Pulling away, I kissed his forehead and looked into his eyes. “Are you okay? Is this position good for you?”
He let out a scoffing laugh, but I didn’t buy it. I set my jaw and maintained eye contact until he relented. “Fine. You know the English lit teacher in my department?”
“Seth?” I asked. Ren had mentioned him once or twice, and I’d paid attention.
“Yes.” He gnawed on his top lip. “For the last few months, I’ve had the sense that he’s had a bit of a crush on me.”
A low, dangerous sound unlike any I’d ever made before rose from my chest.
“Jealous?” He raised his brow with an amused twinkle in his eye.
“No. But did something happen today?” I was more invested in his answer than I should be, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Almost.” He wrinkled his nose. “I felt like he was about to ask me out, so I told him I was seeing someone.”
I rolled to my side, running my hand up and down his trim torso. “What did he say to that?”
“That he’d missed his window.”
That same involuntary sound, something between a grumble and a growl, made its presence known. Ren chuckled, patting my chest. His eyes went unfocused as he got sidetracked by my nipple.
“That all?” My breath caught in my throat as he took the nipple into his mouth and dragged an incisor over the sensitive nub.
“Pretty much,” he said, then started to suck on me again.
My hand cupped his head, and I pressed him to my chest. Deepening the suction, he locked his eyes with mine as he ran the flat of his tongue over the tip, back and forth, until I had to remind my lungs that they, too, served a purpose.
He pulled off with a pop, then laid butterfly kisses on the overworked flesh. “I could tell he was really disappointed,” he said, his voice distant. “And somewhere in there, I realized something I hadn’t considered.”
“And that is?” I asked, gasping as he pointed the tip of his tongue and circled the helpless bit of nerve endings.
He drew back, a pensive look in his eyes. “You’re younger than my son.”
I was sure the skin on my nipple was grateful for the break in the action, but I didn’t think Ren knew how close to nutting I was.
“And…?” I asked, not quite following.
“I guess I just never thought about it that way,” he said, climbing over me and nudging me to let him in between my body and the wall. He went after the nipple on that side, sending goose bumps to every inch of my broad chest.
Fucking hell. What were we talking about. Age? Like I could care about his age as he latched on and made happy noises. My cock, uncomfortably hard, twitched, catching his eye. A single fat drop of precum slid down it, and he caught it with the tip of his finger, swiping it back up my length before sticking his finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.
“There’s something about you that strikes me as… maybe older than Holden? Maybe it’s your facial hair, I don’t know,” he said, touching the tip of his cock to mine.
I stroked my beard. “So you’re saying I look old for my age.”
If I sounded breathless, it was because he’d pressed his cockhead against mine again, this time stretching his tight foreskin over my fat, flared tip.
His eyes laser focused on the task at hand, he continued as he spoke. “No, silly. I’m saying that, even though I’m always aware of how young you are in comparison to me, I hadn’t thought about your age as compared to my son.”
He tightened his grip, spitting on my cockhead before slipping his foreskin over it again. I grunted, rolling my hips as for a fewblazing moments he docked me and nursed me at the same time. Within seconds I was sitting on a massive orgasm.
“If you don’t mind me saying,” I choked out, “you seem to be turned on by the fact that I’m younger.”
He bit my nipple softly as he retracted his foreskin. “Mm. Maybe.”
I whimpered, my head spinning. He might not be my professor, but he was absolutely teaching me a thing or two about human sexuality. When he didn’t resume blowing my mind, I let my head loll to the side so that I could see his face.
He smirked. Oh, I saw how it was. I sat up and went to my knees, dragging him under me. Before he could say another thing about his age, or his colleagues, or his son, I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue deep into the warm cavern of his mouth.
