I can’t think.
All I can do is lie back as he starts to move, his hips snapping forward and dragging across my overstimulated prostate over and over again until I’m pretty sure I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
There’s just the feel of him inside me—the heat of his eyes. There’s just him, and the fact that for the first time someone’s inside me… and all that I want…
All that I want is to live in the weight of his gaze and the feel of him filling me up for the rest of my life.
Professor Levine moves like he can hear my thoughts, dropping down to slide his hands beneath my shoulders. He presses his lips to mine, and I open my mouth helplessly and let him kiss me as he rocks into me, slow and deep.
I know it isn’t going to last long—he’s probably been edging himself just as much as he’s been overstimulating me. But he still takes his time, he still thrusts into me until my entire body is one fine tremble, caught on fire, until my vision is going hazy…
Until I tear my mouth away from his so I can cry out, “Mmmf… please… please, please. Please!”
His hips snap faster when I start to beg. He lets out a low groan as he chases his pleasure, grabbing me with his warm hands and forcing me over the edge with him as he comes.
For a moment, my vision whites out. My body writhes, my heart thundering so hard I can’t think. I can barely hear Professor Levine panting my name over and over again…
And then it all comes back in little spotty bits—my name on his lips, his cock buried in my ass… my cock helplessly trying to spill one last orgasm out even though there’s nothing left.
And…
His arms around me as he pulls me close… his mouth as he presses a soft, tender kiss to my brow, my nose. To my lips. “You’re so good, little lamb. You’re so good for me.”
He stays like that, buried inside me and kissing my face, my cheeks, my throat… my collarbone. His lips slowly bring me down from the edge, the warmth of his mouth helping me to steady my breathing. Once I can finally draw a deep breath, he slowly pulls from inside me.
I can feel it—the slide of his slowly softening cock, the heat of cum following the motion… the cool kiss of air on my hole. I clench around the emptiness and let out a soft whine that makes him glance down.
“Oh… Luca… what am I going to do with you?” Even as he says it, I want to answer.
Keep me. Please… just keep me.
But instead, I can only ask a question as he starts to move. “W-what…” My words are completely slurred at this point. I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to be able to understand me. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t taste you like this.” He slides his fingers through the mess leaking out of my ass, and I let out a tiny whimper, my body twitching, my spent dick trying to convince me it can manage one more bout of hardness when Professor Levine slides his tongue around my rim and licks his cum from inside me.
“Oh… mmm… please.” I don’t know what I’m doing. Asking him to stop. Asking him for more. I can’twantmore… but I know my answer when he slides his fingers inside me and strokes again. “More…”
“I don’t think you can handle more,” he murmurs, but he licks again, stroking his fingers in time with the motion in a slow, steady motion like he already knows every place that lights me up from the inside out.
And maybe he was right…
When his fingers carefully press inside me and another lick of pleasure darts along my spine, I feel it.
My body trembles.
My breath catches…
And before my brain can try to work out how to find the strength to handle another orgasm, darkness eats away at the edge of my vision.
The only thought I have is that I’m here…
I’m safe.
Maddox Levine will take care of me.
And that… well, that might be the best thing I’ve felt all night.
