My breaths come in labored puffs. I remove my thumb, and she pushes forward, nuzzling my dick with her cheeks—first one side, then switching to the other, all while maintaining eye contact.
“‘I cannot say “whore,”’” she moans, though I’m just barely listening at this point. Barely hanging on to what little shreds of sanity I have left. Her tongue strikes me, swirling around my tip, before she dives down and drags it up the vein on the underside.
She spits on top of her fist, gripping my shaft tight, coating me in her saliva. Her lips part, and she pushes down, taking just a little while her hand continues working below.
“‘It does abhor me now I speak the word…’” These lines are sloppy, slurred, spoken around a mouthful of cock as she moves deeper, pulling away to stretch her cheek with the length.
She repeats the action, working my cock toward her throat, whimpering a bit when she hits a spot that makes her gag.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, though with her mouth occupied, it’s garbled nonsense. Still, the vibrations are delightful, euphoria licking a path up my spine from my balls.
My toes curl inside my loafers. I steal a quick glance at the door, noting if I see any shadows pass underneath. When nothing changes, I thread my fingers through her hair and stand up, angling her head back a bit.
A beat passes. She pushes my hands away, pinning them back against the desk. As she does, she forces herself to take more, keeping me in her throat for a moment before pulling off.
“Finish it,” she commands, her eyelids heavy as she swivels her head, capturing me and sucking me back in. Drool pools from the edges of her mouth when she gags again and again, the gurgling sound making my bones quiver.
My hands tremble beneath hers, going slightly numb. I wonder if she likes being restrained too or if the control is what excites her—if it could be both, the way it has always been for me.
In my fantasies at least. Before her, that was the only place I had any say.
I unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth and close my eyes. “‘To do the act that might the addition earn…’”
She pumps me hard, fast, in dizzying strokes and yanks her mouth off. “Open your eyes, baby. Don’t you want to see the mess you make?”
Her lips return, her head moving faster as she bobs up and down, up and down. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and release barrels through my limbs, spreading like a goddamn fire?—
Abruptly, she slows, and my entire world comes to a screeching halt. Adrenaline courses through me, my chest tight with impending climax that suddenly has nowhere to go.
My eyes pop open.
She moves in again, moaning louder than before, each forward thrust drawing an almost-pained, pouty noise from her throat.
My head lolls back, and I pant, struggling to keep my composure.
“That’s it,” she murmurs between ministrations, driving me to the brink and back. “This is what you’ve wanted since the first day of class, isn’t it? Me on my knees, letting you use me however you want.”
“Yes,” I groan, my release shooting up and?—
She yanks away once more, slowing to an almost halt, and my orgasm gets stuck on the precipice.
Chest heaving, head swimming, I snap my neck forward and glare at her. “Elle, for fuck’s sake.”
“What’s the matter?” she asks, licking my tip like a lollipop, smacking it against her face. It twitches, and she gives me a devilish smile. “You don’t like this?”
“I fucking love it,” I admit, breathless. What’s the point of lying?
Footsteps clamor down the hall outside, and I freeze, eyeing the door.
Elle has no such qualms, sucking me right back into her sweet goddamn mouth, increasing the pace of her previous efforts.
“Christ, temptress, maybe we should?—”
Speaking becomes nearly impossible, though, when she fully seats me inside her throat, releasing my hand to reach up and rub against me from the outside. The tip of her tongue laps at my balls as she remains in place for several seconds.
I jam my knuckles between my teeth. Shit, shit, shit. Anyone could walk in right now and catch us.
I’m not even sure I’d mind.
