Chapter 22
Alex
“Excuse me, is Professor Alvarez in his office?” I ask the student receptionist behind the desk. It’s Monday morning and I’m in the lobby of the art department, speaking with a girl at the reception desk. I guess Josh isn’t working today.
“He is,” she says. “But I think his office hours are on Thursday. Do you have an appointment to see him today?”
“No, I just wanted to drop by real quick before my first class. I want to give him an overdue assignment,” I lie. I actually have his class later in the morning. I just wanted to stop by and see him privately.
“Oh, gotcha,” she says. “Let me go check if he’s available.”
She leaves to the hallway that leads to Alonzo and the other art professors’s offices. A few minutes later, she returns with a smile and waves me in.
“You can come in,” she says. She walks me into his office and leaves when Alonzo thanks her.
Alonzo is sitting at his desk, grading assignments.
“I wanted to thank you for Friday night,” I say. “I left your house so abruptly on Saturday that I didn’t get to thank you. I’m sure you got in trouble for what you did. Stuff like that doesn’t just vanish, especially in the age of social media.”
“It’s been taken care of,” he says. “You don’t need to worry about anything.”
Is it?
Now more than ever, I want to leave this town for good. No more Jacob, no more Liam, no more… Alonzo.
My mom and I need a fresh start, but we can’t do that without money. I need to go through with Jacob’s plan.
I spent most of the weekend thinking about Friday’s party. I cried until I could no longer cry, and that’s when I realized something. I can’t let Liam’s actions take over my life. He will not ruin me. I’ve already given up too much control to men like Jacob. This time, I’m taking back control.
That’s what I’m thinking about as I approach Alonzo’s desk and sit on his lap.
“What is this?” he asks with dark humor in his voice.
“Well,” I say, placing a hand on his lap and slowly inching it up his leg. “I’m very grateful for what you did. I would like to repay you.”
The fabric under my hand twitches and stretches as his cock comes alive the closer I get to his upper thigh.
“I will never let anything happen to you,” Alonzo mutters. His breath stills.
His voice sends goosebumps down my neck. He sounds sincere, and I believe him.
“I know.”
My hand finally reaches something hard, and I trace its long path to its base. In fact, it’s a little too long.
There’s no way it’s this long. There must be something else in his pocket.
“What is this?” I ask, feeling embarrassed that I was trying to be sexy by touching something that’s not even his dick.
“That is all yours,” he says before the long object twitches under my fingers. “If you want it.”
Holy shit .
I came here thinking I could blow him under the pretext that I was thankful to him for saving me. But now that I have his long and hard cock under my fingertips, I’m very curious to see it. To taste it…
Saliva pools under my tongue and lips. A sudden craving to have my lips around this incredibly handsome man’s cock overtakes me.
I rise from his lap, and his hands slowly drop from my body. His dark eyes follow mine as I kneel before him and part his legs.
He swallows hard as his hard cock tents at his crotch. His eyes are full of anticipation. I slide my hands up each of his legs, slowly arriving at his belt, and undo it without breaking eye contact with him.
He groans when I unzip his pants and slide a hand inside. His cock is hard and warm in my grip. As I stroke it, it becomes clear just how long it really is. It isn’t just the fact that my hands are small, his cock really is massive.
He rests his head back on his chair and lets his jaw drop as I continue to stroke him.
How am I going to take him all in? Can I?
I stroke the tip of his cock as best as I can. It’s already wet with anticipation, but moving it up and down inside his crowded pants isn’t working too well. Instead, I gently circle my thumb over the tip of his cock. His natural lubrication smooths my touch, but there’s still enough friction that Alonzo twitches under my touch and grips the edge of his desk.
“Fuck” he mutters.
A few minutes later, I gather the courage to do it. I fist the top of his pants and pull them down. Alonzo lifts his hips, and his pants come down, causing his cock to spring out. Its tip shoots up inches from my face.
I pause for a beat, shocked at its length. I grab it with both hands and slowly stroke it up and down. It’s still inches from my face.
“God,” Alonzo growls under his breath.
He grips his hands on his armchairs, his fingertips turning white. His eyes are on mine now, his expression begging me to take him into my mouth.
But he’ll have to wait. I’m teasing him just like he teased me in this exact office last week. There is something so hot about Alonzo looking at me with desperate, needy eyes. He doesn’t have to say anything. I can read his face as plainly as any other person.
When I can’t fight my own craving any longer, I place the tip of my tongue on the base of his cock and slowly make my way up to his tip.
“Holy fuck,” he says.
His body shudders when my tongue arrives under his cock’s head. I know what he longs for—what I long for—but I want to savor the moment a little longer. I continue to stroke his cock with one hand while my tongue explores his full length.
Alonzo’s cock is the biggest I have ever seen, so I focus on the tip of his cock as I work up the courage to take him in. I’m nervous. I don’t want to disappoint him. Not just because I have to seduce him but because I want to seduce him.
There is that primal voice behind my head again. I can’t hear what it says, but I know what it wants: to please Alonzo for my own pleasure.
“Please,” Alonzo begs softly as my tongue swirls around the tip of his cock. His eyes are begging me to take him in. He’s desperate for it.
As my tongue works his tip, I cautiously dip my head, putting his tip in my mouth. Alonzo utters a deep fuck .
I wrap my lips around his cock and lower my head just before his cock reaches the back of my throat. The crazy thing is that I’ve only taken in half of his full length.
I lift my head to catch my breath, then lower my mouth around his cock again. I continue to stroke him as I take him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Alex,” he says. He fists my hair to keep my head in place and moves his hips up and down, fucking my face as he pleases. “So fucking beautiful,” he mouths with his dark eyes on mine.
His cock tastes so good in my mouth that my nipples harden, and I can feel my panties getting wet. Outside, footsteps and soft voices pass by, but that doesn’t stop me, especially when Alonzo’s face turns to pure ecstasy. In fact, the sounds outside the office turn me on, and I stroke his cock faster.
“I’m gonna come,” Alonzo’s voice quivers. He releases my hair and aimlessly reaches for a box of tissue paper on his desk. But I keep going. I don’t want to stop now. He mutters my name one more time when he realizes I’m still taking him into my mouth. “Alex.”
I take his cock out to catch my breath and tell him he can come in my mouth. That was something a previous boyfriend always liked. He thought it was hot. I never really cared for it, but something tells me Alonzo may like it.
And I’m right. As soon as the words leave my mouth, he puts both hands on either side of my head and forces me down onto his massive cock.
My eyes water, but I don’t mind. I’m enjoying it as much as he is, if not more. I can’t wait to taste more of him in my mouth.
A few seconds later, a low growl escapes his lips, and his entire body shudders. His cock releases so much of him inside my mouth that I swallow it as fast as I can to avoid spilling any of it. It leaves a pleasant sweet and salty taste in my mouth.
I pull his cock out. A few drops of come spill down his cock as it throbs in the air in front of me.
“Will you be a good girl and clean me up?” he asks with a smile.
I lean in and clean the last drops of come on his cock with my tongue. I swirl it once more around his cock to pick up every last drop.
“Good girl,” he says with quivering lips.