Page 17 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter sixteen

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JR

Fletcher holds my hand as I trail behind him into the bedroom. God, I never dreamed I’d let anyone be so intimate with me. Before I met the professor, I didn’t know people even did such a thing. What other parts of my body will I share with him? Am I really gonna let him fuck me?

“Will it hurt?” I lace our fingers together as we draw closer to the bed, feeling more tense with every step.

“Shh, baby boy. Sit down here.” He guides me to the king-size bed.

I sit on the edge, then lean against his warm body, trying to calm my beating heart. C’mon, it’s Fletcher—I trust him. There’s no reason to start freaking out now.

The professor puts a hand under my chin and tilts my head up, his eyes searching mine. “Bennett, we won’t do a single thing that you don’t want to do. We won’t go any further if you’re not one hundred percent on board, understood?”

“I want to, Sir. I’m just a little nervous.” He wraps his arms around me, and I nuzzle against him, cuddling to get closer. When he rubs a thumb across my bottom lip, I open my mouth gratefully, sucking on it while I hold him close.

“You’re so sweet, hugging me like a teddy bear.” His voice has a teasing lilt, and I cringe as I glance up. But instead of the smirk I’m expecting to see, a tender smile softens the sharp lines of his face. “It’s OK, baby. I like it.”

See, JR? I can trust my dom with anything. My bout of nerves... my craving for comfort... even this weird thumb-sucking thing. He takes care of me in ways I never knew I needed. I know I can trust him with my virginity. Letting go of his thumb, I scoot back onto the bed and recline against the pillows, spreading my legs.

Fletcher gazes at me almost worshipfully, his voice an awe-filled whisper. “I’ve never seen anyone like you, Bennett. You’re the most beautiful creature that exists.”

“Will you kiss me, Sir? When we... y’know. Please?”

“You could ask me for anything at this moment,” he says, “and I would gladly give it to you. I just need to get some supplies from the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

I hear water running in the sink, the sound of him rinsing his mouth, and the rustle of his toiletry bag. When he returns holding condoms and lube, he approaches the bed slowly. Laying the supplies on the duvet, he kneels at my feet.

“I told you I would kiss you, Bennett, and I intend to keep my promise.” Fletcher bows his head and places a kiss on the arch of my foot. As he inches up the bed, he showers kisses across my calves, behind my knees, along my inner thighs. When he reaches the junction between my legs, he nuzzles his nose against my balls before sucking one into his mouth.

Oh my god, this is heaven . I arch my hips, spreading my legs further apart, trusting him with my tender sac. He hums in approval, caressing a hand across the mark on my groin before pressing a thumb into it. I hiss in a breath, then let out a groan of erotic bliss.

“You smell like me, Bennett—like my body wash. I think you should always smell like me.” My dom nibbles his way up my groin, then kisses a path up the length of my erection, pausing to suckle on a spot that drives me absolutely crazy.

I brush the hair off his forehead, watching in wonder as he pleasures me with his mouth. When he glances up, his ice-blue gaze locks with mine. He wraps his lips around the head of my cock and gives it a hard suck, his eyes never leaving my own. Fuck. I drop my head back onto the pillows, arching up into his mouth with a moan.

Fletcher sucks my dick for several long minutes before releasing it with a wet-sounding pop. As he continues to travel up my body, he maps my flesh with his tongue—the V-shaped grooves that run from my pelvis to my hips... the six-pack of muscles on my abs... my pecs and the hard, sensitive nipples on them. His lips blaze a trail up my neck before settling on a spot behind my ear that drives me out of my mind.

I want him to hold me tighter. To kiss me harder. To bury himself inside my body. “Now, Sir. Please . I’m ready.”

He grips my chin, the intense look in his eyes knocking the air from my lungs. “Call me Fletcher when I’m inside you. Not Sir. Not Professor. Will you do that?”

“Yes,” I promise him.

He captures my mouth in a heated kiss, his hands gripping the back of my head. We lose ourselves in each other—both of us desperate to get closer, neither willing to let the other go. Nothing exists in the entire universe except this moment, our shared breath, our pounding hearts. When we finally break the kiss, we pant into each other’s necks, grinding against each other’s bodies.

“Bennett, I need to be inside you.” Fletcher presses his mouth against my jawline, his fingers digging in my hair. “I need you. God, tell me you want me, too.”

“I want you, Fletcher, more than anything.” I cling to him, desperation blurring my senses. “Please— please —fuck me.”

He presses one more hard kiss against my mouth, then climbs off the bed.

“No, don’t go! I need you!” God, if he stops now, I’ll lose my mind.

“Baby boy, I’ve got to get you ready,” he says. “Roll over. I’ve got to open you up.” He grabs one of my legs, attempting to move me.

“But you said you’d kiss me! I want to see you—“

“You will, sweetheart. I swear.” He seems as anxious to roll me over as I am to stay on my back. “Just a few minutes to prep you with my fingers, then I promise I’ll kiss you again. Trust me.”

