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I stand up before bending down to slide my fingers into his briefs, pulling them down. He lifts his ass to help me get them off and I toss them away, getting comfortable between his thighs and taking in the sight before me that causes my mouth to water.
I love a beautiful cock, and his is nothing less than.
It rests against his toned belly, thick and long, the tiniest bit of precum beaded right at the tip. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I say quietly, gripping him with my hand, and pulling him towards my mouth as I move to take him in, running my tongue around the plump crown. A deep groan vibrates in his chest and those handcuffs rattle again. I press my lips to the sensitive area on the underside of the head of his cock and suck. Calam’s hips buck, and I smile with my lips still pressed against his hardness.
This is easily going to be the best night of my life. A day I will never forget.
I take him into my mouth, sliding all the way to the back of my throat. Saliva dribbles out of my mouth, down his cock, and pooling around the base. He thrusts his hips just enough, pushing his cock as far as it’ll go and he lets out a satisfied sigh, his breathing getting heavier.
Pulling my head up, I grip him with my hand and stroke, using my saliva as lube and when I look at him, he looks hotter than ever. His face is twisted into agonizing pleasure that I’ll be getting off on for days to come.
In my hand, his cock is like steel, thick veins running up the length and he’s so big I can’t close my hand around him. Using my thumb, I rub that same sensitive spot, knowing how it drives most men wild to be teased there.
The thought of having him inside of me is almost too much to ignore, but I need to be patient. Yes, if I get off it’s a huge bonus, and from what I hear a lot of the guys who frequent this place enjoy it—and clearly, the professor and his wife are regulars here which is a nice surprise in itself—but this isn’t about me. As much as I want it to be, it’s not. This is about putting on a show for his wife who is sitting in the corner of the room, watching. And she is watching intently. I feel her eyes on me every second, watching everything I do to her husband. She hasn’t spoken a word or lifted a finger as far as I can tell, which only makes me assume she likes what she sees.
The music switches to something a little faster so I pick up my pace stroking him to match the speed of the beat. His stomach tightens, those muscles clenching as he aches for a release that I won’t be giving him yet.
I still can’t believe this is my first night, first client, and I got this fucking lucky.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I look up at him, running my tongue along my bottom lip and he groans, continuing to thrust into my hand. I worry he’s going to make himself come, so I let go and he growls in frustration, the muscles in his arms bulging beneath his colorful tattoos as he yanks on the cuffs again. I get to my feet and hold up one finger. “First, I asked you a question and you didn’t answer.” I put up a second finger. “Two, you don’t make the decision of when you come. I do.” Lifting my leg, I place the front of my heel on the couch beside him, bringing my fingers to my thigh and sliding them up to lift my dress, baring my pussy to him. “Do you understand?” He curses under his breath, a string of things that just doesn’t seem right coming from such a well-put professor… but it drives me wild knowing that’s how worked up he is right now.
I’m in control in here and he’ll do well to remember it.
I slip my finger inside of my pussy, trying to ignore how badly I want him in there instead, and slowly pull it out, swirling it around my clit before bringing my finger to his lips.
“Taste,” I demand.
He opens his mouth without hesitation, his hot breath fanning my fingers, and his tongue darts out before wrapping his lips around and sucking eagerly.
Fuck.
My pussy clenches at the feel of his tongue, wishing it were on my clit instead of just my finger. Sure, I could have him eat me out, but I also need to remember we’re on a time limit. I don’t have all night to spend with this man, as much as I want to. I’ve spent a lot of time playing around with him as is. Now, I need to work on making him come so I can move onto the next client of the night. Who hopefully is as much fun as this one because once Professor Andrews and his wife leaves, I’m going to still be buzzing with energy, and I doubt any amount of orgasms will sate it.
ChapterSeven
“On the chaise,” I order after undoing the cuffs that were holding him in place on the couch.
He gets up without hesitation and leans back on the chair, half sitting, half lying. Placing one knee on it, I swing the other over him, sliding my wet pussy along his length as I lean down.
“Do you feel how wet you make me?” His fingers digging into my hips is the response I want and I smile. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? This is driving you crazy, isn’t it? I bet you’d love nothing more than to bend me over this chair and fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”
He growls, deep and low, and I grin, bringing my mouth to his throat and nipping at his skin before stopping by his ear to once again whisper.
“This pussy is yours whenever you want it, for whatever you want it for.”
He swears under his breath again as I push myself back up, sliding along his cock again before shifting so he’s lined up at my entrance. Slowly, I sink down on him and his hands snap to my waist, long fingers splayed across my lower back, and I start to move, thrusting my hips forward, using my hands on his chest to hold me in place. He grinds upwards out of need, but I find him shaking his head in frustration and trying to relax, letting me do the work instead. I don’t know why he won’t allow himself to give in and fuck me how he wants. Is he following her rules? They must have rules. Or maybe he’s worried I’ll deny him an orgasm if he tries taking it himself? Like I did when he was fucking my mouth.
His hands slide down my ass, squeezing and helping me lift higher on him, then letting loose so I slam back down.
Calam bites down on his bottom lip and his eyes fall shut for a few moments before he opens them again, finding mine immediately. My own orgasm starts to build, and I do nothing to hide it at this point, hoping it’ll pull him over the edge too.
I let the moans out, don’t hide my heavy breathing and even find myself cussing under my breath.
There are no clocks in here but I know we’re getting close to the end.
Part of our training is to be self-aware of the time. Music is the key, too. Once there’s only five minutes left, they’ll play a certain song. Each week it’s different, and it’s our job to remember what it is and manage our time well. We need enough of a gap between clients to clean up the room and ourselves.
It hasn’t started playing yet, but I know it will soon.
