When we finally pull apart, his eyes are glazed over, and his lips are swollen and wet. It’s a good fucking look on him, especially when it’s because of me.

“Where to, teach?”

“Follow me.” I lead him into my office, shutting the door and locking it behind me.

“Is this where the hottie professor grades all his papers?” he asks, lip curled into a crooked grin.

“As a matter of fact, it is.”

“Does the hottie professor do anything else in here?”

“Sometimes he likes to bring cocky frat boys to their knees and make them beg to suck his cock.”

“Hmm… is that right? How would that look?”

My dick is already rock hard behind my sweats. One glance down and he’d be able to tell. “You wanna know, Bambi?”

He bites down on his lip, saying the one word that drives me insane. “Please.” It slides off his tongue, smooth and full of insinuation.

A growl tears from my chest. “Okay. Strip down and on your knees.”

His lips part, dark eyes getting heavy as he does exactly as he’s told. Ten seconds later, he’s naked as the day he was born and on his knees. His cock is erect, cheeks flushed, and he’s biting that damn lip again.

Sauntering over to him, I stand in front of him, right hand coming up to rub the side of his face, almost in a petting manner. “What a good boy you are.” He leans into my caress, eyes fluttering closed. “Take me out of my sweats.”

His eyes open, gaze narrowing on my crotch, as his hands—confident and steady—hook into my waistband, tugging them down my thighs. He lets them pool around my feet, his gaze going from my hard cock to my face as he licks his lips.

Wrapping my hand around myself and stroking lazily, I hold his gaze and ask, “Do you want this?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sir?! Jesus fucking Christ, that’s sexy.

“Think you can make me come with your mouth alone?”

“I know I can, sir.”

“Okay, Bambi. Prove it, but you must keep your hands clasped behind your back. Mouth only. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Okay, I don’t know where this ‘sir’ business is coming from, but it can fucking stay. Holy hell, he is a fucking wet dream come to life. I bring my cock up to his lips, and he obediently drops them open, letting me glide right over his hot, wet tongue. He moans when he closes around me, as if sucking my cock really does turn him on.

His head bobs up and down in long, languid strokes of his mouth. Every caress of his tongue on the underside of my shaft heats my blood and sends jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. As he pops off, that talented tongue flicks out, teasing the tip.