He said I don’t need to worry about depth, but I want to. I want more. So much more. I want all of it. So I try.
Without him adding any more pressure to the back of my head, I lean in and swallow at least three more inches of his cock. The pressure on the inside of my throat is both frightening and thrilling at the same time. I’m on the verge of choking, but the heat and thickness of his shaft is delicious.
“Fuck, Jessie,” he gasps, trying to pull back. “You’re going to make me—”
But I don’t pull away.
I go deeper, almost taking him down to his balls.I’ll get him all the way next time.
And that’s when I feel it.
The muscles in his cock flex. His shaft expands. He speaks, his voice chattering like a recording on fast-forward.“The ejaculation reflex is mediated by the—by the sympathetic nervous system—”
He’s panting like an animal. His words are fractured. His hand twists into a fist in my hair. It hurts, but I like it. I love everything about this. After everything he did for me in our last session, all I want to do is pleasure him.
“Seminal fluid is produced in the—fuck—the seminal vesicles and prostate—” Somehow, his clinical dirty talk is perfect. I feel a pulsing between my legs. A desperate desire to be filled. “Jessie, I can’t hold out—”
He comes.
His body goes rigid, and I feel the pulse of his release on my tongue—warm and salty and bitter at the same time. I know some girls don’t like it, but to me, Professor Holt’s cum tastes like the most delicious dessert imaginable.
I swallow it all. And not because it’s the thing to do but becauseI want to. I look up at him, eyes locked as he watches me with an expression of adoration that sends my heart into the sky.
I did it. Hell yeah, I did it.
Once his climax finishes, his hand loosens in my hair, and he cups my cheek, his thumb gently caressing me the way he caressed my arm in the quad.
“Jessie,” he says, panting. “Jessie, I—”
He lifts me to my knees and pulls me up against him. Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my neck, holding me so tight I can feel his heart pounding through his chest against mine. I’m absolutely on fire for this man.
How did I get so lucky to end up in his class?
“I’ve spent my whole life being in control,” he says. “I built a life here where nothing was meant to be uncertain or unplanned. But thenyouwalked into my class, and you know what happened then?”
My eyes sting and blur as tears begin to pool. “No.”
“I lost control.”
My heart is doing something that should probably be monitored in a medical setting.
“August—”
“I’m in love with you, Jessie,” he says. His expression shifts, as though he realizes he should not have said what he just did. He shakes his head. “Love, of course, is the neurochemical bonding of two people which involves elevated dopamine—”
“August!” I say, raising my voice to stop him. He does, looking down at me with a possessiveness that shakes me. “You’re not giving a lecture.”
My heart is racing. My whole life I’ve been focused. Never had a boyfriend. Never even had an orgasm. And now this impossibly sexy man—a man twice my age—is professing his love to me.
It doesn’t feel real. Itshouldn’t be.But there’s no denying it.
“I’m falling too,” I tell him. “I don’t know the chemistry behind it. But I’m falling. No. I’ve already fallen.”
His expression shifts. It softens but also solidifies, as if he’s picturing our future together. Maybe I’m misreading it, but that’s what I’m doing right now. That’s what I’m doing as he leans in and kisses me slowly.
Doesn’t he care that he might taste himself on my mouth?Apparently not. It’s the most intimate thing—excluding all the other things—that’s happened between us. And his hands frame my face with such delicacy that I feel like a treasure.
When he finally pulls back, he traces my lip with his thumb. “Same time Thursday?”
