I really want to speak. I want to tell her to touch me and play with me and get me fired. I want her to whisper in my ear and tell me I’m pretty again.
Before I move her hands where I want them, she’s dipping them under the waistband of my gray sweats, and her nails scratch along my thighs. I swallow hard and watch as she slides down my sweatpants, but they get caught on my unmistakable erection. But she doesn’t pull them down any further. Not yet, at least.
“Do you like that?” she whispers intomy ear. She snuggles in and I internally combust. “Do you like when I touch you?”
I nod and let out a super manly whimper.
One of her hands leaves my thigh briefly to grab a few bills, and she slides them under my G-string. “I’m so glad you’re finally listening to me, Jonah.” She holds the stack of cash in front of our faces and asks, “How far will this get me? You may speak.”
“Anything you want,” I whisper way too fast. Again, I don’t give a shit if I make any money from this encounter, so I don’t bother counting it. I don’t even bother taking it. I should pay her for this!
“Will you get in trouble if you give me exactly what I want?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to get in trouble?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” she purrs. “Now pull your slutty gray sweatpants down and show me how bad you want it.” In two seconds I’m fully naked as Professor Wilde’s tiny,beautiful, freckled hands touch my chest and toy with my nipples. “Stroke yourself.”
In a flash, I give a rough tug to my aching head. Boy, if you had told me three years ago that Professor Renée Wilde would watch me stroke my cock and bite my earlobe, I would have paid better attention in her class. I would have been a teacher’s pet. Front row, hand raised, and assignments on time. I would have been begging her for extra credit during office hours.
Her body behind mine is soft and warm. Her chest and butt were the primary focus of my time in class. I desperately wanted her to show some cleavage, but she always wore sweaters, which only made me want to unwrap her. I wanted to strip her bare, kiss up her thick thighs, and lay my head on her soft stomach while she pet my hair.
But this—with her tweaking my nipple while the other hand massages my abs—it’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of her.
I stroke myself and wait with bated breath for her to say anything. Is she going to comment on the size of my dick? I think it’s a good size. Commendable. Admirable, even. I keep everything bare down there. Does she like that? Does she not? Fuck, what does she like? I want to be what she likes.
“Can I touch—” she whispers.
“Yes,” I huff, the eagerness in my voice painfully obvious.
Warm breath ghosts over my ear, and she trails fingertips from the base of my shaft to the pre-cum dripping over my crown, sending me hurtling toward an early grave.
“Do… do you like it?” I ask nervously.
She grips the head, and my lower half tightens. “I told you not to speak.”
A sound of soft frustration falls out of me because for the first time in one of these private shows,I wantto be the one who talks.
“You want my praise, don’t you?”
I nod far too many times, and her grip intensifies.
“You haven’t earned it yet. But you can prove yourself to me. You always talked too much in my class... Maybe you should put that mouth to better use.”
AM I DREAMING RIGHT NOW? There’s no way this is real life.
“Yes!” I jump off the couch and turn around, pulling her legs apart and dragging her closer in two seconds. I shove her dress up past her waist, and my nose runs along the fabric of her satin panties like a magnet.
Oh God, it’s so warm and wonderful here.
She lifts her bottom to help me pull off her panties, and they’re discarded somewhere. I don’t know; I’m too busy staring at the gorgeous red curls between her legs.
“We don’t have much time,” she warns.
I shake myself from my brain freeze, spread her open with both thumbs, and dive in tongue-first. She’s not very wet, but within a few moments, I lick every inch of her plush center and she’s glistening. Her moans send shivers down my spine, and my cock begs me to bring him out to play.
