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Her Other Expertise

L unch consumed, check. Plates washed off, check. Back on the couch, check. The reality that Liam was going to lose this chess game, also check. Check was the right word for it. Had they been playing with regular rules, she could have announced “check” a dozen times by now. She’d probably have also added a “mate” to one of those.

“Are you ready to take those off?” Tess asked teasingly, moving her surviving bishop. She was setting things up to take his surviving knight. In a standard game, that might not have worried him too much. Here, it did. He needed that piece. It, his surviving rook, and his queen were the only powerful pieces he had left. He needed them to survive long enough for him to at least take out a couple more of her pieces.

Because he knew he wasn’t going to win. He’d made that determination well before he and Tess settled back on her couch after lunch. Winning was beyond his capabilities. However, Tess had created a game with many more minor forms of victory nested within the overarching goal of victory. And so, Liam had made a decision.

He would inflict as much damage as he could before she neutralized him. At the very least, he’d get either her queen or king. Even if he had to play like a kamikaze pilot to get it.

Of course, an apparent expert like Tess quickly noticed his hard veer into recklessness. One corner of her mouth lifted after he moved his queen out into a far more forward position than was probably safe. And yet…

Tess went after his knight, continuing to play toward the goal of removing it. She knew what she was up to. However, she elected not to punish him. She chose not to play optimally. Part of him felt frustrated that he needed such a concession. He supposed, because of how often they now played card games, he’d gotten a bit used to winning. He didn’t need help claiming victory there. That was his arena. He was the one who offered pity points and openings, not the one receiving them.

After a second, he smothered that part of him, focusing solely on his game plan. That queen or king would join the prison camp—smaller than hers or not—that he’d built up on his side of the board. Whatever prize came with it, he’d claim it gladly. Even if it did allow Tess to claim far more prizes in the end.

His knight left the board, and then he ended up in the nude. Wearing a contented look, Tess watched him escape the last of his clothes. It grew more contended as she saw his cock stand up to attention, clearly eager for what it assumed would occur if he could just get that damned king of hers—that was the piece he’d decided he could take a shot at getting.

“It’s not too chilly in my home, is it?” Tess asked, looking but not yet touching.

Snorting, he plopped back down on the couch after folding his pants. “I’m fine. If anything, I’m still a little warm.”

“I don’t think you’ll be cooling down anytime soon. So long as you can manage to get my king like you’re trying to.”

In response, he simply grunted. It didn’t surprise him that she knew which of her pieces he was focusing on. She’d left him an avenue to get something. But how much would it cost him?

Everything, naturally. With his queen, he took her king. She immediately took his queen with one of her rooks, then knocked off his king a couple of turns later. With precisely a single non-pawn remaining, Liam fought for one more victory—a trade of his final rook for her final knight. He couldn’t rightly let her win while still fully clothed, after all. Not with him sitting buck naked next to her.

He was certain she allowed him to take it. It would have been easy to maneuver his rook into an impossible position. It was the final concession he accepted, though he didn’t have much of a choice. She set things up so that he could have her knight, sure, but her queen would close out the game—they didn’t need to keep going until she removed his final few pawns—afterward.

It was worth it.

Tess smiled as he threw his rook to its doom. Before removing her top, she slid her queen over and scooped up his rook.

“Shall we end the game here?”

Liam nodded.

Setting his rook with the rest of his captured army, Tess directed a satisfied look at the mostly empty chessboard. A moment of admiration for her plan? Possibly, but it didn’t last. Instead, she turned her gaze upward. Smiling, Tess reached for her shirt and removed it.

Due to his immense focus on winning something, his erection had calmed down during the rest of the game. Chess really wasn’t that sexy of a game, unfortunately. But the aftermath, well, Tess Williams could make just about anything arousing.

As her shirt came off, Liam breathed in. She did it smoothly but not hurriedly, entrancing him with the sight of her smooth, perfect skin. His eyes followed the wake of her rising shirt like a raging crowd shoving their bodies against a wall of shields held by an unmotivated squadron of riot police. Revealing her breasts, Liam’s yearning thrummed through him like that same crowd, but if it had broken the line and now spilled out onto the courthouse steps. Overwhelmed, Liam held the breath he’d drawn in.

