by Sierra Hill
All of it. Everything with him.
But first I want to do very wicked things together. Starting with flicking my tongue over his piercings.
“Take your shirt off.”
Kyler arches a brow at my swift change of subject but does as I ask, quickly pulling at the back of the shirt to drag it over his head, discarding it in the middle of the floor.
I remain still, afraid to touch and lose myself in him. As if doing it for both our benefit, he raises his hand and runs a palm over his abdomen, flexing his toned muscles to make me want to kneel in supplication. Kyler is perfectly fit but not buff. He’s lean and lanky, an average height of about five ten, with definition in all the right places.
My cock jerks with anticipation when he feathers his fingers lightly around his navel, and I let out a soft moan. The reaction brings a cheeky grin to Kyler’s face.
“You want me to jerk off for you while you watch?”
My reply is instantaneous. “Yes, but not tonight. Come here.”
I crook my finger to beckon him forward, pulling my shirt off after hastily unbuttoning it and flinging it alongside his. Unbuttoning my shorts, the metal snick of the zipper the only sound in the room louder than our breaths, I shove them down to my ankles, shucking them off and leaving me in only my briefs, my stiff cock enjoying the freedom to move but still aching to be touched.
Kyler stands inches from me as I peruse over him, my height an advantage in many situations such as this. I lift my hands to trace a path from the bony ridges of his shoulders down his arms, returning the motion upwards and then ending at his nipples.
I pinch and score my thumbnails over the metal protruding from his nipples, enjoying the tightening of the buds on his copper covered disks. I reach around his back, grabbing his ass cheeks in my hands and squeezing, at the same time bending to flick the tip of my tongue over his nipple.
A hiss of excitement compresses from his chest in a whoosh of air, his warm, minty breath covering me.
I’m fascinated with his piercings. “When did you get these?”
I stand again, using my hands on his ass as leverage, and press him harshly against me, forcing his arms around me and his head tips back. His freckled cheeks are flushed and his eyes alight with fiery heat.
“When I was seventeen,” he acknowledges with a lick of his lower lip and a low chuckle. “I was rebelling against my father the only way I knew how.”
“Hmm, daddy issues then? What else did you do to rebel, Kyler? I want to know.”
Turning us, I walk him backward toward the wall covered in modern art, where I flip him around, his hands instinctively darting out to press against the wall.
I take the opportunity to skim my palms along all the flat plains of his torso, the ridges of his abdomen enticingly decadent, and a place I will further investigate in a bit. But for now, I want to divest him of the rest of his clothing. My actions seem to distract his attention from his story, so I ask again.
“Tell me, Kyler. I want you to tell me how bad of a boy you were.”
Kyler sucks in a large gasp when my palm lands squarely over his crotch, his hard erection protruding daringly from his shorts as I grip it through the material. I reach for the button and zipper, his arms tightening against the leverage of the wall and pushing his ass directly into my cock. I groan with anticipation of where I know this is going tonight.
I bite his earlobe and he sobs out in relief. Or frustration.
“I-I did a lot of things to make my dad crazy. Boozed, drugged, fucked.”
A jolt of arousal hits me between the legs and I suck at the taut skin of his neck, finally mastering his shorts and yanking them down, along with his briefs. No sense in waiting. I remove mine as well so we’re both naked and ready, our dicks bobbing hard and free between us.
“Did you fuck boys or girls?” I demand, wrapping his hard, leaking cock in my hand like a vice. He hisses out his reply.
“Boys. Only ever boys.”
For some reason, his answer makes me both happy and jealous. Which is ridiculous, since I’ve had a sex life much longer than him and have had both. I dip my tongue in his ear, swirling it around to mimic the fucking I will be giving him shortly.
“Did daddy know about your sexual preferences?”
I stroke his length in my hand from tip to base, flicking the pre-ejaculate with my finger, and then bring it to my mouth to taste. Kyler’s head swivels to watch, his lips parting seductively. I yank his head to me and kiss him hard, which I know he enjoys, as his tongue sweeps over mine, tasting himself on me.
When we part, we’re both panting from the exertion, and lust barrels through me. It fills me with pride to know I’ve made him like this. Turned his dick into a weeping hot mess.
I turn Kyler around by his hips to face me, nodding down to my dick.
“When did he find out you liked dick?”
Kyler smirks, dropping to his knees in front of me, reaching out with a flick of his tongue over my length, to which I reply with a loud, animalistic grunt.
“When he caught me making out with my neighbor, Charlie, in the front seat of his car.”
And then all matters of his past are set aside as he takes me to the back of his throat.
18
Kyler
There is nothing that gives me more sexual confidence than when a man moans out my name when I take him in my mouth.
And the fact that it’s Lucas only heightens the degree of lust and yearning. He is so fucking sexy when he loses control like this, allowing himself to shed that serious cloak he wears all the time. The one that makes him seem like a strict asshole when he’s anything but.
Well, okay, he can still act like a stern asshat, especially in the classroom. But in an intimate situation like this? He knows how to let go and gives me his everything.
