A breath catches in the back of my throat. If anyone else made a claim like that, I’d call bullshit, but Professor Segul is capable of anything.
I gulp, a shiver skittering down my spine and settling on my tailbone. “What next?”
He drops down to his knees and grabs my asscheeks with both hands. His thumbs are so close to my hole that it trembles.
When his hot breath fans over my exposed asshole, and awakens thousands of tiny pleasure centers, my eyes go wide.
“Then I’ll finger you until you beg for my cock,” he asks.
“Please,” I whisper.
Professor Segul breathes so hard and fast that my sphincter muscles quiver. No one—not even a doctor—has ever seen me spread so bare.
I’m shaking so much. With urgency, with need, with impatience. Waiting for his tongue is unbearable.
“Marius,” I say, my voice wavering. “If you don’t rim me right now, I’m going to die.”
That earns a tiny snort of laughter, and my insides light up at having improved his mood. He places a soft kiss straight on my pucker that makes anticipation skitter up the length of my back.
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Oh, fuck.”
He ghosts the flat of his tongue over the fine hairs covering my most intimate part, sending an explosion of tingles.
My calf muscles tighten, and I rock forward on the balls of my feet.
“Careful not to overbalance,” he says, his warm breath drifting over my skin like a caress.
“A-alright.” I lower my weight back onto my heels.
Professor Segul grabs me firmly by the hips and buries his head between my cheeks and lavishes my asshole with an open-mouthed kiss that makes my toes curl.
Bloody hell. I’d expected gentle kisses and subtle strokes of his tongue—a slow and sensual build-up. Not this assault of sensations.
My arms and legs won’t stop trembling, both from pleasure and shock.
“Your ass tastes just as good as your pussy,” he says between licks. “I’m going to feast on you like it’s my last meal.”
Professor Segul makes a tight circle over my clit with one thumb and runs the other up and down my wet folds. When he pushes his tongue into my asshole, it’s an explosion of new sensations.
Arousal trickles down my thighs, and my pussy clenches and unclenches like a fist.
As Professor Segul fucks my ass with his tongue, every muscle in my body relaxes. I’ve never been this open with another person, and it’s more intimate than anything we’ve done before.
Having his tongue there gives me a sense of acceptance that speaks louder than words.
Warmth spreads across my chest, reaching my thickening throat. I gulp away the emotions and focus on the moment.
My emotions get pushed to the side as he eases two fingers into my pussy. Quickening the strokes of his tongue, he feels around until he hits the spot that makes me go feral. My muscles flutter as his fingers rub up and down, up and down until the pressure around my clit builds to breaking point.
It’s too much, not enough.
I’m desperate for his cock.
I should be scandalized. This is so intimate, so improper, so indecent. Nice girls don’t get rimmed and fingered in alleyways. At least not in broad daylight. But knowing that anyone in those houses can see us only adds to the thrill.
“You’re dripping for me,” he mutters, his face still buried in my ass.
“Yes,” I whisper.