He grins and pops the button on my jeans. “Yup. And the only thing you need to worry about is enjoying it and staying quiet.” He eases my zipper down. “Can you do that for me?”
I know I should tell him this is crazy and we can’t risk getting caught hooking up in an empty classroom, but the words die on my lips when he pulls the V of my fly open and fishes my half hard dick out of my underwear.
Seeing Anthony on his knees like this never gets old, and I lean back against the door and slide my fingers through his hair to help keep it back from his face.
He dips his head and drags his tongue up my length, from the base to the tip, then swirls his tongue around the ridge of my cockhead.
“Fuck,” I whisper as he slowly sinks down on me until his lips are pressing against my body and my dick is pushing down his throat.
Anthony doesn’t break eye contact as he swallows around me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning when his throat spasms around my cockhead as he chokes on me.
One of the best parts of having Anthony go down on me isn’t his talented mouth or his incredible intuition that always seems to know exactly how to keep me right on the edge of pleasure; it’s how he always looks at me when he does it.
I love seeing his beautiful blue eyes staring up at me, and watching the lust and desire in them as he pleasures me is next-level hot. It’s hard to explain, but it helps me relax and sink into the moment when I know he’s fully present. He’s looking at me, and he sees me. I’m not just some placeholder for another guy or a willing body to get off with. He wants me to see how muchhe’s enjoying it, and that extra connection means way more than it should.
Anthony slides one of his hands under my shirt as he moves over me and gently squeezes one of my pecs with his warm hand.
He’s not going slow or trying to drag things out, and my pleasure mounts with each passing second as he works me over like a man who knows exactly what I like and gives it to me.
All too soon, I feel my orgasm gathering low in my body, and I try to hold out for as long as possible to savor him for just a few more seconds, but it’s like trying to swim against a riptide, and I can only hold on for dear life and try to keep quiet as he gives me exactly what I need.
My orgasm hits hard and fast. I barely contain my cries as I shoot my load down Anthony’s willing throat, and he swallows everything I give him.
When it’s finally over, Anthony slowly pulls off my softening dick, then kisses the tip before standing up and covering my mouth with his as he presses me against the classroom door.
His kisses are deep and languid, and I melt against him as I enjoy the last of the afterglow.
“Holy shit,” I mutter when he eventually breaks the kiss.
He laughs and nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Was that your way of saying I did a good job?”
“That, and this is the first time I’ve ever messed around in public like this.” I bury my face in his neck. “Just forget I told you that. My brain is still scrambled from that O, and my mouth doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
“I’ve never done anything in public before either.” He drops a gentle kiss on my cheek. “But we’re definitely going to have to do this kind of thing more often, because that was fun as fuck.”
“It definitely was,” I agree as I tuck myself away and do up my clothes. “Do you want me to?” I nod in the general direction of his dick.
He shakes his head.
“Are you sure?”
I don’t like leaving him hanging like that, and I feel bad for not reciprocating. Plus, I really like sucking his dick, so my hesitations aren’t completely selfless.
“Yup.” He picks up my backpack and hands it to me. “Remember how I still have one more cash-in from the three strikes you got last week?”
I nod and try not to grin like a moron. He cashed in the first one a few days after I finally hit strike three, twice, by sending me a text as Mr. X and telling me to come to my room between my afternoon classes.
When I got there, he was sitting at my desk with his pants already open and stroking his hard dick. He didn’t even have to finish telling me to get over there and get on my knees before I was cutting across the room and practically throwing myself in front of him in my eagerness to get my mouth on him again.
Unlike other times he’d done something like this, which usually ended up being rough and hard and involved lots of face fucking and him controlling my movements, he just spread his legs wide and told me to enjoy myself.
At first I kept waiting for him to change his mind and either start directing me or just grab my head and force me to do what he wanted, but he spent the time gently running his fingers through my hair and telling me how hot I looked, how good I made him feel, and how much he loved watching me go down on him. And it didn’t take long for me to blow my load all over my floor when he told me to get myself off after he came.
“That was me cashing it in.” He pecks a kiss against my lips, then grabs his backpack from the floor. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his face the picture of innocence.
“Like my bones are Jell-o and my brain is tingling as much as the rest of me.”
“Brain tingles? Sounds like my work here is done.” He grins and slips the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. “You good to head out?”
