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“I don’t know how well I can control myself right now,” I warn. “I might… I might be rough with you. You’re sure you want that?”
“Should I stick my fingers in my pussy to show you how much?”
My hand lands on an open shelf, rattling something glass on there. “Yes. Then wipe it on my cock before you swallow it.”
She moans and shoves her other hand down into her shorts at the same time she takes me out of my boxer briefs and pumps me a few times. Frizzles of light spark behind my eyes at the feel of her hand on me.
This is wrong. So fucking wrong. Any second someone could come into the classroom and find us in here.
That’s not a small thing either. The repercussions of this could be massive and I can’t afford massive right now, but I don’t have any power left in me to stop her either. If I could, I’d take her home and shove my cock so hard and so deep inside her she’d feel me for weeks after. I’d take every ounce of emotion I can barely breathe past out on her body.
But that’s not going to happen.
This is going to be it and if this is it with her, then I can’t turn that down.
I can’t see what she’s doing inside her shorts and it’s driving me mad, but then she pulls her hand out and shows me her two fingers absolutely coated in her wetness. I dive down, sucking them into my mouth, licking every drip of her arousal clean because I want the taste of her sweet cunt on my lips as I teach her class today.
“Are you going to make yourself come?” I ask as I stand back up and push her head toward my aching dick at the same time.
“Would you like me to?”
I think about that for a half beat. “No. Not here,” I decide. “I want you to stay wet and wanting all day and then when you get home tonight, I want you to take your time and make yourself come as you think about what a dirty girl you were for your professor today.”
“Fuck, Callan. Jesus. You keep talking to me like that and I’ll come without even having to touch myself.”
She takes me in her mouth, pumping me into it, testing out my length and girth to see what she can take. The barbell swirls around the head of my cock and holy motherfuck does that feel insanely good. I’ve never had a woman with a tongue ring go down on me and it might be the best thing ever.
“That’s it. Now deeper. Fuck, Layla. Fuck that’s good.”
I push her head down a little, using the tight fist I have in her hair to do so. I don’t even know who I am right now. This isn’t me. I’m not rough and while I like control in all things including in the bedroom, I’m not typically overly domineering.
But I’m strung so tight, a rubber band ready to snap, and she’s giving me what my body and mind evidently need. To be a brutal fucking animal. To take and not care. To shut my mind off from reality for just a few minutes.
She starts to suck me in earnest, flattening her tongue as the barbell drags along the sensitive underside of my dick. The muscles of her throat roll and constrict when I hit the back of her throat and she swallows reflexively, gagging ever so slightly.
It’s heaven—all of it—and I tell her that as I start to fuck her mouth, pumping in and out.
I watch her, enraptured as she holds the base of my cock with one hand and fists my pants with her other. Her eyes water and she’s struggling to breathe through her nose, but she keeps going. Keeps taking. Wanting more of me even as I try to pull out to give her a break to catch her breath.
I grip the shelf, already so close as she continues to lick and suck and take me as deep as she can. Her head bobs up and down. It’s noisy. Messy. And hot as sin. I’ve never done anything like this before and that’s only adding to the pleasure of it.
“Christ, Layla. Ah. God, that’s so good. I’m so close.”
The hand that’s been gripping my pants slides inside and cups my balls, giving them a firm squeeze and gentle pull and that’s enough to have me shooting without warning down her throat. I groan, low and deep in my throat, watching her pretty face as she swallows every single drop I’m giving her only to lick me clean after.
She pulls off me, sitting back on her haunches to catch her breath and I tuck myself back in, quickly redoing my zipper, button, and belt. I help her to stand, peek out the door to find the class still empty, and then press her against the wall and cover her mouth with mine.
Like I said, if this is the last time… I have to kiss her.
I can taste myself on her and instead of it being weird or gross, it’s hot. Knowing what we just did, what she just did for me… I’m crazy about her. I am. I think I have been from the second she came over to my table and asked me to be her fake date.
But that’s useless right now, so I shove it away and settle for shoving my tongue down her throat instead. I kiss her with my hands on her face, gentle now after I was anything but with her.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her lips. “Thank you.”
She smiles and then pushes me back, adjusting herself and I help her along so I have an excuse to touch her for another second. One last second.
“Is the coast clear?” she asks, and I look once again out the glass pane of the storage closet window.
