Page 74 of Riptide

“Yeah?” he says swallowing hard. “Do it.”

I shift around until I’m hovering over him, my knees braced on either side of his head. My cock brushes his lips, and he opens willingly as I guide the head past his tongue, slowly feeling the way he adjusts, the tight flex of his throat around me like he was made to take it.

I ease out, slick and glistening, his spit coating me as he gasps a breath before licking the underside with a guttural groan. Fuck, it’s so hot watching him fall apart beneath me.

“You gonna to watch the show, or are you going to get me off?”

I lean forward, ducking my head to where his cock lies heavy and flushed, leaking against his stomach. Lapping up the drops there, I drag my tongue along the shaft and lower to his balls, sucking one gently. He moans around me, the vibrations traveling all down my cock, shooting up my spine and awakening every nerve in my body.

I start to move again, shallow thrusts into his mouth as he finds a rhythm, trying to give him a moment to breath in between movements, but he doesn’t want it. He grips my hips and yanks me down, burying my cock in his throat and forcing me off him.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulse kicking hard as he works me.

I wrap my lips around his cock, stroking the base with my hand and hollowing my cheeks as I take him in. When he starts snapping his hips up toward me, I suck him harder, faster, matching the pace of my hips driving into his mouth. He’s leaking steadily now, pulsing in my palm and mouth, salty and sweet on my tongue.

Our orgasms build fast, like he said they would, and when his thighs tense, whole body locking up beneath me, I know he’s coming. Hot, thick ropes of cum shoot down my throat as I swallow every drop before my own release crashes into me. Groaning around his length, my nails dig into his thighs, and I pop off him with a hard suck, not leaving anything behind as I empty myself into his mouth too.

He removes his hands from my hips with a sigh, and I ease off to collapse on the bed beside him.

“Best New Year’s ever,” he rasps, and I laugh breathlessly.

I absolutely fucking agree.

Chapter thirty-one

Finn

IleftFoxx’sapartmenta few days ago, and even though CLU isn’t officially back to business yet, OCC is. So, I may have to share him tonight with a classroom full of people, while I pretend that I don’t know what he looks like naked. But I’ll take it. It’s a form of torture I had no idea could also become an addiction.

He’s up there in a slate-blue shirt and a navy waistcoat today, sleeves rolled just enough to show the veined curve of his forearms. And he knows exactly what that does to me. He’s doing it on purpose, I’m positive, because the slacks hug his legs perfectly. Every color he’s wearing somehow makes his skin look warmer, his hair darker. It’s honestly a miracle anyone’s paying attention with a teacher who looks likethat.

“Mr. James, do you know the answer?”

I jerk upright in my seat, yanking my gaze away from where it was lingering. Lusty, traitorous eyes. Focus, Finn.

“Sorry, could you repeat the question, Professor?”

One of his eyebrows arches knowingly. He turns to gesture at the board behind him, which just makes me zero in on his ass.

What abeautifulass it is, too.

I somehow tear my eyes away to read the equation on the board and briefly remember something he said earlier in the lecture before I got distracted. “Uh, is the answer x equals negative two?”

He smirks. “Correct. Good to see you are paying attention.”

The rest of the class goes off without me ogling Foxx too much, and I actually manage to pass the pop quiz test. Once everyone has left, I push myself to my feet, move to the door, flick the lock, and close the distance between us, practically jumping him.

His hands immediately frame my face as he devours me. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to focus when you’re in the front row?” he growls through kisses. “I shouldn’t be this distracted.”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to pay attention when you have an ass like that?”

He chuckles, then pulls back to rest his forehead against mine. My pulse thrashes in my throat, my chest, my everywhere, desperate for another touch from him. “So, I’ve been thinking…” he starts.

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Remember when I said I’d take you to the coast? Let’s go to this weekend,” he says, surprising me. I fall back a little to see his face, his swollen lips shining with temptation, but I’m taken aback by the reality of being near the ocean again.

“It won’t be surfing weather,” I mutter on instinct, even though my mind feels like its scrambling. “It’s January and freezing.”

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