Page 37 of Teach Me
His finger slipped deeper, gently twisting inside me before he added another. Shock waves of pleasure shot through me when his knuckles brushed against my prostate.
“And this?”
“Good,” I bit out, bucking against his hand, trying to ride it as he began moving in an insistent rhythm that left me gasping for air. I dug my fingers into the unforgiving wood desk.
“Such an eager little student, aren’t you?” His voice was a low growl near my ear as he curled his fingers, bringing them unerringly back to my prostate. White-hot pleasure flared in that spot with every caress.
I could only whimper in response because I was fucking spiraling, dizzy with pleasure, every movement of his fingers pushing me against the edge of the desk, the cool wood lip of it rubbing against my cock. When I managed to crack an eye and look down, there was a puddle of my own precum on the glossy surface.
This was about to get messy.
“You’ve done well with my fingers. Let’s see how you handle my cock.”
Grady shifted behind me, and I heard him rummaging around, then a frustrated curse that preceded a quiet hum of satisfaction. His fingers returned to my hole, this time cool with lube that he worked inside me with the same thorough patience he seemed to have an endless supply of. Most of the time.
His hand smoothed down my spine, pressing me lower until my cheek gently met the wood. I turned my head to the side to see his gaze moving over my face, his expression stern and focused. He was the sexiest fucking man I’d ever laid eyes on, and I couldn’t believe he was about to be inside me.
He arched a brow, a silent query I answered in a lust-drunk rush. “I fucking want it. Wantyou.” How many people on this earth had gotten to experience this? The exhilarating, taboo rush of their professor fucking them over a desk? Not as many as had fantasized about it, I knew that fucking much.
I swallowed hard as Grady’s tip kissed the warmth of my hole. The heat of him so close forced me to stifle what would have otherwise been a loud moan.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” I whispered when he pressed inside me for all of a second before my reflexes kicked him out. His resulting chuckle made me blush. “Sorry.”
“We’ll go slow, I promise. Relax for me.”
“I can do that, yeah. I can?—”
“Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
Holy shit, I was out of practice, but I nodded minutely and closed my eyes as I inhaled, focusing on his body pressed to mine. When the head of his cock breached my entrance again, I exhaled against the instinct to clench, and the sensation of him stretching me open seared through me, igniting a flame in my belly.
“Goddamn.” His voice was strained and his fingers tightened on my hips. I felt him brace against me, another low groan of pleasure escaping him as he withdrew. “You feel so good. So hot and tight it’s driving me crazy. Can you take a little more for me? Let me feel a more of that tight hole gripping my cock?”
“Yeah, fuck yes.” I was pretty sure I stuttered again, but I was beyond caring. He liked this little game, and I damn sure liked it, too.
Grady’s soothing caress to my shoulder lifted goose bumps across my back. He moved carefully, gentle arches of his hips filling me leisurely, unhurriedly withdrawing and filling me again, deeper every time until he was fully seated and I felt the warmth of his skin against my asscheeks.
He bent over, stringing kisses from the back of my neck to my shoulder and then the corner of my mouth, where he lingered. “Does it feel good for you? I want it to.” It was so unexpected, so solicitous in the heat of the moment, that my heart somersaulted.
“Are you kidding?” I panted. “I’m about to come all over your desk.”
“Good.” He brushed another kiss over my lips and straightened, spreading my cheeks once more. “Try moving a little bit, see how it feels.” My limbs already felt like noodles, but I summoned my remaining strength and pushed gingerly back against him. “Find that spot you like.”
It took me all of two seconds, and I turned into an impatient slut again, rocking back onto him, then wriggling in short, rapid thrusts that had me desperate for more of the sweet friction his cock was providing. Once I was fully relaxed, Grady rewarded me with a sharp thrust that made the desk creak beneath me. Our movements fell in sync, the desk thudding and every glide of his dick drawing groans from us both.
“That’s it, just like that.”
Grady yanked me upright as he started railing me harder, painting the side of my neck with his ragged breaths. His cock moved in rhythm with the wild gallop of my heart, each thrust making me light-headed.
“Oh god.” I exhaled the words over and over. The hot coil of pleasure in my belly tightened, and I knew I was about to shatter. “It’s so good. It feels so good now. I can’t, I’m gonna…” A line of precum stretched from the tip of my cock to the puddle onGrady’s desk, and before I could move, Grady’s hand gloved my cock. He stroked me relentlessly in rough pulls, and I exploded far too soon, body tensing as my orgasm took over and rocketed through me like a cascade of fire. My ass contracted around Grady while jizz shot from the head of my cock to land on his desk in hot white ribbons. His blunt nails dug into my skin, and with a punishing thrust and a hard grunt, he went still, his thick cock pulsing inside me so hard I felt it.
The endorphin rush left me dizzy and quaking. My head lolled back against Grady’s shoulders, and he trailed soft caresses up my side and stomach.
“Come with me.” His voice was gentle as I hitched my pants halfway up and let him lead me to the couch. Turning around, he pulled up his own pants and went to rummage through his bag again.
He returned with wet wipes. “I’m not sure they’re still wet.” But they were. He wiped us both down with tender thoroughness at odds with the intensity of the sex we’d just had, then got up to toss the wipes. This time, when he returned, he had a bottle of water he offered out to me.
I accepted it gratefully, gulping down the cold liquid as Grady sat beside me, eyes glued to my face. “Are you good?” The concern in his voice made me exhale a lazy chuckle.