OhGod. He’s softer and sweeter than I imagined he’d be. I want to fucking ravage him, to taste every fucking corner of his mouth, to leave my taste behind.
But with how his hand is clutching my shaft—which I’m fighting not to get hard from—and his other is looped in my shirt, Luca needs this. He needs to call the shots, to be in control. It’s not usually my thing to follow, but I anticipate what my partner needs, and he needs this.
Letting my mouth go slack, I allow Luca to take control, tentatively sliding his tongue into my mouth. I drag mine across his, but not too much. I keep it slow, at Luca’s pace.
He sighs softly when he’s had enough, drawing back to sit on his heels. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Luca. Do you still need?—”
“Yes. I don’t want to stop.” He slides closer as I relax in my chair. Luca leans down, his soft breath ghosting over my cockhead. I force my dick to stay half hard.
He opens his mouth and draws me into his warmth. I hold still, letting him get used to my size.
For a moment, his back is rigid and he’s almost panting against my lap.
Is this too much? I should have asked if he wanted to cockwarm and not just assume it was something he was into.
I’m about to tell him he can stop, that I can think of something else to get him out of his head, when he starts to suckle at me.
My back is ramrod straight as he gets more into it and I feel his body relax against my lap.
Sighing, I thread my fingers through his hair, petting him and letting him know through touch that he’s doing a good job.
Luca turns his head so he can peek up at me. Arousal slams into me as I see his mouth stretched wide around my crown. If I didn’t have such control over my erection, I’d be hard and shoving down his throat from how fucking hot he looks.
Instead, I smile at him and murmur, “You’re doing so good. Keep at it until I finish up here, okay?”
Luca places his hands on my thighs and nods, closing his eyes as he sucks gently.
After one more pet, I turn to my computer and finish entering the grades for this past assignment.
The soft suckling of Luca’s mouth feels good. I wish I could have given him what he was really asking for, but the way Luca burst in here, looking like a lost puppy, I knew anything I did wouldn’t be well received while his mind was cloudy. When we do more than me touching him or kissing him, I want him present. I want him to feeleverything.
Less than ten minutes later, I finish inputting the last grade. I look down at Luca, whose eyes are closed, his long eyelashes fanned across his pinkened cheeks.
His cheeks hollow every few seconds, his lips puckered around my crown.
With a soft hand, I rub his hair so I don’t startle him. “That’s enough, Luca.”
Luca’s eyes flicker open slowly. When he looks at me, I can see the spaced-out look in his eyes and a soft smile tips up his lips.
I cup his cheek and thumb over the small bit of saliva clinging to his bottom lip. “How do you feel?”
He sighs as he says, “Good. I… that was good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I tuck myself away and pull up my pants, then help Luca to his feet, sitting him in my chair while I take a spot on the desk. “Do you want to talk now?”
“Not right now.” His voice is soft, quiet, and a little dreamy. Like he could have fallen asleep with my cock in his mouth. “But my head doesn’t feel full anymore. It’s almost like… floating.” Luca leans back in my chair, closing his eyes. “I’ve never felt this relaxed.”
“Do you want me to walk you to your room?”
He cracks a lid. “Can you? I mean, are you allowed? You’re a professor and all.” Then he laughs, a soft sound that makes my heart thump.
Covering his mouth with his hand, he peeks up at me. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny. Nothing is funny. But I feel…” He giggles again, then covers his face with both his hands. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop.” I watch his shoulders bounce up and down as uncontrollable laughter racks his body.
“Come on,” I say, helping him up and pulling him into my arms. “Let me bring you down so you don’t drop.”
“Huh?” he asks, latching his fingers onto my sides. “Drop how?”
