Page 98 of Plaything

The piercings felt strange against my tongue, but other than that, they didn’t get in the way of anything. In fact, they were fun to play with.

I was slow and precise with my movements, making sure not to make any noise. Poor Wyatt was pulsing with need in my mouth, precum leaking out every few minutes as I teased him.

“I’m still not understanding this, Mr. Wright. So, if I’m writing the paper, why can’t I write it in first person? The paper is based on my opinions, right?” The student asked.

“It’s a research paper, Gabe. Even if it’s on a topic you feel s-strongly about, you’re writing on research-based evidence and facts, not your opinion,” Wyatt informed, only struggling once.

“Oh! Right on,” the student chuckled. “Hey, listen, about the deadline... I play hockey, and it’s a really important part of my life. I just don’t have a lot of time to write a paper, you know—”

“Then university may not be the best place for you. How else can I help you, Gabe?” Wyatt let his irritation show.

I swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, collecting more droplets of precum that spilled from him. I flinched, feeling Wyatt’s shoe slide under my skirt. He pressed the top of his dress shoe against my clit, slowly rocking it back and forth.

A moan threatened to escape; the only thing saving us from being caught was his dick rammed down my throat, making it impossible for any sound to escape me.

Wyatt continued rubbing the top of his shoe against me, somehow hitting me just where I was most sensitive.

I’d been wet and turned on all day, this was exactly what I needed. Between him in my mouth, making me a drooling mess, and him toying with me, I was desperate.

I moved my hips, grinding against his ankle while sucking him off. The student in the room suddenly ceased to exist, leaving me a desperate mess under Wyatt’s desk.

Wyatt twitched in my mouth, and I took him into my mouth further. I was boggled at how long he was; I was only able to fit two-thirds of him until he hit the back of my throat.

Distracted and hazed by arousal, the only indication that the student had left was the sound of Wyatt’s office door softly closing. I didn’t even have time to feel shocked at myself for missing the end of their conversation or the student saying bye.

Seconds after the door closed, Wyatt rolled his chair back slowly so as not to disconnect him from my mouth. I only had to lean forward a bit to move with him. Uncovering my head and shoulders that were hidden by his desk, we were finally able to meet each other’s gaze.

I was beyond satisfied with myself, seeing the desperate look on his face. His eyebrows were knitted, his lips parted as he finally allowed himself to moan. He wrapped his hand around my hair and harshly pushed my head down.

His dick slid down my throat until my lips touched the base of it. My eyes welled with tears as I looked up at him. My airway was blocked, and I could barely whimper. He lifted his leg, making me straddle his ankle as he rolled it, hitting my clit each time.

“I told you to behave,” he said gently, contrasting his actions. “Now look at you, my own personal desk toy,” he smirked. He gave my head another push, and I whimpered. “You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked, leaning down as if he expected an answer.

He lifted his leg higher, putting more pressure on my clit, “Use your big girl words,” he taunted.

A muffled moan sounded through the room as I tried to breathe. His jaw flexed as he slowly moved my head back, pulling out of me. The second I could, I sucked in a deep breath of air, coughing from the discomfort in my throat.

With glassy eyes, I peered back up at him, “I was bored,” I explained innocently before licking his tip.

Wyatt’s thighs tensed as he groaned, “Fuck.” I took him into my mouth again; watching him watch me was the biggest turn-on. His pleasurable moans were better than getting an A on any assignment. A giddy, whole feeling consumed my body as I watched him. “You’re making me feel so good, Baby,” he praised. “Just like that for me,” he muttered, lost in lust.

On top of the world, I felt him twitch before he pushed my head down further onto him, his hips slightly jerking up to meet my movements. “That’s it, Baby, you’re going to make me cum,” he encouraged.

Blinking my tears of pleasure away, I gazed at him in a trance as his fist tightened in my hair, making me moan. His face untwisted, completely relaxing as hot liquid filled my mouth. He looked completely at peace as he came, and I was thrilled I was the one to give him that peace.

I swallowed twice, surprised at the amount coming out of him. It had clearly been a long time since he’d gotten off, making me all the more smug. With a pop, I pulled away from him. I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my lips as I watched him come down from his high.

His chest was rising and falling quickly as he looked down at me. I had my elbows on each of his thighs, resting my chin on my hands, showing my delight in what I’d accomplished.

Wyatt shook his head at me and chuckled. “I’m scared to ask if you’ve done that before...” he teased as he put his pants back on properly.

With a playful grin, I nodded, “Maybe.” I’d told them about my failed sex attempt, but beyond that, they assumed I hadn’t done anything else. Which was true, but I wanted to have a little fun.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows, effortlessly lifting me into his lap. He sat me on one of his thighs, making me straddle him. “Is that so?” He tried to hide his jealousy in his tone with curiosity, but I saw right through him.

I nodded, “You’re not jealous, are you, Wyatt?” I smirked.

He gripped my hips, jerking me forward on him. I moaned, still incredibly sensitive from his ankle grinding onto me. “Horribly jealous, slightly murderous,” he said casually, continuing to push and pull me.

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