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I let out a shaky breath and watch as he fiddles with his phone. Music starts to blare from the speakers, slow and sensual, and I watch as he starts to roll his hips.
“Oh god,” I moan as I reach down and grab on to my dick as he starts to give me a lap dance.
“You can touch. There are no rules here. This is for you. Just for you.”
I reach out and without even questioning it, let my hands skate across his skin. His shoulders, his pecs, and down to his abdomen. Oh fuck. He feels so good, warm, strong.
Mine.
As the music plays through his phone, I continue touching, my fingers raking across him as he continues to grind against me, making me slowly lose my mind.
The heel of his palm drags down my dick, and I arch up into his touch.
“That’s right. You’re hard for me, aren’t you, Dr. Sinclair?”
I groan as I bring him back down for another kiss. We move like this for a minute until he pulls away and glances down at my dick.
“Take it out, show me what I do to you,” he says as he turns around and starts to cant his hips back and forth against my lap.
I do as he says, pulling my cock and balls out, my pants halfway down my thighs. He wets his lips, and I feel a spurt of precum slide from my slit just from the sight of it.
“Yes. So hot. You’re so hot.”
“So are you.”
His eyes twinkle and he bites his bottom lip.
“Wanna see something?”
“Yes.”
He widens his legs and bends over fully, giving me a glimpse of his ass so close to my face. It’s then that I notice his wet crack, lube trickling out of him. Oh fuck.
Fuck.
He’s wet for me. Prepped.
Without thinking, I drag my fingers up him, swirling my fingertip around his hole before pushing it inside. It squelches as I enter him, showing me just how much he put inside himself. For this moment.
For me.
“Were you going to fuck me, Mr. Winslow?” I ask, my voice low, feeling the slutty professor make an appearance.
He lets out a shaky exhale.
“I was hoping you’d let me,” he groans as I continue to fuck my finger in and out of him. I turn my wrist and crook my finger making him whimper.
“What about being professional?” I tease, and he moans as he starts to fuck himself back on my hand.
“You’ve been driving me crazy. Living with you. It’s too much. I couldn’t take it anymore. This was my Hail Mary, Silas.”
I push a second finger into him and watch as he grinds against it. He wants it. He wants it so bad.
“It’s Dr. Sinclair,” I say darkly.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes. I’m sorry. I…” he’s trembling as I press against his prostate, making him cry out.
“It’s fine. Mr. Winslow,” I let his name hang between us as he continues to fuck back against my hand. The sight of it, the feel of his tight hole strangling my fingers only makes me hornier.