Page 55 of Learn Your Limits

Chapter fifty-one

Emiliano

An elongated sigh of relief fills the space of my office.

After a harrowing semester with an extra course on my plate, we are just a week out from graduation and my grades are officially finalized.

At the moment, I’m only waiting on the grading system to update in a few minutes, and then I’ll be free of this desk for the summer.

Even with my reading glasses, my eyes are strained from focusing on the computer for hours on end.

I was eager to get these last few late assignments marked, not wanting to take home any work.

Completing work at home wasn’t something I minded so much when I was alone, but now, the thought of something taking me away from spending time with Reid is unacceptable.

Work is work.

Reid is my home.

Reclining in my desk chair, I sip at my coffee that has long grown cold from when I first brewed it this afternoon. It’s now late into the evening, and I should consider skipping this last caffeine fix, but I’d like to be awake when I get home to him.

My house has never been messier, but I’ve never been happier. Truthfully, by “messy,” I mean stray pieces of laundry or dishes that soak too long in the sink, nothing to truly gawk at and nothing that cannot be resolved by a spanking session.

I’m grateful for Reid and his efforts in keeping our home a lovely place to live.

Our home.

With taking less shifts and focusing more on his classwork these last few months, Reid has flourished and will be graduating with honors next Friday.

I’m immensely proud of him, knowing the hardships he’s had to overcome with his family and their expectations of him.

His father still has not spoken to him, but we’ve been able to have dinners with his mother at our house a few times now.

A vibration sounds against the woodtop of my desk, and I turn to watch as a few messages come in from Reid.

Reid: Hey, Professor.

Reid: Any chance you’re still in your office?

From my understanding, his last shift at the coffee shop ended hours ago, and he should be at home relaxing. What could he possibly be up to?

Me: Actually, yes. I’m finalizing grades right now.

Me: Are you asking when I’ll be home?

Reid: Ah, so you’ll still be there for a while.

Reid: Got time for one last appointment tonight?

Me: Office hours are closed, Mr. Callahan, but I can make an exception for you.

A few minutes pass before the sound of a gentle knock against my office door pulls my attention away from the stack of papers on my desk.

“Come in,” I call out, knowing it must be Reid at my door. None of my colleagues would still be here this late into the evening on the last official workday. Meaning, however Reid wants this to play out, making too much noise isn’t going to be a concern this time.

The door opens slowly, and Reid steps into my office, closing the door behind him.

His hand remains on the handle as he turns the lock, his gaze holding mine as the corner of his lips curl into a slight smirk.

“Good evening, Professor. Thanks for making time to see me,” he says, keeping his voice low.

“Normally, I wouldn’t bend the rules for a student, Mr. Callahan.” Crossing my arms, I lean farther back into my chair and stare at him over the top of my glasses. “But seeing as you asked so nicely, who am I to deny you?”

He crosses the room to me as he says, “You know, this is the last time we’re going to be on campus together.” He slides the stack of marked papers on my desk to the side before slipping in front of me, leaning back to brace his hands against the surface.

“And how do you suggest we make the most of it?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, slowly sliding the tip of my shoe along his calf and upward to his inner thigh.

Reid’s breath hitches in his throat as his hips shift, his legs widening as his grip tightens on the edge of the desk.

His heated gaze trails down my body and drops to my lap, his teeth sinking into his plump lower lip.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I could barely focus during class.

” He drags the words out slowly as he leans forward, playing into the fantasy.

“Are you telling me you’re such a cock-hungry student that you’ve been thinking about getting me alone in my office instead of listening to my lecture?” I ask, setting down my foot and widening my legs so there’s enough space for him between me and the desk. “That’s unacceptable, Mr. Callahan.”

“I’m sorry, Professor.” Reid frowns, but the blush rising in his cheeks shows his true feelings. We unfortunately didn’t get to play into this dynamic too much while we were actually student and professor, our time together typically too short and desperate to really play.

“You understand you’ll have to be punished, correct?” While I ask the question, my fingers deftly unbuckle my belt, sliding it through my pant loops with a swift tug. I can practically see Reid salivate at the move. “Get on your knees and take out your professor’s cock if you’re so desperate.”

