Page 83 of His Reckless Freshman

It’s quite natural really, instinctive, and the way he responds to me has me increasing my pressure and speed. I end up lying down beside him, kissing his lips, dipping my tongue into his mouth while I pump him up and down, up and down.

His chest starts to heave, and I wonder if he’s getting close.

Shifting his hips again, he squirms, another groan building in his throat.

“Is this okay?” I whisper against his cheek.

“Yes,” he rasps, moaning again and gripping my hip. His fingers dig into me, curving around to my butt and squeezing the flesh just as a shudder rolls through him. “I’m coming,” he croaks.

His body starts to jerk, and then this creamy white stuff is spurting out of him.

Oh wow, is that…?

I blink, watching in fascination as he convulses and groans, spurting two more times over his stomach. Some gets on my hand as well, and he starts apologizing.

“Shit, sorry. I should have grabbed a tissue. I just got caught up in the moment.”

He turns and starts looking for tissues, but I honestly don’t care about the mess. I’m fascinated by it. Rubbing my thumb over the cream, I watch as his penis starts to relax, slowly softening again.

“Wow,” I whisper, then grin when he sits up, yanking tissues out of box by the bed and cleaning himself up. “I made you come.”

His lips twitch, but he won’t look at me as he murmurs, “Yes, you did.”

“And it felt good?” I lean toward him when he balls up the tissues, chucking them toward the trash can by the desk. They all go in, and I smile at him again.

Gently cupping my cheek, Ben brushes his thumb over my skin. “Yeah, it felt good. It felt really good.”

“Yay.” I launch myself at him, pressing my lips to his before he can stop me.

For a second, I think he might push me back and let me know that was a one-time thing and this session is over.

But then his tongue swipes into my mouth and I end up crawling onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and kissing him like I never have before.

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BEN

Shit, she feels so good.

I shouldn’t have let her do that to me, but I couldn’t resist her.

She was begging to touch me, and I couldn’t say no.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

And now she’s straddling my legs and I’m kissing her like she’s more than just a student. I’m acting as though she’s mine, and my body is responding to her like I’m a man in love.

Which I’m not.

I can’t be.

Because I’m not getting my heart broken again.

She doesn’t want me for me; she’s only into this because I’m helping teach her about sex. She’s caught up in the moment.

And I can’t do this with her.

Why are you still kissing her, then?