Chapter 15 #2
“Mmm, good.” That’s all he says, but his hand works faster.
I would be embarrassed that I’m already so close to the edge if it weren’t for the fact that he seems determined to push me over it.
When his finger and thumb pinch my nipple and he pumps his hand faster, I can’t help it.
I cry out, my body tensing and my back arching as I come.
I’m faintly aware that I should probably be doing something—maybe touching him back or telling him to fuck me—but I’m too lost in the way his eyes are burning as he watches me, in the way he’s drinking down the sight of me like I’m some kind of art.
No one has ever looked at me like that before.
He strokes me through the orgasm that’s making my body feel like I’m playing with lightning, little jolts and bolts of pleasure that are threatening to absolutely destroy me.
It’s only when my muscles finally relax enough for my back to hit the bed again that he flattens his hand to my waist, and I watch with wide eyes as he raises his fingers to his lips and his tongue darts out to lick at the mess I’ve made.
“You… don’t… you don’t have to…”
His broad body covers me and he leans in, pressing his lips against mine.
My mouth is suddenly filled with the flavor of salt, bitter and warm as he strokes his tongue inside and feeds my own taste back to me.
I’m breathless when he finally stops kissing me, and boneless when he shifts back long enough to pull the rest of his clothes off before settling himself between my legs again.
I may be half out of it from pleasure, but I don’t miss how big he is, how hard his dick is between his legs.
How much just touching me seemed to arouse him.
Powerful—that word comes to mind again. He makes me somehow feel powerful even though I’m the one splayed out like a starfish on his bed.
“You need to know how good you taste, Luca.” His eyes drop between my legs, and I’m left wondering at what I’m supposed to do. I can return the favor, though I’m not sure if I’ll be anywhere near as good as he was.
“I can—”
“You don’t have to do anything but lie there and be perfect, Luca. Can you keep being good for me?” That question, that word, burns through me, and I nod before I have a chance to consider what he wants me to lie here for. I half expect him to spread my legs so he can find his own pleasure…
Instead, he drops between them, flat on his stomach, and presses a warm, teasing kiss to my inner thigh.
“What are you doing?” The question comes out in an aching little whimper. My skin already feels sensitive, my nerves still dancing from the orgasm I just had. Being touched again so soon after is nearly enough to break my brain.
His eyes roll up to answer me, and there’s almost an apology in those burning blue depths. “I’m being selfish, little lamb. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
I don’t have time to process what he means before he slides his hands under my hips and lifts my ass up so he can run his tongue between my cheeks, lapping that sinful confession against my hole and all but guaranteeing that he’s going to succeed.
“Oh God.” I feel like I’m in church on a Sunday with how many times I’m saying it… but this is definitely different. I’m the one being worshiped, and I can feel exactly how much when Professor Levine flattens his tongue and laves a slow, delicious stroke across my hole.
I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve watched videos. I’ve read books.
This is putting them all to shame.
“Oh… oh, mmmfh.” I know he said he needed me to tell him what I wanted, but I’m pretty sure if I try to talk right now, I’m going to swallow my tongue.
The best I can do is drop my hands between my legs and thread my fingers through the soft strands of his hair so I can pull him closer and moan the only word I have left to me. “More.”
That word seems to be exactly what he wants to hear, because he lets out a low groan and spears his tongue against me, turning that gentle lapping into a pressure that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I see stars when he wraps his fingers around my cock and gives me another slow, tantalizing stroke.
I don’t know how I’m getting hard again—maybe it’s just my body prepared to experience every orgasm I’ve ever denied it. Maybe it’s just Professor Levine.
I just know I’m helpless as he licks against me, again and again, until I feel the tip of his tongue delve inside me and my back comes off the bed.
“Oh, oh God.” The sound is barely more than a whine, and I don’t realize I’m tugging on his hair as hard as I am until he pulls back long enough to rumble against my skin.
“That’s right, little lamb. Show me exactly how much you want it. Fuck yourself on my tongue.” He sounds just as wrecked as I do.
I’m not sure how I manage to blush when I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body is living down south, but I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks as I grip his hair tighter and rock my body down slowly.
