This is putting them all to shame.
“Oh… oh,mmmfh.” I know he said he needed me to tell him what I wanted, but I’m pretty sure if I try to talk right now, I’m going to swallow my tongue. The best I can do is drop my hands between my legs and thread my fingers through the soft strands of his hair so I can pull him closer and moan the only word I have left to me. “More.”
That word seems to be exactly what he wants to hear, because he lets out a low groan and spears his tongue against me, turning that gentle lapping into a pressure that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I see stars when he wraps his fingers around my cock and gives me another slow, tantalizing stroke.
I don’t know how I’m getting hard again—maybe it’s just my body prepared to experience every orgasm I’ve ever denied it. Maybe it’s just Professor Levine.
I just know I’m helpless as he licks against me, again and again, until I feel the tip of his tongue delve inside me and my back comes off the bed.
“Oh, oh God.” The sound is barely more than a whine, and I don’t realize I’m tugging on his hair as hard as I am until he pulls back long enough to rumble against my skin.
“That’s right, little lamb. Show me exactly how much you want it. Fuck yourself on my tongue.” He sounds just as wrecked as I do.
I’m not sure how I manage to blush when I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body is living down south, but I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks as I grip his hair tighter and rock my body down slowly.
Once.
Tentative and unsure…
And then harder when he licks against me, dropping his other hand to slide his thumb along my ass, slipping it beside his tongue so he can tug at my hole like he’s begging entrance.
When I roll my hips again, fingers tugging on his hair harder, he growls against me, and I cry out as his tongue slips inside just a little more. It burns, but it feels so good. I’m slick from saliva, and…
And his hand lifts and swipes through some of the mess still on my stomach. When it comes back, I can feel that new wetness helping to work me open.
It’s filthy.
And I…
I jerk against him harder, my hips rolling until I’m pretty certain I’m going to feel it in every muscle tomorrow. I’ve never moved this way.
I’ve never wanted to move this way.
But I’ve also never felt the achingly perfect sensation of a tongue slowly working its way inside me while a cum-slicked finger circles my ass before joining the fray.
Impossibly, I can feel myself wantingmore.
I can feel my body tingling again.
Professor Levine must be made of magic and sin, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to have another orgasm if he keeps touching me the way he is.
“Professor.” I tug on his hair, even though my body rocks down to meet him again in complete opposition to the plea in my voice. “I… Oh, God. I don’t know if I can do this.”
His eyes roll up to meet mine, and he ticks a brow up as he makes a show of lolling his tongue out and licking a slow line along my ass again.
He doesn’t have to say it. I know what he’s asking.
Safe word.
I have a safe word.
My brows come together, and I shake my head, tugging on his hair as I hitch one leg over his shoulder, opening myself up so he can get closer.
This time, his tongue and finger slide inside me at the same time, and he catches a rhythm that seems determined to either reward or punish me for the fact that I didn’t say anything. I can’t even move anymore—I just hold onto his hair while he wrecks me, devours me… while he worships me and makes me his last meal. Between the slick heat of his tongue licking and lapping and his finger delving inside me until it finds a spot that lights me up from the inside out… I can’t hold on.
I cry out again, and it’s just his hand clamping down on my hip that keeps me from completely coming off the bed.
It takes all my willpower to glance down my body—little dribbles of cum are spilling from my cock, but that’s not what I’m focused on. I’m focused on the way Professor Levine’s pupils are blown, the way he’s buried inside me like it’s the only place he wants to be.
