Page 33 of Full Service

My dick perks up at the sound of his command, and I bend at the waist, letting him take in the view. I wish he’d touch me, stick his face between my cheeks and lick. He’s close enough. He totally could, but of course he doesn’t.

“Want to see my hole?” I ask, daring him to do something. Anything.

When he doesn’t answer right away, I add, “You can touch. See what you think.”

He lets out a shaky breath, almost as if warring with himself, and then seconds later, I feel his hands on my ass, warm, strong fingers pulling my cheeks apart so he can see what’s hidden inside.

My dick swells even more, achingly hard against the fabric of my jock. His thumbs brush against the straps under each cheek, and I just stand there, completely still, not wanting this to end. I’m worried that if I make a move, he’ll realize what he’s doing and run.

“Looks very nice,” he finally says. It’s a rasp more than words, but I’ll take the compliment.

I don’t respond, just experience this moment. It’s going to end soon. He’s going to remove his hands from my ass any minute now and the spell will be broken.

But he doesn’t. Not as quickly as I expect at least. No, he just holds me, his fingers flexing on my cheeks as I wait with bated breath for what comes next. The air in the office is electric, hot, and thick with tension. I arch my hips back, offering God knows what to him and hoping for acceptance.

He swears under his breath and tightens his grip on me before stuffing his face between my cheeks. I can feel the abrasion from his facial hair hitting my skin, and I shiver just as my mouth opens in a loud gasp.

His face is in my ass.

Holy fuck.

Fuck. Me.

I didn’t expect this.

I so fucking didn’t.

My hand slams onto the desk beside me to keep myself upright as my legs start to shake. He hasn’t even really started rimming me, he’s just stuffed his face in there and is breathing me in.

This is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Or have ever had happen to me.

And it’s at the university. In an office. With a professor.

Motherfuck.

A low moan escapes him, soft and desperate, and then his tongue flicks out and swipes over my hole.

I slap my free hand over my mouth to keep myself from groaning loudly. I don’t want us to get caught, but fuuuuuck, it feels good.

His lips and tongue are teasing my entrance as his fingers grip me roughly. Fuck, I want bruises there tomorrow. I want him to mark me.

His tongue is lapping around my rim, not sliding in but teasing me all the same. I’m frantically trying to keep my moans in, swallowing them down, but it’s almost impossible with the way he’s taunting me.

I’m so going to get him back for this.

I’m going to figure out a way to make him sit quietly while I take him apart, piece by piece.

My teeth bite down onto my fist as he swirls and flicks his tongue until he finally sighs and plunges into me. My eyelids flutter shut as I arch back into him, wanting him deeper. I want more. A greedy boy.

Who wouldn’t be with Dr. Sinclair’s tongue up their ass?

It’s a slow, methodical fucking. Almost like he’s savoring the taste of me. And that in and of itself drives me crazy. I’m gently fucking back against his face as he plunges in and out of me, taking his time, driving me so close to orgasm, and yet it’s not enough. I need more. I want his finger up there, his cock.

I’m about to suggest it. I have lube in my bag, but then the phone rings, and Dr. Sinclair swiftly pulls away. It’s such a quick, frantic movement that his chair rolls into the wall with a bang.

I clutch at my dick as I turn around and see his chest heaving, his face red and wet.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his eyes wide. “Fuck, Everly.”