Page 36 of Teach Me

“I wanted to suck your cock.” His lips tipped up in a grin. “I wanted you to want it as badly as I did, wanted you to bend me over your desk and fuck me until I couldn’t catch my breath.”

I studied his face, the feverish hunger in his eyes, wondering if mine reflected the same. “Unzip me and pull out my cock,” I told him, leaning back in the chair. “Get it wet, suck it until I can’t stand it anymore.”

The heat in Cameron’s eyes flared bright as his eager fingers reached for my belt buckle. The sound of it clinking open registered as loud in the quiet room. He moved with deliberate slowness, making sure I felt every inch of my zipper’s retreat as he lowered it, while I gritted my teeth against the shudder that raced along my spine.

Those slender fingers wrapped around my erection, pulling it free from the confines of my trousers. Cameron’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of my stiff cock already leaking precum. A jolt of electricity zapped through my balls as he flicked his tongue out, tracing the shape of my crown before taking me into his mouth.

His lips and tongue working down my shaft drew a moan from deep within my chest, and I reveled in the sight of him on his knees before me, the way his eyes flicked up to meet mine with a look of pure satisfaction as he let my cock slip free, wet and wanting.

“Like that?” His voice was husky with arousal, lips a glossy temptation as he went back for more, sucking my tip.

“Deeper.” The effort of forming a coherent sentence was seared away under the heat of his tongue, and I ran my fingers through the soft strands of his hair, grasping the roots. He enveloped me again, setting the world around me into a dizzying spin in my periphery. When Cameron groaned, thereverberations transmitted down my shaft and into my balls. “Like that. God yes, just like that.” The words slipped from me in a broken gasp as he continued his delicious torment until we were moving in unison, my grip on his hair keeping the pace while I thrust into the back of his throat.

When he sputtered, I slowed, letting him take a breath, then pushed inside him again until I was too close to the edge. Tugging him by his hair, I stalled him before I lost control.

“Stand up and unzip.”

Cameron complied quickly, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his fly, his movements shaky but eager. He shoved both pants and boxers down to his ankles, flushed cock bobbing in the air, pink and mouthwatering. I dragged a finger down the stiff length and reveled at the harsh intake of air that simple movement elicited.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock.” The compliment came out unbidden and unexpected, but it was true.

“I do?” The pleased appreciation in Cameron’s voice pinged something deep inside me that didn’t belong within the parameters of this role-play. I tamped it down and issued a gruff “Turn around and put your hands on the desk.”

I managed to keep my poise and hold back a soft sigh as Cameron spun around, exposing the bare, muscular globes of his ass, paler than the rest of him. Keeping my movements as slow and deliberate as he had, I traced the length of his hamstrings, splaying my fingers over the hard, round cheeks, dragging a knuckle up his crease. It’d been so goddamned long since I touched a man this way. With intent, with genuine interest, with desire that burned me from the inside out. “I want to taste you before I fuck you.”

“Oh shit,” he whispered. “I mean, yes, please. Whatever you want, Professor.”

Those words shouldn’t have held me in a thrall me the way they did, and before every ounce of training and logic I possessed came crashing through the throb of anticipatory pleasure simmering inside me, I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks, finding the tight, pink ring of his entrance.

I’d fantasized about licking that smooth skin, exploring it with my tongue, stretching it with my fingers, feeling it tense around my cock.

Cameron moaned when I traced my finger around his rim, his body jerking and quivering.

“You like that?”

“F-f-fuck yes,” he stuttered.

I did it again, this time applying enough pressure that he clenched reflexively, and the tremor that went through him was so strong it felt like a jolt to my cock. I gripped his hip with one hand, keeping him open to me with the other as I flicked my tongue out to taste him, groaning at the way his legs shook. A soft moan followed as I let my tongue drift up and down his crack, finding his pucker on the downstroke and sweeping over it.

And then, rubbing my thumb over the slick muscle, I asked, “Ready for more?”

18

CAM

For the last twenty minutes, my heart had been in my throat. Now, as I braced myself against Grady’s desk, it was trying to beat out of my chest while all the blood in my body migrated to my dick.

Every word he uttered, every question he asked, dark eyes hooded with desire, searching my face, lingering over my lips and throat, had me so fucking flustered and turned on. I was sure my cheeks were as flushed as my cock. I’d walked into his office confident, emboldened by his reaction to the video I’d sent, but once my classroom daydreams started becoming a reality, I found myself stuttering through the anticipation, tongue-tied with raw desire as my pulse thundered in my ears.

If he didn’t put a finger or cock inside me soon, I was afraid I’d explode.

“Still want this?” Grady’s voice was lust-thick but steady, finger tapping my hole before he rubbed over it again. His grip on me was tight and commanding, his nearness intoxicating. The stubble on his chin scratched against my bare ass, sending tingles down to my already throbbing cock.

“Yes. Please.” My eyes shuttered close, devouring the sensation—I’d never felt it sober before. “I’m dying. Please, please, just fuck me.”

A noisy gasp jumped from my throat as Grady worked a slick finger past the tight ring of muscle. “How’s that, Cameron?”

Fuck me, he was using his teacher voice, and I was a total slut for it. “Good. Perfect,” I managed breathlessly.