He smiles again and drops his head. He nuzzles against the jut of my hip, and his breath is a warm tease through the briefs I have on when he speaks. “You smell like soap.”
Oh…
Oh…right.
“I… uh… I took a shower and… oh God…” My words catch in my throat when he strips me out of my shirt and I’m left mostly naked in front of him. “I watched some videos… so I…”
The heat in his eyes is too much—the warmth of his hand when he slides it between my legs and gently runs one finger along my ass is almost painful. “Did you get yourself clean for me like a good boy?”
I moan, blushing at the sound, but nod quickly. “Y… yes. Yes. I did.”
“So good for me,” he breathes, and then I let out a small shocked sound as he pulls down my briefs and spreads my legs. “Can I show you how good you are, Luca?”
I’m helpless, but somehow he’s still giving me the wheel, letting me drive this entire situation… and it’s that more than anything that makes me nod quickly before I breathe out the only word I can. “Please?”
Please really does seem to be the magic word, because Professor Levine brings one enormous hand up and wraps it around my cock. Just that is enough to make me nearly come off the bed—it’s only his other hand on my hip that keeps me anchored.
“Is this how you touch yourself, Luca?” The soft murmur of his question makes my face flame, but I can’t work myself into being embarrassed when he starts to stroke me in slow, steady movements that feel like they’re trying to coax my soul straight from my body. “When you’re alone, when you want to feel good, is this how you do it?”
And then he brushes his thumb across the head of my dick and I let out another pathetic little whine.
“I…” Does he actually expect me to answer? “Mmm… doesn’t feel… it doesn’t feel like… mmf…” He squeezes the base of my cock before sweeping up in another slow stroke, and I shake my head back and forth in a rapidfire response. “Doesn’t feel this good.”
“Words, Luca… it’s very important that you tell me exactly what you need.” He doesn’t stop, though—he trails his hand up, stroking my abdomen, my chest. He brushes his thumb against my nipple and I cry out. It’s too much. It’s not enough. “Come on, little lamb, talk to me.”
I drop my head back to his pillow and nod, incapable of forming the words that he wants. I’m completely lost in the moment, in the feel of him—how big his hand is as he strokesme… in the softness of his sheets and the scent of him rolling around me.
I’m lost in the fact that I’m actually here, that I’mwithMaddox Levine and he’s touching me like I’m precious, made of spun sugar. Like I’m something worth being careful with. That thought more than anything finally gives me the strength to open my eyes, to draw air into my lungs so I can finally speak. “You feel better than anything I’ve felt before.”
“Mmm, good.” That’s all he says, but his hand works faster. I would be embarrassed that I’m already so close to the edge if it weren’t for the fact that he seems determined to push me over it. When his finger and thumb pinch my nipple and he pumps his hand faster, I can’t help it. I cry out, my body tensing and my back arching as I come. I’m faintly aware that I should probably be doingsomething—maybe touching him back or telling him to fuck me—but I’m too lost in the way his eyes are burning as he watches me, in the way he’s drinking down the sight of me like I’m some kind of art.
No one has ever looked at me like that before.
He strokes me through the orgasm that’s making my body feel like I’m playing with lightning, little jolts and bolts of pleasure that are threatening to absolutely destroy me. It’s only when my muscles finally relax enough for my back to hit the bed again that he flattens his hand to my waist, and I watch with wide eyes as he raises his fingers to his lips and his tongue darts out to lick at the mess I’ve made.
“You… don’t… you don’t have to…”
His broad body covers me and he leans in, pressing his lips against mine. My mouth is suddenly filled with the flavor of salt, bitter and warm as he strokes his tongue inside and feeds my own taste back to me. I’m breathless when he finally stops kissing me, and boneless when he shifts back long enough to pull the rest of his clothes off before settling himself between my legsagain. I may be half out of it from pleasure, but I don’t miss how big he is, howhardhis dick is between his legs. How much just touching me seemed to arouse him.
Powerful—that word comes to mind again. He makes me somehow feel powerful even though I’m the one splayed out like a starfish on his bed.
“You need to know how good you taste, Luca.” His eyes drop between my legs, and I’m left wondering at what I’m supposed to do. I can return the favor, though I’m not sure if I’ll be anywhere near as good as he was.
“I can?—”
“You don’t have to do anything but lie there and be perfect, Luca. Can you keep being good for me?” That question, that word, burns through me, and I nod before I have a chance to consider what he wants me to lie here for. I half expect him to spread my legs so he can find his own pleasure…
Instead, he drops between them, flat on his stomach, and presses a warm, teasing kiss to my inner thigh.
“What are you doing?” The question comes out in an aching little whimper. My skin already feels sensitive, my nerves still dancing from the orgasm I just had. Being touched again so soon after is nearly enough to break my brain.
His eyes roll up to answer me, and there’s almost an apology in those burning blue depths. “I’m being selfish, little lamb. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
I don’t have time to process what he means before he slides his hands under my hips and lifts my ass up so he can run his tongue between my cheeks, lapping that sinful confession against my hole and all but guaranteeing that he’s going to succeed.
“OhGod.” I feel like I’m in church on a Sunday with how many times I’m saying it… but this is definitely different.I’mthe one being worshiped, and I can feel exactly how much whenProfessor Levine flattens his tongue and laves a slow, delicious stroke across my hole.
I’ve never felt anything like this. I’vewatchedvideos. I’ve read books.
