Page 37 of The Swap Masquerade

Elliott stared in fascination as he wrapped a hand around my cock and slid the foreskin back from the head. Then he pulled it upward, so it hung over the end. I moaned as he took a finger and ran it along the inside edge, teasing me. When he replaced his finger with his tongue, I thought I would lose my mind, but it was nothing compared to the sensations brought about as he began gently nibbling and tugging on it with his teeth.

Tilting his head, he licked up one side of my shaft and down the other with the flat of his tongue before taking me in his mouth and swallowing me whole. My hips punched up of their own accord, hitting his gag reflex, but he continued sucking like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. After a few minutes, he let my cock slip from his lips, dipping his head lower and I felt something warm and wet glide over my balls. He hummed in the back of his throat as he licked over my sac again.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as he sucked my balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. Precome dripped onto my belly and I ran a finger through it then held it in front of his face as an offering. His lips wrapped around my finger and he hummed as he sucked it into his mouth, tasting me.

“Wait!” I said as he opened his mouth to suck my cock once more. He hesitated, looking up at me, but I slid away, scooting up the bed and lying down. I crooked a finger at him, and he grinned as he followed me up onto the bed. “Climb on top of me and turn around. We can suck each other at the same time. That way, I get to taste you too.”

Desire flared in his eyes and he hurried into position. He bent down, immediately taking me into his mouth, but I needed a moment to take in the new view I had of his exquisite ass. My fingers kneaded the taut globes of his butt cheeks, relishing the firm muscles beneath his skin before I pulled them apart, opening him up to display the pretty pink hole inside.

I circled a wet finger around it, watching as it expanded and retracted in response to my touch. My mouth watered at the sight, but he was too tall, making it impossible to reach properly while he sucked me. I pushed on the backs of his thighs, urging him forward. His mouth pulled off my cock with a wet pop and he scooted forward. “That’s good,” I told him once he’d gone far enough.

Elliott’s lips were a beautiful shade of red and glistening with my juices as he turned to watch me over his shoulder. Holding his stare, I tilted my head forward and swiped my tongue over his hole. “Oh, my fuck!” he shouted. I gave him a devilish grin then I did it again. “Oh, God!” He scrambled for purchase, his fingers twisting in the comforter.

I slid my arms up, wrapping them over his lower waist and holding him in place as I continued rimming him. His moans filled the air, punctuated by a few curse words. Eventually, his words became too warbled to understand and he buried his face in my shins, muffling his whines. “Please, Gavin,” he pleaded after a few more minutes of the slow torture.

“Scoot back, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He moved quickly, scooting back far enough so I could reach his cock. A long bead of precome dangled from the tip and I moved my mouth under it, catching it on my tongue before it could fall. His balls were drawn up tight against his body and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so I wrapped my lips around his stiff rod and sucked.

He thrust his hips, stuffing my mouth with his cock and hitting the back of my throat with the tip. Delicious wet heat engulfed my own cock as he began sucking me with wild abandon. It didn’t take us long to find a perfect rhythm, swallowing each other down and then pulling off at the same time. The sweet suction of his mouth and the taste of him on my tongue made my head spin, and my orgasm hit without warning, stealing my breath and surprising me with its intensity.

Elliott quickly followed suit, coming down my throat in hot spurts. We drank each other down and then licked each other clean. When we were finished, he flipped around and kissed me, long and hard, combining our two flavors. “You are so fucking amazing,” he whispered.

“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.” We shared another leisurely kiss and then he pulled back to look in my eyes. I ran my thumb along his jaw. “Are you hungry?”

His eyes widened. “I need at least a few minutes to recover, but then we should be good to go again.”

It was my turn to look surprised. “I didn’t mean—” I stopped as soon as I saw his shoulders start to shake. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?”

Elliott rolled off me, holding his stomach as he began laughing. It was the most amazing sound in the world, but it didn’t stop me from getting my revenge. I moved quickly, sitting on top of him and pinning his arms down under my knees and then I began tickling him, moving my fingers all around until I found a ticklish spot right along his ribs.

He howled, trying to buck me off him. However, I refused to give in until he begged for forgiveness. “I promise, I’ll be good.”

I leaned down, smiling, and brushed my nose over his. “You’re already good. Good for me.”

His expression turned soft, and he pushed his lips out for a kiss. I obliged, of course. “You’re good for me too, Gavin.”

We ate the chicken cold, picnic style in my bed, and then we turned out the lights and climbed under the covers. Elliott turned me on my side, scooted in behind me, and wrapped his arm around my waist, spooning me the way he’d done the night in the hotel. I closed my eyes and sighed happily, knowing that this time, we’d both be there in the morning.

Chapter 15

ELLIOTT

“Is the semester over, yet?” I heard as I answered the call.

I grinned. “Twelve days, sixteen hours, and oh, roughly twenty-two minutes left. You’re almost there.”

Gavin’s sigh could be heard through my car’s Bluetooth system. “I can’t wait. I have spent the last four hours grading papers, but I’ve barely made a dent in them. You know, I only went into teaching so I could have my summers off.”

“I call bullshit. First of all, you work harder during the nine months of school than most people do working all twelve. And second, you already told me you went into teaching because you wanted to open the minds of today’s youth, to broaden their view of the world beyond the stuff they see on social media and hopefully, through them, build a better tomorrow.”

“How did you remember all of that? Did you record me or something?”

I laughed. “No, I pay attention, that’s all. It’s easy to do when it’s something that interests me.”

“Mmm. Are you implying that you’re interested in me, Mr. Stone?” His voice suddenly turned deeper, taking on a husky quality that never failed to send shivers racing up and down my spine.

“Oh, I am definitely interested, Professor Holt.”

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