Finally removing her shirt, Tess witnessed his desire in full force. His rigid cock, the heat bursting off his skin, the intensity of his eyes. A barely controlled man sat opposite her. It caused her to smile.

“I’m glad Victoria hasn’t managed to dull your interest in me.”

It was as ludicrous a statement as promising marshmallows would fall from the sky when it next rained.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Only a little,” Tess teased, hefting her immaculate breasts from beneath. “Mine aren’t quite as nice.”

“They’re perfect,” he growled, imbuing the words with more gravel than was probably necessary. He knew Tess was joking, but he felt obligated to immediately shut down her attempt at self-deprecation.

Tess chuckled and moved her hands away from her breasts. Even without her lifting them slightly, they remained attractively resistant to gravity. Yes. Perfect. It was the right word for them. For her.

“When you say it with such fervor, I suppose it must be true,” Tess said. “I couldn’t argue with you, not with how you’re looking at me right now.”

He wanted to ravish her. Right now, right here. Pull her on top of his lap, kiss her, taste her. Remove her leggings, fit his cock to her tight opening, and then feel her walls clench around him as she climaxed again and again.

Wisely, Tess held up a finger before his yearning could overwhelm his short-term memory. There were prizes to be doled out. One for him, three for her. God, he hoped the king came with the best reward.

“You might be thinking now is the time where I reveal what each of us has won,” Tess began, which very plainly stated that he should expect the opposite. Letting the silence hover for a moment, Tess grinned.

And then she slid off the couch.

Momentarily befuddled, Liam didn’t return to his senses until Tess had positioned herself on her knees between his legs. Deep blue eyes, only a little higher than the tip of his cock, stared up at him.

“One more time,” she whispered huskily, “you should get out your phone.”

He stared at her, transfixed. “My… phone?”

Patiently, Tess nodded. “And then open your camera app. And then set it to begin recording.”

Eyes widening in a rush, Liam fumbled to do so. He’d left it in his pocket when he’d removed his pants, but it was still within arm’s length. After hurriedly retrieving his phone, he rushed to complete the other two parts of Tess’s suggestion. Throughout his panicked hurry, Tess waited quietly, wearing that smile of hers that had become so common. Blessedly common. And as it so often was, it was just for him.

“Ready?” Tess asked once he’d finished fiddling with his device.

“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly.

“Try and keep it steady. This is your reward, and I don’t have to give you another chance at getting a good recording.”

“But you might?”

Tess’s eyes gleamed lustfully. “I might.”

She moved her mouth toward his cock, which stood up like a stone pillar in a field. Pulsing with anticipation, Liam held his breath as Tess tilted her head while bringing her silken lips toward his pronounced manhood. Yet, she paused. Her eyes drifted up to his face.

“You need to start recording, honey.”

Oh.

Releasing his pent-up breath, Liam blushed and finally tapped the recording button on his phone. Smiling once more, Tess returned her focus to his cock. The warm air of her nostrils as she brought her mouth in close caused Liam to clench his thighs. Patting them softly with both hands, Tess helped him relax—a little.

She then undid that effort by beginning to glide her lips across the edge of his cock, starting at the midway point, then trailing high, then low, seemingly in no hurry to decide which end she should visit first. While Liam’s mind strained for her to pick her path, he knew from multiple previous experiences that Tess would ensure the journey was worth the destination. She’d never once let him go unsatisfied.

Warm, wet lips continued gliding across his cock. One side, the other, underneath, even above. Pressing his cock down with two fingers near the base, Tess ran her lips over his glans, then down to her fingers. It was as if she were measuring his dimensions with her lips. It was both thrilling and maddening.

