Chapter 5 #2
She picks up her pen from the desk, then—on purpose, I swear—lets it slip, so it tumbles into the void beneath the table. She drops to her knees to retrieve it, ass up, back arched, skirt so high I catch a flash of white thong. I stop breathing.
She emerges from under the table with the pen clutched like a trophy, but instead of standing she stays on her knees between my legs. Her face hovers just above my lap. She hesitates—one last chance for decency—then lays her palm on my thigh.
Time stalls.
She looks up at me, eyes tearing with the force of whatever is happening in her chest. Her palm slides higher, over the ridge of my quad, until it rests against the inseam of my jeans. She presses, gently, and finds my cock already at half mast, fighting for space.
Her lips part. She laughs, breathless, then leans in and, impossibly, kisses the bulge through my jeans.
I want to die.
“We really shouldn’t,” I whisper. It comes out more like a groan.
She doesn’t look away. “Do you want me to stop?”
God help me, I don’t.
Her hand works at my zipper, slow and careful, as if this is a chemistry experiment and one wrong move could level the house.
When she gets it open, she slides the fabric aside and releases my cock from its prison.
It lurches free, heavy and veined, the head a glossy purple, the shaft ringed with a network of angry veins that pulse with each heartbeat.
She stares, then giggles in disbelief. “Jesus, Professor. You could win awards with this.”
I laugh, a strangled sound. “Like from a porn contest? That’s not the award I would have chosen.”
She wraps both hands around it. Her fingers barely meet. “You’re huge, Liam. Absolutely enormous, and you put male porn stars to shame.”
And I am, and I’m proud of it, and I’m also mortified, because this is not a triple-X movie set and this is not how adult life is supposed to function.
But Simone’s obsessed. She stares at my dick with wide eyes, unable to take her gaze away, and then in slow motion, leans in, lips tracing the length, tongue darting out to lick the slit. She tastes the pre-come and moans, a sound so obscene I feel it in my molars.
I brace myself on the arms of the chair. My knuckles go white.
“Oh fuck, baby. Shit shit shit, that feels so good.”
My dick pulses in her small hand, wetness seeping from the tip and Simone giggles, watching.
Then, she starts slow, just licking the head, then gets bolder—opening wide, placing the tip into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucks.
The wetness, the heat, the sight of her kneeling and servicing me like she’s done this a hundred times is such a fucking turn-on.
She looks up at me as she works, showing me those big blue eyes like a good girl.
The effect is calculated and devastating.
I bury my hand in her golden locks, gentle at first. “Simone, you don’t have to—”
She bobs deeper, gagging once, then recovering.
She slides her hands up and down the shaft in a twisting motion, her spit slick and shiny.
She pumps, then dips her chin, takes me farther than I thought possible.
I can see the bulge in her throat as she moans with pleasure, saliva running down her chin.
“Mmmmph,” she groans, deep-throating me again like a pro. “Mmmm.”
I’m officially losing my mind.
“Fuck,” I grunt, hands gripping her hair now. “Oh shit!”
She breaks away, panting, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “You taste good,” she says, and then smiles again, sweet yet with intent in those innocent blue eyes.
Sure enough, she reaches under her skirt, hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her thong, and shimmies it down her thighs, never looking away from me.
She kicks them off, then uses the balled-up fabric to stroke my cock, swirling the tip with cotton before tossing the panties onto my desk, right next to her own essay draft.
She goes back to work, taking me deeper each time, her free hand now between her own legs, rubbing herself. I can see her fingers shine with wetness.
“Take off all your clothes,” I growl. “I like my girls nude when they suck me.”
She shivers, and then, with one swift motion, strips off her top and bra, exposing her perfect, round tits—pale and topped with flushed pink nipples. She wriggles out of the skirt and sits back on her heels, nude except for the elastic on her wrist and the nail polish on her toes.
Then, Simone kneels before me again, totally lush with her big breasts bobbling, and guides my cock back to her lips. She devours me with single-minded focus, as if sucking cock is what she loves most in the world.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my abs tightening as my head falls back. “You give head so well. Shit, you’re so slutty with such a slutty mouth.”
Simone merely continues sucking while smiling up at me, her hand rubbing her pussy as her lips work their magic.
“Mmm,” she groans, as if I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted. “Ummmm.”
I can’t last. I’m already right at the edge, ruined by the sight of her naked and hungry in the gold slant of afternoon.
“God, Simone,” I say. “Fuck. I’m gonna—”
She clamps down, milks me, and I can’t resist anymore. I come in a hot, violent wave, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of creamy come.
“Fuck!” I shout. “Oh shit shit suck it baby! Mmm, get it all.”
She swallows it all, greedy and unashamed, her throat working double time as she strains with the massive flood of semen into her mouth.
But Simone’s talented and doesn’t waste a drop, enjoying the taste of my white milk.
Then, the gorgeous girl pulls off, my cock reappearing inch by inch from between those pink lips and licks the head clean for good measure.
She pulls away, hair wild, chin slick with saliva and come.
“Did that make you feel good, Daddy?” she purrs, smirking, and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “Do you like that?”
I am destroyed. I am immortal. I am every idiot professor who’s ever burned his own life to the ground for the chance to touch someone this alive, and yet my body wants more. My cock won’t be satisfied until every inch is buried inside that tight young body.
“Fuck yes, baby. That was amazing. Where’d you learn to suck cock like a whore?”