My mouth is full with him, his scent and salty taste a heady elixir, as I suck him in deep until he hits the back of my throat. I tease and play, palming his sac in my hand, and teasing his hole with my index finger. His cock jerks in my mouth and I smile around the girth.
Pulling out, but keeping my hand around his length, I tip my head back to look at him, licking the corner of my lip.
“And have you been with both boys and girls, professor?”
The expression on his face is mischievous, a single eyebrow arching with amusement.
“Yes, I have. Any other questions or can we continue?” He grabs his dick and presses the head into my lips and I choke on my laughter, shaking my head.
“You’re such an ass,” I muse with a chuckle, biting at the hard flesh of his thigh teasingly.
“I never said otherwise. But it’s your ass that’s really in question right now, don’t you think?”
I sink lower on my knees, leaning my head in as my nose brushes the underside of his cock and I suck his balls into the warmth of my mouth, stroking his cock generously as I do.
“Oh fuck, that feels good.”
My own erection pulses and strains for him, as if reaching for what it wants.
I continue to coax his balls, lathering them up good, until I return my attention to his cock. His cock is long and hard, an impressive size with a perfect crown. It’s purple and tight, and tastes of all things he wants to do to me. I continue mouth fucking him until he growls.
“Enough,” he jerks away, his cock popping free from my mouth. “I want to get you on your back.”
Lifting me with hands under my arms, Lucas guides me down the hallway and through a doorway into a massive over-sized master bedroom that smells of him. Spicy cologne and the sweet aroma of Cuban cigars.
My eyes drink in the tastefully decorated room – the masculine gold and black linens and pillows, the linen drapes embroidered with gold metallic flecks in waving patterns – all very sophisticated and exactly what I’d expect from his home. So very dissimilar to my unicorn printed pillows and blankets in my small apartment.
I must make a noise of laughter because Luca
s turns to look back at me, his bent form searching his night table for condoms and lube, which he locates and places on the bed next to him.
“What’s so funny?”
He reaches for my wrists and tugs me forward, our naked bodies fitting together with a perfection I’ve never felt. My cock grazes his and I hiss from the exquisiteness of it.
We stand together, skin-to-skin, his hands lightly stroking down my arms before reaching around to grab my ass cheeks.
I shrug in irreverence. “I don’t know. We just have very different styles.”
“Oh yeah? What styles do you mean? Sexual?”
I snort loudly. “Nah, I think we’re pretty similar there.”
Slipping my hands around his waist, I locate the soft curve of his ass, running my fingers over his sculpted bubble before locking onto the bottom and squeezing.
“I hope so, otherwise, this might get pretty damn uncomfortable in a few minutes.”
Lucas chuckles and shoves me against the mattress, my knees buckling as I fall onto the plush comforter that practically swallows me up in its downy softness.
He stands over me, his dick in his hand as he leisurely strokes himself, staring down at my naked body. His tone turns very serious then, eyes narrowing somberly.
“Before I fuck you, I need to make one thing very clear.”
I scoot off the top comforter as Lucas tugs the top free and removes it from the bed, leaving the softest sheets I’ve ever felt underneath my naked form. Then he picks up the bottle of lube, opening it with the precision of a physician, lathering his fingers with the cool liquid before returning his gaze to me.
Leaving myself propped up my elbows so I can watch, I spread my legs wide as he presses a knee to the mattress between them.
“Lay it on me, professor.” My words clearly a double meaning.
Lucas leans into my torso, the soft curls of his chest dusting over mine and distracting me as I feel the first intrusion of the cold liquid at my entrance.
“We have tonight, Kyler. And only tonight. I’m breaking all the rules to be with you again.”
“Then why even take a chance with me again?”
His lips cover mine, gently, reverently, as if he’s piecing me together only to tear me apart in the end.
When he pulls back, his eyes stab me with his response, just as his finger slips inside and breaches my tight ring of muscle. My hips fly off the bed, squirming from the intrusion, but at the same time seeking friction. Wanting him to move inside me. To find that perfect spot hidden deep within me and make me go off.
“Kyler…” My name is like an agonizing pain leaving his lips. “I’ve tried everything possible to stay away from you and it’s impossible. I need you again. Just one more fucking time.”
Lucas shakes my head, pressing his finger deeper before dragging it back out, and then repeats the action.
I murmur a litany of curses as he pulls out and adds more lube to two fingers this time.
“I wish you weren’t my student. I wish things were different.”
The pleasure is too much as he slams both fingers back inside, as I grab my knees and press my legs open to grant him more access. To prepare my body to take his cock.
He’s on a mission to use me tonight in whatever manner he sees fit. And I’m going to let him. I’m going to give him this one thing I have to give before the sun comes up and we’re back to reality.
Because based on his declaration, we only have tonight. We only have this one final chance to be lovers before we’re back to being a closeted professor and his student.
And that’s the way it has to be.
19
Kyler
I don’t know why I did it.
I ran. After that amazing sex I had with Lucas, as he fell sound asleep snuggled up next to me, I panicked and ran.
It wasn’t out of fear, per se. Not in the sense you might think. But the panic that crept into my heart and overcrowding my throat the minute Lucas and I both laid satisfied across his bed, our bodies exhausted and depleted from that amazing fucking. As soon as his breaths evened out into a calm slumber, I ran out of there like a scared rabbit.