I groan, rolling over and sticking my ass in the air. I don’t care how I look. I need Fletcher like I need my next breath. I want him inside my body. I want to be inside his body. Why can’t we share one body, one mind, one spirit? Being separate from him in any way is unbearable.

Fletcher pushes a slick finger inside me, thrusting it in and out of my channel. I moan, wanting more—and moan again when a second finger is added. He twists his hand, scissoring his fingers. “Tell me if I’m hurting you. I’m trying to go slowly, but I need you too much.”

“I-It’s good. Oh god, please. I want more . “ When he pushes in a third finger, I pant as I adjust to the intrusion. It burns, and my nerves start to kick in again—until he finds that incredible spot inside me that lights up all of my senses.

He brushes it over and over, to the point that I’m ready to scream. “Roll over, Bennett,” he finally says.

Thank god. Turning onto my back, I spread my legs, panting as he rolls on a condom and slathers it with lube.

“Bear down as I push in—it’ll make it easier for you. Do you understand, baby boy?” When I nod, Fletcher guides his cock toward my entrance, then pushes the tip of it inside me.

It kinda hurts. There’s this intense feeling of pressure that I’m not sure I like. I suck in a breath, holding it as panic washes over me.

“Baby, relax and bear down. It’ll be easier in just a minute.” He stares into my eyes, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring.

I exhale, bearing down my internal muscles as I push back onto his cock. The professor pulses slowly into me while he sucks on that special spot behind my ear. OK... so that feels good, at least.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He curls his arms behind my back and locks his hands onto my shoulders, giving him leverage while he rocks his hips. When I wrap my legs around him and give an experimental thrust, we both let out a moan.

“Oh god, Bennett, you don’t know how incredible you feel,” he groans into my neck. “Your muscles are gripping me so tightly on the inside. It’s almost too much to take.”

“Please don’t stop.” It doesn’t hurt anymore. In fact, it’s starting to feel kinda good. My hips are moving of their own accord now, and I’m holding onto his shoulders, too. Yeah, that makes it a lot easier to thrust up against him—and if I tilt my hips... I groan as his cock strokes against my prostate just right. If I thought Fletcher’s fingers felt amazing, it’s nothing compared to this.

“I’m almost all the way in. Just a bit more. You’re doing so well, baby boy.” His praise is like gas poured onto a bonfire.

Holy hell, this is the best feeling ever . As his steel-hard shaft pumps in and out of my body—creating an amazing friction—his balls begin slapping against my ass. He’s so deep inside me, I feel like we share the same soul.

Fletcher pauses, panting against my throat. “I’m all the way in. Are you doing OK?”

“No, I need more. Please .“ I spread my legs, cupping his glutes in my hands, and thrust up in desperation.

He snaps his hips, driving his cock even deeper inside me. As he pumps in and out, quickening our pace, the sound of our harsh breathing is hidden beneath the pounding of our flesh.

I let out a low moan, incapable of words. I’ve never felt anything like this before... I can feel my orgasm building, but the sensation is somehow coming from my core instead of my balls. It’s getting more and more intense. Almost overwhelming. I don’t know how much more of it I can take.

Fletcher thrusts into me with single-minded savagery. “Who’s the first man to be inside you, Bennett? Who’s the first man to fuck you?” He gazes into my eyes with a fierce look of joy.

“You, Fletcher,” I gasp.

He grips my hair in his fist. “Who will you always remember as your first?”

“You, Fletcher.” God, I’m going crazy. My muscles are so tight, they feel like they’ll snap at any moment.

“Tell me you want me more than anyone else,” he demands. “Who do you want, Bennett?”

“You, Fletcher—only you.” There is no one else. Only him.

His hips piston urgently, his cock pounding into my ass. “Every time you come, I want you to think of me,” he growls. “When you’re jerking off, if another man is fucking you, you’ll think of me. Say it.”

“You, I promise. Oh god, I’m gonna come.” My body shakes like it’s about to fly apart. The feeling coming from my core threatens to shatter me. “Oh. Oh my god. Fletcher?”

“I’m here, Bennett.” He stares into my eyes as he continues to fuck me. “Just let it happen, baby.”

My heart beats at a frantic pace. I gasp for air, struggling to breathe. There’s a rushing sound in my ears, then I’m hit by a seismic wave of ecstasy. A blast of indescribable bliss explodes from my core, rushing out to every corner of my being. My body seizes with the force of it. My toes curl, my head thrown back. “ Fletcher! ”

“Yes!” Fletcher shouts, giving a few final thrusts. “Bennett. Ben... nett... Ben — ! ”

We cling to each other as we soar through the heavens, connected at an atomic level.

When our breathing finally slows, I open my eyes. My dom is gazing back at me, his black pupils blown wide against his pale blue irises. He leans down, pressing his lips tenderly to mine.

My toes curl again.