Page 30 of Savage Ambition

Our shoulders touched as we stared at the blank whiteboard in front of us. Shaw suggested, “You should write something on there.”

“Like what? Welcome to Sex Ed 101?” I glanced at him with a smirk.

His head snapped toward me, eyes narrowing. “I’m not exactly a beginner, you know.”

“Oh? You’ve fucked two whole times, and suddenly, you’re an expert?” I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed. “Should we put ‘Advanced Studies’ up there to make you feel better? Would you prefer ‘Doctorate in Bedroom Physics’ instead?”

“You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, but I caught the reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

“An asshole who gave you the best sex of your life.”

“According to you, that’s not saying much, considering my limited sample size,” he shot back.

I chuckled. “Touché. Should I make a chart ranking your sexual prowess? I could draft a quarterly performance improvement plan with actionable goals.”

“I’m being graded now?” Shaw asked, fighting a smile. “Is this going to affect my GPA?”

“Oh, definitely. And your final’s cumulative.” I gestured at the cum drying on my stomach and chest. “The proof of your performance evaluation is right here. Want a gold star for a job well done? Or maybe a participation trophy? Your KPIs are looking impressive.”

“And what key performance indicators are you using to judge my merit?”

“My primary KPI for you is Key Penetration Indicators,” I clarified with a wicked grin. “Your depth metrics are solid, but we should schedule additional sessions to evaluate your consistency and stamina variables.”

“Fuck you,” he said with a hearty laugh.

Teasing him was so fun. “Though I must admit, you’ve earned yourself at least a B-plus. Not bad for a sophomore effort.”

He huffed indignantly. “Only a B-plus?”

“What can I say? I’m a tough grader.” I traced through the sticky mess on my stomach. “Maybe we should reconsider giving you gold stars since you can’t put cum on your homework to show everyone how well you did.”

His cheeks flushed again, but there was unmistakable pride in his eyes as he watched me touch the physical proof of what we’d done.

“Want a taste?” I offered, holding my cum-coated finger toward his mouth. “It’s your handiwork, after all.”

Shaw’s eyes widened, his flush deepening as he stared at the glistening evidence hovering inches from his lips. He swallowed hard, torn between desire and embarrassment.

“I…I don’t know,” he stammered.

His innocence was far more appealing than I wanted to admit. “Don’t tell me you’ve never tasted it before.”

He wet his lips as his gaze fixated on me. “But I haven’t.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Not even your own?”

He shook his head with a sheepish expression.

“Consider this research for your advanced studies,” I teased.

After another moment of hesitation, he leaned forward and took it between his lips. What I expected to be a quick, embarrassed taste turned into something else. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked deeper, his tongue flattening against the underside before curling around it. He worked his way down to the knuckle, then back up, mimicking an unmistakable blow job.

“Fuck,” I whispered in shock. The wet heat of his mouth, the deliberate pressure of his tongue, the way he took me to the knuckle and swallowed around me was an exciting preview of what I had to look forward to someday. My mind flooded with images of his mouth stretched around my dick, his green eyes staring up at me while he took every inch down his throat.

When he released me with a soft pop and a final flick of his tongue across the tip, I had to force myself to breathe. Where the hell had that come from? The shy college boy had vanished, replaced by someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

“Was that advanced enough for you, Professor?” Shaw asked with renewed confidence.

I cleared my throat, thrown off-balance. “As much as I’d love to hear you moaning ‘Professor’ under me, playing teacher will have to wait for another visit. Our session is almost over.”