I crept into my apartment, glancing wearily at the clock in the kitchen to see that it’s just after five a.m., and I throw myself down on the couch face first. One leg is haphazardly strewn out off the side, an arm crooked at the elbow under my head, my face squished against my unicorn throw pillow.
It feels like only five minutes have gone by that I’ve slept, but in actuality, it’s closer to two hours. The first stirring of wakefulness hits me when I hear Peyton open and close the bathroom door, starting her morning shower and routine. Pussy Cat decides she is wide awake and purrs soundly, rubbing her soft white fur over my arm that dangles from my side.
My mouth is dry as I lick the drool from my lips and shift on my hip, cracking my eyelids uncertainly against the morning light.
Pussy Cat jumps up next to me, smashing her whiskered-face against my cheek, nudging under my chin to get the attention she believes she deserves.
“Good morning, baby girl,” I coo, scratching at her ears as she purrs that sated sound of relief.
Don’t I know the feeling.
My mind flips through the images of last night. From the moment I turned to find Lucas standing in front of me at the bar. To the sexy dance I performed for him – the movements of my limbs echoing the sexual tension that had been building for weeks – no, maybe months – between us.
And all of that culminating in one hot, intense night of fucking. Oh Jesus, it was so incredible to look up into Lucas’s face as he orgasmed inside me, the pleasure racking his body along with mine.
I stare down at my growing morning wood with a menacing glare. “Traitor.”
Picking Pussy Cat up under her belly, I place her on the floor as I swivel my legs off the couch and pick up my phone from the end table. I check my schedule for the day, hoping to ignore the throbbing in my pants, and then see I have a string of notifications and messages.
One is from Roarke checking in to see how my night with Lucas went.
A second is from my study partner and classmate, Colton, in my economics class. We have an assignment due next week and he wants to see if we can get together later this week to work on it together.
And then there’s a slew of texts from Professor Lucas Mathiasson.
Prof: Are you okay?
Prof: I woke and you were gone.
Prof: I hope I didn’t make things awkward. Just text me back to let me know you’re fine.
And then there’s a twenty-minute lag and a final text from him nearly takes my breath away.
Prof: Last night was…well, it meant a lot. You are an amazing man and I care for you deeply. I wish things were different.
I flop back down on my ass, the couch cushions swallowing me up in a hug that I apparently am in need of at the moment. This thing between Lucas and me is so vastly different than what I experienced with Max. I have nothing else to compare it to. While both men are older than me and established, Max was in need of my attention and I was at his beck and call to survive.
With Lucas, I feel like I’m on solid footing. Neither of us needs each other in that capacity, but it doesn’t diminish the pull he has over me. And who knows? Maybe it’s the fact that we can’t be with each other that makes it a stronger connection or the desire to have one another. The forbidden fruit, so to speak.
Whatever it is, I’m going to need to steel myself against that growing appeal my professor has on me. The longing that hasn’t diminished one iota after last night.
Peyton must see the torn expression on my face as I sit here in a sleepy stupor because she stops in front of me on the way into the kitchen and lets out a sound close to a sob.
“Kyler, are you okay? What’s the matter honey?”
I turn to find her staring at me with concern. Her hair is still wrapped up in a towel from the shower and she wears a short pink bathrobe that has s
een far better days.
Pussy Cat meows angrily, now eager for her breakfast, as I shake my thoughts free of Lucas.
I stand and wave her off dismissively. “Nothing, I’m totally fine. Just had a late night.”
She places her hands on her tilted hips and harrumphs.
“Someone you met at the bar?”
Her insinuation, while usually one I plead guilty to, is far off the mark this time. I shrug indifferently and give her a glib reply.
“The usual. A quick and fun fuck.”
I avoid her censure as I skirt the corner into the kitchen, getting Pussy Cat’s breakfast made and my coffee brewed.
Peyton steps up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist, placing her cheek against my back as I stand at the sink, staring blindly at the wall.
“You know you’re worthy of love, right?”
The irony in her question is that I’m the one who originally said it to her not all that long ago. I snort sardonically and she thumps my chest with her hand.
“Someday you’ll meet someone special, Kyler, who will unlock this tender heart of yours, and offer you everything. A man who will cherish you and love you and not use you just for sex.”
Snickering, I turn my head to the side. “But I like sex, Pey-Pey.”
She huffs, her hands loosening around me as she steps to the side to confront me.
“Do you ever think you’ll get married?”
This question comes out of nowhere and blindsides me. We’ve shared a lot about our lives and pasts with each other since becoming so close, but never the future status of relationships. Mostly because neither of us had relationships to speak of.
I give her a surprised and wide-eyed stare, followed by a burst of laughter. “That is a question reserved for after coffee. In fact, it should only be asked over tequila shots.”
“Fine, you’re right. So how about we plan on a tequila and taco night tonight. You’re not working, are you?”
I pull out my phone and check my calendar. “Nope, I’m all yours.”
She gives me her patented pageant smile of hers and jumps up on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.
