped the towel and went to her. He rubbed her calves as he knelt at her feet. “You all right?”

“Yes, I just stubbed my toe on that box.” She went to look at the box which Steve shoved deeper under the bed. “What is that?”

“Nothing.”