She should be offended by my words, but instead Simone merely smiles coyly and climbs into my lap before kissing my mouth, soft at first, then harder, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
Her hand finds my shaft, which is already rising again.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, Professor Thomas,” she whispers. “You want more?”
God help me, yes.
How the fuck did I get so lucky? I have a gorgeous, nude co-ed in my lap, her big breasts pressed against my broad chest. Even better, she just blew me off, and my body’s still reeling, thighs twitching from the aftershocks, sweat crawling down the back of my neck, the taste of her lip gloss and my own come lingering at the back of my throat.
The air between us is raw and bright, and yet still humming with sensual promise.
I run my hands over her back, fingertips tracing the knobs of her spine, then around to cup her ass.
She wriggles, giggling, and tries to burrow deeper into my arms. Then, she leans back for a moment to show me her tits, huge and luscious and then reaches down to circle a pink nipple with one finger while looking into my eyes.
“Will you suck me, Daddy?” she whispers. “I love having a man taste me here.”
I kiss her, rough, then let my tongue wander down her jaw, her neck, to the hollow at her collarbone. I want to savor every inch of her, to make her tremble the way she made me.
I slide my hands up her body, palms full of perfect, springy tit. I suck her nipple, hard, and feel her shudder. The moan that escapes is soft and helpless.
I want to hear more of those.
I pop off her nipple, the teat glossy with my spit, and lift her off my lap, stand her up, then bend her over the edge of the desk. The surface is cool on her skin, her ass framed between the high arch of her back and the flex of her thighs.
“Oooh Daddy, what are you doing—ahhhhh!” she squeals as I kneel behind her, spreading her legs, and bury my face in her wet cunt.
She’s so wet it’s almost criminal. I lick up her slit, slow, then circle her clit with the flat of my tongue. She gasps, hips jerking, and grabs at the edge of the desk for purchase.
“Fuck, Professor,” she moans, voice high and reedy. “Oh my god, please—”
I go harder, alternating quick flicks with long, slow drags, letting her hips chase my mouth. She tries to grind on my face, but I hold her down, forcing her to take what I give, no more.
Her body is perfect: tight and golden, slick and shivering.
I reach up, palm her ass, spread her wider to enjoy the view.
Shit, she’s so beautiful, her pink pussy swollen and glistening with that back buttonhole winking at me.
I pull her wide, lick her anus for good measure, and then push two fingers inside her snatch, curling them just right.
She whines, a desperate little sound, and I know she’s close.
“You like that?” I rasp. “You have such a slutty cunt, baby. I can feel it milking my fingers already, like it’s desperate for dick. Do you need Daddy’s dick to be happy, sweetheart?”
Simone’s already crying out, her cheek pressed flat against my desk.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” she wails. “Yes, yes, yes more!”
I give her a few more delicious thrusts with my fingers, and lick her asshole again, loving the musky taste. But then I pull my fingers out of her hungry pussy, leaving her empty and gasping.
Simone whines and looks back at me, eyes wild. “Why’d you stop?”
I stand, popping my fingers into my mouth for a taste.
“You’re sweet baby. Your vag fluids are pure nectar and I’d love to bury my cock inside you as soon as possible. But we need to work on your paper more,” I say, zipping up my fly as if nothing happened. “You still don’t have a strong conclusion.”
Simone gapes at me, still lying prone and nude over my desk. “Are you serious?”
I nod, deadpan. “This doesn’t guarantee your grade will improve, Simone. You still have a lot of work to do on your paper before I can say that you’re going to pass my class.”
She looks like she might cry. Or kill me.
“Please,” she says, breath hitching. “Please, Professor. Can I finish? Can you help me finish?”
I lean back, arms crossed, and watch her squirm. “No,” I growl in a low voice. “I like my girls to be patient. That’s part of the learning process. And a part of life, to be frank. Patience is a virtue we all need to master.”
She lets out a frustrated squeal, then sinks to the floor, arms covering her face.
I ignore her, flipping through her essay with deliberate slowness.
After a minute, the beautiful blonde stands, wobbling, and starts dressing. Her hands shake as she pulls on her g-string, then her skirt, her breasts still bare and flushed. She glares at me, but there’s no hate in it—just hunger.
I watch her get dressed, palming my cock through my jeans the whole time.
When she’s finished, she moves to the door, then hesitates.
I call out, “Come here.”
She turns, wary, but approaches. Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this but she’s too sexy and beautiful without one last kiss. But it’s not going to be on my mouth.
I unzip, pull out my cock, which is already hard and dripping again, standing at its full ten inch length. “Give it a kiss goodbye,” I rasp, voice flat and final. “Just for good luck.”
Simone shoots me a murderous look, like she might kill me in the next moment.
But I know my baby girl. She’s a cock-hungry slut with needs, and sure enough, the beautiful blonde kneels, takes the head between her lips, and sucks, eyes never leaving mine.
When she pulls back, her lips are sticky with pre-come.
“There Daddy,” she whispers. “I kissed it goodbye.”
I stroke her hair, gentle. “Good girl.”
She stands, wipes her mouth, and gives me a defiant smirk. “I’m counting on more private tutoring, Professor Thomas.”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
Simone gives me once last stare, then leaves, hips swaying. The door closes behind her, and suddenly, the house is too quiet.
I don’t get up. I don’t pour myself a drink or read one of my books. I merely sit at the desk, staring at her essay, and wonder what the fuck I’ve just done.
I’m ruined. And I want more.
This is how it starts.
And I already know how it ends.