“Yes, sir,” he rasps, sliding off the desk and sinking to his knees.

His hands slide over my legs, his fingertips dragging along my inner thighs before moving to work open the button of my slacks.

The sound of my zipper being lowered fills the quiet office, mixing with the sound of Reid’s heavy, anticipating breaths.

His amber gaze flicks up to mine as he slowly tugs down the waistband of my briefs and pulls my cock free, his warm hand wrapping around the base of my length.

Holding my gaze, he leans in and swipes his tongue over my slit, gently pulling back the taut skin wrapped around the head of my cock. He emits a groan, his hips giving a subtle shift forward as he exposes me, leaning down to swirl his tongue around my tip.

“Muy bien, Muneco.” My voice is no more than a hiss as I card my fingers into Reid’s hair and tug until his lips are barely touching my cock.

“Such a good boy,” I praise, taking hold of my cock at the base with my free hand to trace the leaking tip along his plush lips.

“Is this what you were thinking about in class?”

He releases a deep hum, running the end of his tongue over his lips to taste me. “I just wanna make you feel good, Professor. Use me however you want,” he rasps. His tongue darts out to lick up the pre-cum pooling at my tip before he sticks it out, his head tilting back until his gaze meets mine.

Reid is on his knees, waiting obediently for me to guide his next movements. The sight alone would be enough to send me spiraling over the edge if it weren't for the flaming desire blazing through my body, demanding that I give in to this fantasy.

“Use you however I want, hm?” I punctuate the question with a slap of my cock against his stubbled cheek, drawing a whimper from his lips. “What if I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until your mind truly knows nothing but me and how I’m taking your hole?”

“I’m ready for you, Professor. Turn my mind off.”

Lifting him by his hair, I guide Reid to stand, admiring the rosy pink of his lips shining in the bright light from my computer. “Be a good boy and take off your clothes for me, Mr. Callahan.”

I wait for his response, standing in front of him with my hardened cock taking up the small space between us. It’s an obscene picture; I’m dressed in the same clothes I was teaching my last lesson in just a few hours ago, waiting for an ex-student to strip so I can take him over my desk.

And fuck me, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he holds my gaze, moving his hands to the hem of his shirt. He gathers the material and drags it up, slowly revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen as he pulls the shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor.

I watch as he reaches around to his back pocket, pulling out a couple small packets of lube and placing them on the desk in front of me.

His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the tender flesh as his fingers trail along the waistband of his dark jeans before working open the button and unzipping them.

Reid pushes his jeans down his hips and steps out of them, leaving him standing before me completely nude.

“Nothing underneath?” My hand reaches out by its own accord, fingers gently tracing the lines of his hip, through coarse hair until I wrap them around his flushed cock. “Did you come to my office with wicked intentions, Reid?”

His amber gaze falls to where my hand is wrapped around him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he murmurs, jaw clenching as my grip tightens around him.

My eyes fall to the packets of lube on the desk before turning back to him.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t.” I pump him torturously slow, loving how his breath quickens beneath my touch, yet he remains perfectly under my command.

Leaning closer, I brush my lips against his, faking a kiss as I whisper, “Turn around, little liar.”

Groaning at the command, Reid turns and leans forward, bracing his hands against the surface of my desk. “Too bad I’m not still in your class, Professor. Otherwise, I’d ask if this counts for extra credit,” he says, glancing at me from over his shoulder.

A small laugh escapes me, momentarily making it hard to tear the packet of lube between my teeth, but I succeed within an additional second. “You’re right, I’m not ‘Professor’ to you anymore, am I?” I ask, coating my fingers in lube and leaving glistening lines as I trace his ass. “Who am I, baby?”

“Emiliano,” he answers, his lips curling into a smirk as he presses into my touch.

Fucking brat.

Letting out a noise of discontent, I splay a hand across his lower back, applying enough pressure to keep him in place while I just barely slip a single finger into him. “I guess I can wait right here until you decide to behave.”