Page 67 of Full Service
My tongue sneaks out and wets my lips. “Yeah, I mean, we already broke the rules. We can start again tomorrow.” Or the next day, I think.
“Fine, but none of this on campus.”
I mean, no promises, but if it gets me closer to his dick again, then fuck yes.
“What do you want to do?” I ask as I reach out and drag my hands up those thighs. They flex under my touch, and I feel a tremor move through him. Hell yes, he wants this. He’s just as excited as me.
“I think it’s time I show off how well my knees work.”
I nearly pass out when Silas drops to his knees beside me, his hair still disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned. I want him completely naked. Well, that’s not entirely true. I could do with a rumpled professor between my legs. I love it more than I should. Makes me think of that night he sat in that chair and came.
My dream come true.
“You can’t be serious,” I say, my voice raspy and shaking slightly. “God, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Perhaps. Perhaps it’s your turn to beg.”
My dick perks up at that and my eyes nearly cross when he reaches between us and brazenly grabs on to my cock. His fingers squeeze me roughly, and I arch my hips up, wanting more friction. I want more. Need it.
“On the couch, pants off.”
I nearly trip, trying to do what he says, and when I’m finally bare from the waist down, Silas crawls closer to me, shuffling right between my legs and pulling my balls out with his hand. Just that touch has me groaning loudly. I’m going to bring the house down at this rate. The neighbors will call the cops and have me arrested. But what did Silas expect when he asked me to stay with him?
A horny man in his early twenties?
Jesus, this was just asking for trouble.
If he keeps with cutting this off tomorrow, my dick is going to fall off. I won’t survive it.
“Sit on your hands,” he tells me gruffly, and I blink down at him, unsure if I heard him right.
“Yeah, you heard me. Hands under that sexy ass of yours. And no coming until I say so.”
“But your mouth is going to be busy.”
“Oh, trust me. I’ll manage.”
I bet he will. He’s a professional.
I do as he says, pressing my hands under my thighs and watching as he drags his nose up my thigh and right to the crease of my groin. I let out a shaky breath as his tongue snakes across the base of me. My cock leaks profusely, precum coating my head as he licks his way to my tip. He laps me up, tasting my essence. I want to unload into his mouth, right down his throat.
I want to watch him gag on me, swallow me whole.
I bite my lip in anticipation of what’s to come. But then something occurs to me and I glance over at the fish tank.
“Cover the fish tank first,” I say, and Silas glances up at me, clearly confused. “I don’t want her to jump out of her tank in protest.”
He nods once, standing and tossing a blanket over it, effectively covering the entire thing.
“Privacy, at last,” he says with a grin and then slides between my legs once more. “Are you ready, Mr. Winslow?”
The way he says my name makes my dick jump.
“Fuck yes.”
And he doesn’t disappoint. Seconds later, his eyes lock on to mine as he sucks the head of my cock between his lips. They stretch around my tip, and I arch up into him, wanting him to take more of me.
But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he teases me with his tongue, sliding it through my slit, making me moan and grunt, nearly begging for more.