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His words were gasoline on a fire, devastating the working part of my brain, and I struggled to find my words. “I never thought… I didn’t think you would ever be attracted to me.”
He held me down, right over his thick bulge. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re the Hot Professor.”
“And I’ve been jacking off in the shower any chance I got so I could try to pretend I didn’t want to bend you over every flat surface in his house.”
Well…I couldn’t argue with that and, instead, kissed him. I curled my fingers into his hair, the locks that I’d personally cut and styled a few weeks ago and now delighted in messing up. Pulling me flat against him, he pushed two fingers inside me and latched his mouth on to the side of my throat. He didn’t speak while he found my G-spot, gently and firmly stroking it.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
“How is that?”
“S-so good. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’d never stop. I’llneverstop.” He readjusted his hand so his palm rubbed against my clit while his long fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge. I tipped my hips, finding the angle that worked for me, and the sound he made was nothing short of pleased. “That’s it, angel. Ride me.”
With a few deep breaths, I was able to parse together a couple words without sounding like a wanton creature on the verge of losing her mind. I even managed a smile. “Whatever you say, Professor.”
His response was downright feral. He raked his teeth over my bare shoulder, eliciting a gasp of surprise from my throat, before sucking at my nipple again. His fingers were no less gentle, working me over, urging me on.
“You close? Tell me what you need.”
“My clit. I can’t come without touching it.”
He hummed and removed his fingers, and I could feel how soaked I was, not to mention the sound—downright obscene. Then he was there, where I needed him, pressing and massaging until I fell over the edge.
“That’s it. You look so pretty when you come. You’re pretty all the time, but especially like this.” The hand he had in my hair smoothed down my neck and shoulder to my breast, squeezing it. “Open your eyes, angel. Look at me.”
It took a few seconds, but I eventually fluttered my eyelids open to find Liam staring at me, color high in his cheeks, his index and middle fingers in his mouth. When he removed them, no longer wet from me but from his tongue, he pushed back my hair, which had come loose, over my shoulder, and I shifted, staring down between us, where I saw the bulge in his pants.
“Will you show me?” I asked, playing with his belt. “How you touch yourself when you think of me?”
His mouth dragged up in the corner as he nodded. I slipped to the floor, kneeling in between his legs, still topless, and he didn’t take his eyes off me as he undid his belt with one hand while he traced a circle around my areola with the other. I helped him tug his pants down enough that he could take hold of his erection. I leaned forward, appreciating the beauty of his hand wrapped around his cock. I’d never thought the male genitalia was especially pretty, but Liam gripping himself hard enough that the veins in his forearm stood out was a sight to be admired.
“Teach me, Professor. Show me what you like.”
“I need it wet,” he said, and I obliged him, tapping on the back of his hand so he’d move it, allowing me to lick up the length. And when he grunted, I did it two more times before spitting on the head.
He hissed a curse and caught my hand in his, fisting it around him, demonstrating how hard he liked the grip and how fast he wanted me to pump, spreading the wetness up and down.
“You’re a dream,” he rasped, letting go of me once I got it, and widened his knees, so I had more room and he could more easily touch me, hold my breasts, stroking his thumbs over my nipples.
“Feel good?” I asked, and his eyes burned into me.
“Feels better than good. Feels better than I imagined.”
I licked my lips, trying on my most flirtatious smile and tone. “Am I a good student?”
He answered by bending forward, kissing me, licking into my mouth so I lost my breath and the rhythm of my strokes. He curled his hand around mine again, both of us working him, our kisses turning sloppy.
“You’re gonna make me come soon, angel.”
Our lips brushed, breaths mingled.
“Gonna let me paint your pretty tits?”
“Yes,” I practically moaned, and he sped up, making me speed up too, both of our hands pumping from root to tip. After a moment, he nudged my fingers out of the away and took over. I sat up tall, watching in fascination as he breathed hard out of parted lips, his cheeks going ruddy, the head of his cock a bright reddish-purple, and for one second, Liam winced like he was in pain before he flicked his eyes open to me, his pupils blown wide. And then he was coming, spurting over my breasts.
