Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter II: A Little Further

There was a long moment in which I simply continued to stare at it. I was resting on my knees on the bed, and in truth I was still recovering from my orgasm. I could feel a thin glisten of sweat against my forehead, but thanks to my conditioning I was not otherwise winded or weary. Surely Shifter knew as much, which was how I found myself staring down into his lap at what he had pulled free.

He simply laid there, gazing up at me, his expression somewhere between confident and eagerly excited. I could tell from the twitch of his brow that he was not entirely as collected as he tried to convey; there was something inside of him beyond a cool demeanor. It was not fear, I could tell that much, but something else I could not quite place. I had little time to dwell on it and gauge the emotional motivations behind it, for already my eyes were gravitating back to what he held in his hand, holding it upright in his lap and clearly offering it to me.

I t was large; larger than I had really anticipated, with a thickness that was not insignificant. A bead of some clear pre-arousal clung to the head, but as he held it tight by the shaft I could already see that bead squeezed from its hole, and slowly roll down the slope of his length. In my past encounters with a man's member I had rarely been given any time to look, or to study, but I afforded myself that privilege in that moment knowing that my partner would not push me too quickly.

In an oddly comforting moment, I realized that despite the unusual situation, I trusted him. More than I would most of the students at the mansion.

"What do you want me to do with it?" I finally asked, jerking my gaze to regard where Shifter's head rested on the pillow. Black locks of hair danced around my face, only settling as my eyes narrowed, practically accusing him of all the debauchery we had already shared. He just gave me a calming smile, and I could tell from the wave of mild pleasure crossing his face that he had tightened the grip on his shaft.

"Whatever you want, Laura." He offered to me. His hair was mildly dishevelled from when I had ridden his face mere moments ago, but it only served to tousle it in what I still found an endearing fashion. Resisting an instinct I did not understand to reach out and smooth his hair back, I instead forced my eyes to focus on his own while he continued. "You can touch if you want. Or you can just watch me. Miss Frost said that the first time is whatever you're comfortable with. So, no pressure."

My nostrils flared, both from mild indignation and the veiled realization that in the future, the sessions might be focused on things I was not comfortable with. I disliked that our upcoming sessions would push my boundaries, but what I disliked even more was the insinuation by the headmistress that I would need to be treated gingerly for this first encounter. I did not require training wheels.

I have never required training wheels.

"I will not allow you to report to the headmistress that I was afraid to continue." I spoke hastily, and as I did my right hand flew forward, palm opening and fingers latching around his shaft. His hand fell away as he gave a sigh of contentment, and in the same moment I came to terms with initiating the grip, and fell into confusion with the look on his face.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and I could distinctly hear his breath catch in his throat. Even his heartbeat, already racing, seemed to skip the second my fingers closed around his shaft.

"What is wrong with you?" I suddenly barked at him, glaring back to his face. Shifter just broke into a small laugh, one that when my hand tightened around his length, quickly dissolved into a content moan.

"Nothing, I swear!" He grinned, and pulled his arms up, moving his hands to rest behind the back of his head. I watched as he seemed to make himself even more comfortable, crossing his feet at the ankles and leaning back in pure casual bliss. "I've just been wanting this for some time, is all."