Page 96 of Heartland

“Good girl,” I say tightly, gathering her hair in my hand again. “You know what comes next, right?” Slowly, I lower her mouth to my cock.

Chastity is an A-plus student already. She slides off the bed, sinking to her knees on the floor. Then she leans forward and takes the tip of my cock between soft lips.

I let out a helpless curse. But this time she doesn’t startle. Instead, she looks up at me with heated eyes that know exactly how much I'm enjoying myself.

Yup. We’re off the textbook again. Yet we’re on the exact same page. “You make me crazy, you know that? I spent the whole week dreaming about your mouth on my cock.”

She whimpers, then flattens her tongue against the head.

“That’s right,” I hiss. “Try that.”

She starts experimenting—testing the feel of my cock against her tongue, and weighing my shaft in her hand. All I can do is breathe through my desire and murmur my appreciation.

Just when I think I have my control back, she finds a rhythm, using her hand to jack the shaft while sucking on the tip. And I can’t shut up. “Fuck. Yes. More.” I don’t even know what all I’m saying. I just know that I have never enjoyed a blowjob as much as I am right now, as Chastity’s blue eyes lift to watch me getting wrecked by her sweet mouth.

“God, your mouth,” I pant. “Stop now. I’m too close.”

She considers this while giving me a slow suck. Like she can’t decide which way she wants this to go.

And that makes me even hotter. “Are you seriously disobeying me right now? I’m about seven seconds away from coming in your mouth. So if you want me to lay you out and fuck you, you better give it a rest.”

That gets the point across. Chastity releases me suddenly, sitting back on the floor, hair mussed, face flushed.

Jesus lord, that view. I don’t even have her clothes off yet, and she’s already the sexiest sight I’ve seen in years.

Trying to cool down, I stand up and remove my jeans and underwear. I kick off my socks. She watches me with big eyes, and it occurs to me that I might be the first naked man she’s seen in real life.

Does it make me an asshole that I like this idea a whole lot? Maybe.

“Come on,” I say gently, holding out a hand to help her up. “Can I undress you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “If we lock the door.” She crosses the room and drops the hook into the loop on the back of my door. Then she turns off the light, too.

“Hey, now. Am I not allowed to look at you?”

“You don’t have curtains, Dylan.” She points at the windows, which are completely uncovered.

“So? I’m not a modest guy. Nudity is my default setting.” Just to make the point, I grab my erection and wave it around until she puts a hand in front of her smile. “But I guess we can’t all be this ridiculous. So I have a solution.” I cross to the dresser where there’s a candle I keep there for our frequent power outages. I light it and then turn around.

She’s still watching me with big, hungry eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that look on her face. Was it always there? Did I just not see it? “Come here.”

Immediately, she complies.

I tilt her face up to look at mine. “Is it dark enough for you now?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

“Don’t you ever be sorry,” I say quietly, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “Now what’s on the syllabus tonight?”

“You choose.”

I like the sound of that. Except last time I’d felt like a pushy beast. “Fine. But what’soffthe syllabus? Give me some parameters.”

“Nothing is off limits,” she whispers. “Not one thing.”

Yowza. “But you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”

“You won’t,” she says firmly. Then she lifts her sweater and shirt off in one easy motion.