Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Next time,” I rush out. Next time? Why am I agreeing to a next time?
“You’re a horny, dick-hungry sub, aren’t you?” he says, and I know he’s smiling even though I can’t see him.
“Yes. I’m a horny, dick-hungry sub,” I repeat. Claiming the words makes me feel stronger.
Colton shoves to his feet. “Let me know if you can’t take it without lube. I want this to feel good.” I hear rustling and know he’s opening the condom, hear him spit again, and seconds later, the blunt head of his cock presses against my hole. He pushes in slowly, and I feel the stretch. He rubs my hip, my ass, telling me, “That’s it. Such a good hole. Such a good boy, bending over and taking my cock so well. Your Sir is so proud of you.”
Every word, every sentence helps my body relax. He spits again, and I think the condom must be lubed too because the ride isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. It’s not long before Colton is all the way inside, groin against my ass, giving me all the cock I want.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask, and I swear his whole body vibrates behind me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says before pulling back, then thrusting in again. He doesn’t take me slowly, and I don’t want him to. I want more, want it all, though I don’t know what else he could give me. His hand wraps around my body, stroking my dick while he takes me hard like the slut I am for him.
“Don’t come,” he orders.
“It’s hard,” I say honestly.
“I know, but you can do it for me.” He slows his strokes, hitting my spot just right, making my eyes roll back and the pressure in my balls grow.
“Fuck,” Sir curses softly, then pulls out of me. He manhandles me until I’m on my knees facing him. He rips off the condom, jerks his dick and says, “Open your mouth.”
I do it willingly, eagerly, craving a mouth full of his cum. As the first spurt lands on my tongue, salty and so damn good, I whimper. He keeps going, emptying his balls into my mouth until he’s wrung dry before he says, “Swallow.”
And I do, don’t lose a drop of him, letting his pleasure slide down my throat while I wonder how I’ve gone so long without this.
Sir pulls me to my feet, jerking me off with a soft, “Come for me.” That’s all it takes for me to let go, my orgasm making me whine in pleasure as I shoot in his hand.
He makes me lick it all up, then wraps his arms around me, whispers in my ear, “Good boy. You pleased me so well,” as I melt into him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” And I am, even if I know I won’t be later.
He pulls back, looking at me, trying to see if I’m lying to him. “I didn’t plan this when I came here.”
“I know.” I wouldn’t have done it if he had.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, but…I need to get dressed. I need to get out there.”
“I’m nervous about leaving you alone right now.”
“I’ll be fine, Colton.” I pull back, use some tissues to wipe my groin before pulling up my underwear and pants. “I promise,” I add when I realize he’s not moving.
“Okay. If you’re not, tell me. I’ll be very upset if you don’t, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll talk tonight.” He pulls his clothes on as well, then heads for the door. He stops, turns to look at me. “I’m sorry,” he says, then slips out the door.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Colton
I fucked up big-time.
It’s one thing for us to joke around about hooking up at school, but another entirely to do it. As his Dom, I’m supposed to keep him in safe situations—push his boundaries yes, but not risk his whole damn career just to bust a nut.
I’m simplifying it, of course, because it was about more than that. Everything with him is about more than it’s supposed to be. I’ve been so hungry for him, so fucking feral to possess him and give him what we both needed that I lost my head. It’s my responsibility not to do that. I let my dick do the thinking, let my desire to have him again steer my decisions…and it had been hot. One of the hottest moments of my life, and I’m stuck between my desire to do it again and my fear of not only how much I want him, but what will happen if this comes crashing down on us.
It’s all I can think about during class, my brain alternating between remembering what my professor looks like on his knees, begging for my cock, and berating myself for that very thing. James is teaching the way he always does, not appearing to be bothered by or thinking about what happened. I’m familiar enough with him though to know he must be. He’s covering it up, hiding behind this well-built facade that I don’t think enough people try and look beyond. They don’t see half the man he truly is. I don’t either, not yet, but I know there’s more, and I want to see it. All of it.