Liam noticed when Tess turned her eyes up toward him. Wearing a pleased expression, she breathed a warm exhale on her way down to his balls, then gently pulled at the skin with her lips. Her hand slid into the area, then, with dexterous motions, she began fondling his balls. An almost unbearable tightness began to spread throughout him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tess whispered, planting a moist kiss on the side of his shaft.

“Best one I’ve ever had,” he mumbled, focusing on controlling his breathing. His cock pulsed as Tess wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a few gentle pumps.

Tess smiled and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. “We can hope it falls on a weekend next year so we can actually do things like this on the proper day.” She kissed his cock’s tip, then swirled her tongue around its opening. “I haven’t had a truly good Valentine’s Day in years. But I think you could finally change that.”

Thrilling. Maddening. Liam made his promise with a nod, briefly shutting his eyes because of Tess’s adroit touch.

“And let there be many more after it,” he said, half a prayer.

When he opened his eyes, Tess was beaming at him. “So many, many more,” she agreed.

God, but he loved her. Every moment shared with her became a star on the vast tapestry of night, each gleaming as brightly as Sirius did. Whatever darkness there was, it found itself crowded out by brilliance with each new day he spent with Tess Williams. Thrilling. Maddening.

A moment later, Tess opted to overfocus on the latter.

“Okay, I think that’s enough. Go ahead and stop recording.”

For a moment, Liam felt mystified. In the next, horrified. “What?”

Fortunately, Tess’s brand of teasing didn’t go as far as Avril’s usually did. Appearing amused as she absorbed his moment of panic, she tapped him tenderly on the thigh.

“End the recording. And when I give you a nod, you can start the next one.”

His fright receded, though his confusion remained. However, when Tess didn’t elaborate further, waiting on him with his cock still held in her grasp, Liam forced his thumb to end his current recording.

“Ready?” Tess asked, plainly enjoying his befuddlement.

“I… think so.”

Tess smiled, shifted, and then nodded.

Liam gasped euphorically as Tess parted her full, moist lips and accepted his cock into her mouth. Down she went, a deep, overwhelming plunge that caused his cock to reach the entrance to her throat. Even though Liam knew she could have kept going, making his entire cock disappear between her lips, she paused. Her eyes lifted.

Oh, fuck, right!

Liam began recording again.

Smiling, Tess lifted her mouth in a single smooth motion, tongue twirling around the underside of his cock as she lifted her head. His cock went free, and they both saw it as it glistened with saliva and precum, the latter of which had long ago started emerging. Tess’s tongue licked it up while she continued to meet his eyes.

“Don’t cum too quickly,” she whispered, warm breath tickling his cock.

He didn’t have the time to respond. Tess took him back into her mouth, sliding him against her slick, warm lips in a smooth motion. Again, she didn’t begin deepthroating him, but he didn’t mind one bit. She sucked, she twirled her tongue, and she forced delirium upon him. All while continuing to hold him captive with her riveting blue eyes.

For the first time since he’d pulled out his phone, Liam finally thought to check if his phone was getting a decent angle of the lewd proceedings. Fighting to free his gaze, he managed to glance at his screen. He only had about three-fourths of Tess in frame. He wouldn’t be winning any awards for his camera work, that was for sure.

Adjusting things to get a better view of an incredible sight—Tess Williams, brilliant, beautiful, professional, sucking his cock while making bedroom eyes at him—Liam at least assured that the second video would be watchable. By him alone, but it’d undoubtedly hit double-digit views very soon.

Assuming he could stay steady throughout.

That was the challenge Tess seemed to be undertaking. Suctioning her lips together whenever she bobbed her head, she created the ideal vacuum to undermine Liam’s composure. Her tongue worked in tandem with those efforts, a blissful brush pressed tight against his sensitive cock. She maneuvered her head with effortless skill, shifting her attention to yet unattended areas of his cock. Like a lonely icicle facing off against a hair dryer, Liam’s self-control rapidly thawed.

And this still wasn’t even her best effort. He still vividly remembered how quickly he’d come undone in the igloo that had once stood in her backyard. She’d challenged him to last just five minutes, and he had, albeit barely. Of course, he was a bit better at clenching his thighs and keeping himself from erupting nowadays. A bit better.

