“I want you to kiss me like this in the lecture hall before class starts,” I can’t help but tease. He answers by pulling my hair back and ravaging my neck and clavicle with his sinfully lusty mouth.
“Jesus, Crosby, tell me to stop,” he pleads. His kiss is so intoxicating, I forget where we are, forget I have a printed-out schedule and classes I need to attend. Instead, I part my thighs and pull him closer, tugging at his crisp white shirt as I recline on his mighty desk.
“Show me, professor, what I need to learn.” I bite his lower lip as I remove his tie. I give up on the tie and go straight for the fly of his sexy pants. His cock strains so hard against the lush fabric, I can see the outline of the helmeted tip. I run my blue-painted fingernail over the head of his enormous dick through his slacks. I watch him lose all resolve in front of me as he tears at the button and zipper, until he’s free from restraints and flying full-mast a mere two inches from my face.
Sticking out my tongue, I swirl it over the tip of his already leaking manhood. I wrap my hand around the silken flesh and move it up and down along the impossibly hard length.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I apologize momentarily before wrapping my lips around him. I shrug. I’ve seen porn; I’ll just go with the flow. His cock feels so good against my tongue that I lick the whole length before eagerly pulling him into my mouth and sucking him enthusiastically.
“Crosby, oh God! I’ve waited for this for so long,” he says. My desire knows no bounds as I suck and let my saliva lubricate the path so I can bob my head more easily along the challenging length of him. He holds my hair as he pushes into my mouth, his stomach muscles pulled taut.
When I finally pull my head up, my eyes are glazed with passion, and my belly is on fire. Weston wrecks my mouth again, filling it with his demanding tongue. He yanks my loose sweater over my head and tears down the top of my flowered dress, exposing my breasts to his lusty gaze for the first time. He massages them with both hands, engulfing the swollen flesh in his huge palms.
When he lowers his head to suckle me, I gasp, unable to control the rush of desire that slicks between my legs. The tight buds of my nipples ache under the suction of his lips and the flick of his tongue. I begin to circle my hips involuntarily, grinding out a rhythm, scooting closer to the side of his desk to rub my clit on the edge.
When Weston is torturing one nipple with his wicked mouth, he tugs on the other with his fingers until I’m dizzy with lust. The slickness between my legs feels like it’s made a wet mess of his desk. My arousal is almost embarrassing, and I pull my lengthened nipple away from his hungry lips so as to prevent an orgasm from sweeping me away. How could I explain that he turns me on so much, he doesn’t even have to touch my pussy and I’ll come all over his desk just from the little he’s handled me? Weston doesn’t know that in every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had, he’s played the starring role.
West caresses the length of my outer thighs up to where my wet panties hug my hips.
“Lift your butt, Crosby,” he says. West taps the curve of my ass, signaling me to lift up. He hooks two fingers into the lace and slides them all the way off. They dangle from his middle and pointer finger, rotating slowly. The wet stain from my arousal darkens the fabric. I want to curl into myself, mortified, but Weston observes the spot with eyes that smolder.
“Did you miss me?” he asks.
Weston doesn’t wait for me to answer. With a hand on my knee, he opens my thighs, exposing my sex to the undimmed light. He drops to his knees until he’s eye level with my pussy, and I cover my face with one hand. I mentally chide myself for not telling him to slow down or making him stop. We shouldn’t risk his job—I’m enrolled in his class, so legally, I’m his student.
“Tell me to stop,” Weston says. With a few fingers, he spreads my arousal up to my clit, and when he touches me there, my whole body shudders.
“Don’t stop,” I say breathlessly. The next thing I know, his whole glorious mouth envelops me. “Let’s just pick up right where we left off.”
Weston
Fucking beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe her. She’s a decadent meal on my desk, spread wide before me. She’s so turned on, her pupils are dilated wide and her hips circle rhythmically, silently begging me to enter her. I have contemplated that first kiss so many times, it’s like it happened yesterday. Judging from the way we’re all over one another on her first day back, it might as well have.