Once.
Tentative and unsure…
And then harder when he licks against me, dropping his other hand to slide his thumb along my ass, slipping it beside his tongue so he can tug at my hole like he’s begging entrance.
When I roll my hips again, fingers tugging on his hair harder, he growls against me, and I cry out as his tongue slips inside just a little more. It burns, but it feels so good. I’m slick from saliva, and…
And his hand lifts and swipes through some of the mess still on my stomach. When it comes back, I can feel that new wetness helping to work me open.
It’s filthy.
And I…
I jerk against him harder, my hips rolling until I’m pretty certain I’m going to feel it in every muscle tomorrow. I’ve never moved this way.
I’ve never wanted to move this way.
But I’ve also never felt the achingly perfect sensation of a tongue slowly working its way inside me while a cum-slicked finger circles my ass before joining the fray.
Impossibly, I can feel myself wanting more.
I can feel my body tingling again.
Professor Levine must be made of magic and sin, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to have another orgasm if he keeps touching me the way he is.
“Professor.” I tug on his hair, even though my body rocks down to meet him again in complete opposition to the plea in my voice. “I… Oh, God. I don’t know if I can do this.”
His eyes roll up to meet mine, and he ticks a brow up as he makes a show of lolling his tongue out and licking a slow line along my ass again.
He doesn’t have to say it. I know what he’s asking.
Safe word.
I have a safe word.
My brows come together, and I shake my head, tugging on his hair as I hitch one leg over his shoulder, opening myself up so he can get closer.
This time, his tongue and finger slide inside me at the same time, and he catches a rhythm that seems determined to either reward or punish me for the fact that I didn’t say anything.
I can’t even move anymore—I just hold onto his hair while he wrecks me, devours me…
while he worships me and makes me his last meal.
Between the slick heat of his tongue licking and lapping and his finger delving inside me until it finds a spot that lights me up from the inside out… I can’t hold on.
I cry out again, and it’s just his hand clamping down on my hip that keeps me from completely coming off the bed.
It takes all my willpower to glance down my body—little dribbles of cum are spilling from my cock, but that’s not what I’m focused on. I’m focused on the way Professor Levine’s pupils are blown, the way he’s buried inside me like it’s the only place he wants to be.
He licks me through the way my body keeps seizing, through the tantalizing feel of my muscles clenching around his tongue and fingers over and over again.
Professor Levine stays between my legs until my fingers fall from his hair and my body goes limp against the bed.
He presses another sticky kiss against my thigh and then shifts upward.
Do I remember him taking the rest of his clothes off? Do I remember him undressing me any more?
I’m not sure. My head feels floaty and my body is stardust, a thousand tiny fractured pieces of whoever I used to be, scattered into the dark blue galaxy that is Maddox Levine’s eyes.
There’s no gravity, no oxygen. There’s just him and the burning heat of his skin, the warmth in his eyes like the sun in the center of the unexplored endlessness.
A whole new world.
“Little lamb?” I’m so focused on the way his lips are shiny with cum and saliva that I can’t answer. My mouth moves, but nothing comes out. “Luca?”
“Mmmmf?” I’m surprised I manage that much, and I almost giggle at how proud I am of the accomplishment.
“Do you need to safe-word?”
There’s more? I want to say, but that’s too many syllables for me to summon up. Instead, I’m caught up on the way his fingers gently skate up and down along my sides… the way he keeps checking in with me.
The way that, even though I’m practically paralyzed under the weight of his attention… I’m somehow still in control.
It’s that last bit of knowledge that gives me the strength to summon up a word. One word. That same word again.
“More.”
The slow expression of wonder that crosses his expression is chased away with a heat that makes him look almost feral.
Dangerous.
That heat zips from his eyes along my spine and makes me moan as he crawls between my legs and whispers… “Good boy.”
I watch almost helplessly as he grabs a bottle of lube, and my muscles start to tremble uncontrollably when he slicks two fingers and works them inside me before coating his cock and positioning himself between my legs.