Liam’s gaze drifted toward the top of his screen. 3:27, it read. Not quite five minutes yet. He was determined to do so again, even if there wasn’t any sort of timer in place for this wondrous event.

At around the four-minute mark, Tess drew back her lips. They stayed around his glans for a moment, snug and warm. Right before she finally disconnected her eyes from his, a telling gleam flashed through them. Liam instinctively prepared himself for the longest plunge that Tess could provide.

He was right to do so. Setting her hand against his balls, renewing her fondling of them, but also as an act of stability for his cock, Tess dropped her mouth. Liam’s cock met her throat, and then, as if finally given a ticket at the counter, was allowed to pass to the other side.

“Fuck, yes,” he murmured, shrouded in a moment of rapturous bliss. The tightness of Tess’s throat, while familiar, proved just as phenomenal as ever. It pressed against his cock in a way that lips never could, leaving him slightly lightheaded. Tess didn’t allow him much time to recover.

With his cock trapped, Tess purred approvingly. The vibrations further unwound him. She was too damn good at this. The best. She knew it, but he still let the compliment pour out from his mouth.

She rewarded him with the full suite of her talents. His cock barely got any fresh air during the next few minutes. Glistening with saliva, pulsing with pleasure, growing hotter by the second, Tess pumped it into her throat with deep, practiced motions. Euphoria gathered at the gates like an army. It wouldn’t be long before their pillaging began.

The lewd sounds that Tess made didn’t help him hold out. He heard the sound of her overcoming her gagging reflex each time she bobbed her head. It should have been her, yet he was the one who ended up gasping for air. His hips instinctively bucked when Tess brought her mouth back down.

It was somehow sloppy and messy, yet skillful and neat. Tess was in control. She never let it get away from her. She knew what she was doing, and Liam benefited endlessly because of that gleeful fact.

He loved her so much. Every part of him sang with glee when he was around her. Not only when she sent him to his zenith, as she did now. But certainly, now, he was a puppet on her string.

“You’re so fucking wonderful,” he gasped, setting a hand on top of her head. It was an entirely needless gesture; Tess had already found the perfect rhythm to lurch him over the edge. But she hummed appreciatively, nonetheless. With one hand playing with his balls, the other on his thigh, she had everything exactly where it needed to be. He wasn’t going to make it to the next minute.

Liam checked his phone one last time. 7:03. Yet, that wasn’t what he focused on. Instead, even though the real thing was right there, it was simply seeing the smaller version of Tess on his phone committing such a salacious act that caused him to break.

He was recording a mature, gorgeous professor as she deepthroated him. She’d done it before, but this somehow hit him harder than he would have thought. This realization led to astonishment, which led to euphoria.

Too much of it.

“Ohhh, Tess,” he gasped, rushing the words out before his cum rushed out. “I’m going to cum!”

She kept deepthroating him. It was as clear a sign as any.

She felt him tense, sensed the impending deluge. Thrusting him in deep, lips against the root of his cock, she held her mouth in place. Her hand’s ministrations on his balls continued, adding the final feather to the pile of stones that broke the scale.

Liam’s hips bucked, trying to rise. Tess used her weight to keep him pinned to the couch. That was how he climaxed. Barely keeping Tess in the frame of his camera, he erupted like a geyser. He had saved up over the past five days.

Throttled by pleasure, Liam painted Tess’s throat white. Deep, powerful spurts saw to that. With each pulsation of his cock, Liam descended deeper into a dizzyingly fierce sense of euphoria. His head practically lolled to one side as his seed gushed out. Every part of him felt dissociated, overcome by the truly unraveling sensation that accompanied one of Tess’s blowjobs.

How he loved her.

While he came down from his high, Tess held him within her throat. She’d stay like that for many seconds more. Her eyes, once more turned upward, saw every sign of euphoria that her skill had inflicted upon him. And more.

If Liam had been in a more perceptive state, he might have noticed something significant about the way she looked at him. A perfect match to the way he looked at her.