“It’s hard,” I say honestly.
“I know, but you can do it for me.” He slows his strokes, hitting my spot just right, making my eyes roll back and the pressure in my balls grow.
“Fuck,” Sir curses softly, then pulls out of me. He manhandles me until I’m on my knees facing him. He rips off the condom, jerks his dick and says, “Open your mouth.”
I do it willingly, eagerly, craving a mouth full of his cum. As the first spurt lands on my tongue, salty and so damn good, I whimper. He keeps going, emptying his balls into my mouth until he’s wrung dry before he says, “Swallow.”
And I do, don’t lose a drop of him, letting his pleasure slide down my throat while I wonder how I’ve gone so long without this.
Sir pulls me to my feet, jerking me off with a soft, “Come for me.” That’s all it takes for me to let go, my orgasm making me whine in pleasure as I shoot in his hand.
He makes me lick it all up, then wraps his arms around me, whispers in my ear, “Good boy. You pleased me so well,” as I melt into him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” And I am, even if I know I won’t be later.
He pulls back, looking at me, trying to see if I’m lying to him. “I didn’t plan this when I came here.”
“I know.” I wouldn’t have done it if he had.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, but…I need to get dressed. I need to get out there.”
“I’m nervous about leaving you alone right now.”
“I’ll be fine, Colton.” I pull back, use some tissues to wipe my groin before pulling up my underwear and pants. “I promise,” I add when I realize he’s not moving.
“Okay. If you’re not, tell me. I’ll be very upset if you don’t, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll talk tonight.” He pulls his clothes on as well, then heads for the door. He stops, turns to look at me. “I’m sorry,” he says, then slips out the door.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Colton
Ifucked upbig-time.
It’s one thing for us to joke around about hooking up at school, but another entirely to do it. As his Dom, I’m supposed to keep him in safe situations—push his boundaries yes, but not risk his whole damn career just to bust a nut.
I’m simplifying it, of course, because it was about more than that. Everything with him is about more than it’s supposed to be. I’ve been so hungry for him, so fucking feral to possess him and give him what we both needed that I lost my head. It’s my responsibility not to do that. I let my dick do the thinking, let my desire to have him again steer my decisions…and it had beenhot. One of the hottest moments of my life, and I’m stuck between my desire to do it again and my fear of not only how much I want him, but what will happen if this comes crashing down on us.
It’s all I can think about during class, my brain alternating between remembering what my professor looks like on his knees, begging for my cock, and berating myself for that very thing. James is teaching the way he always does, not appearing to be bothered by or thinking about what happened. I’m familiar enough with him though to know he must be. He’s covering it up, hiding behind this well-built facade that Idon’t think enough people try and look beyond. They don’t see half the man he truly is. I don’t either, not yet, but I know there’s more, and I want to see it. All of it.
Once the class is over, I take longer than I need to pack my bag. I’m the last one out but don’t let myself linger as long as I’d like to.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Make sure to eat your lunch.”
When his tongue slips out, running along his bottom lip, and it takes everything inside me not to lean in and kiss him, I know it’s time to leave. “Talk to you later, Professor Valentine,” I say, forcing myself from the room. I can’t stay in his class. I want him too much for that.
*
“I’m so fucked,”I tell Hannah when I get to the shop after school.