There’s another pause—a beat where he looks at me, where he gives me another chance to say something. To stop him. The fact that he’d back off now even though I know he has to be so hard it probably hurts just makes me nod.
“Luca, can I fuck you like this?” He’s looking between us when he asks, at my hole that’s probably stretched and slick from his tongue and fingers… at his cock…
Shiny with lube.
And…
Like this?
Shiny with lube and no condom.
“Professor?” At least I manage a word now, and his eyes tear from the sight in front of him to look up at me. And then… “Oh…”
“I can get a con—”
“I trust you.” I cut him off, and with the last little bit of strength I have, I take a trembling breath and finish. “Don’t put anything between us.”
He stares at me, his expression almost unreadable. “Okay, little lamb. If that’s what you want.”
I can’t summon the strength to tell him that all I want is him, and thankfully he doesn’t ask me to.
Professor Levine spreads my legs a little wider, dragging my hips up before he slides his cock inside me one slow inch at a time. It’s too much.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
All I can do is lie back as he starts to move, his hips snapping forward and dragging across my overstimulated prostate over and over again until I’m pretty sure I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
There’s just the feel of him inside me—the heat of his eyes. There’s just him, and the fact that for the first time someone’s inside me… and all that I want…
All that I want is to live in the weight of his gaze and the feel of him filling me up for the rest of my life.
Professor Levine moves like he can hear my thoughts, dropping down to slide his hands beneath my shoulders. He presses his lips to mine, and I open my mouth helplessly and let him kiss me as he rocks into me, slow and deep.
I know it isn’t going to last long—he’s probably been edging himself just as much as he’s been overstimulating me. But he still takes his time, he still thrusts into me until my entire body is one fine tremble, caught on fire, until my vision is going hazy…
Until I tear my mouth away from his so I can cry out, “Mmmf… please… please, please. Please!”
His hips snap faster when I start to beg. He lets out a low groan as he chases his pleasure, grabbing me with his warm hands and forcing me over the edge with him as he comes.
For a moment, my vision whites out. My body writhes, my heart thundering so hard I can’t think. I can barely hear Professor Levine panting my name over and over again…
And then it all comes back in little spotty bits—my name on his lips, his cock buried in my ass… my cock helplessly trying to spill one last orgasm out even though there’s nothing left.
And…
His arms around me as he pulls me close… his mouth as he presses a soft, tender kiss to my brow, my nose. To my lips. “You’re so good, little lamb. You’re so good for me.”
He stays like that, buried inside me and kissing my face, my cheeks, my throat… my collarbone. His lips slowly bring me down from the edge, the warmth of his mouth helping me to steady my breathing. Once I can finally draw a deep breath, he slowly pulls from inside me.
I can feel it—the slide of his slowly softening cock, the heat of cum following the motion… the cool kiss of air on my hole. I clench around the emptiness and let out a soft whine that makes him glance down.
“Oh… Luca… what am I going to do with you?” Even as he says it, I want to answer.
Keep me. Please… just keep me.
But instead, I can only ask a question as he starts to move. “W-what…” My words are completely slurred at this point. I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to be able to understand me. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t taste you like this.
” He slides his fingers through the mess leaking out of my ass, and I let out a tiny whimper, my body twitching, my spent dick trying to convince me it can manage one more bout of hardness when Professor Levine slides his tongue around my rim and licks his cum from inside me.
“Oh… mmm… please.” I don’t know what I’m doing. Asking him to stop. Asking him for more. I can’t want more… but I know my answer when he slides his fingers inside me and strokes again. “More…”
“I don’t think you can handle more,” he murmurs, but he licks again, stroking his fingers in time with the motion in a slow, steady motion like he already knows every place that lights me up from the inside out.
And maybe he was right…
When his fingers carefully press inside me and another lick of pleasure darts along my spine, I feel it.
My body trembles.
My breath catches…
And before my brain can try to work out how to find the strength to handle another orgasm, darkness eats away at the edge of my vision.
The only thought I have is that I’m here…
I’m safe.
Maddox Levine will take care of me.
And that… well, that might be the best thing I’ve felt all night.