Page 87 of Sexted By Santa
I clung to him, my heart expanding even further than I’d thought possible. We broke apart only to undress, and then he was pressing me down into the bed, blanketing my body with his. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, my glasses growing fogged. I closed my eyes, giving up on sight and concentrating on the feel of him, until he sat back and took me in.
“You look incredible in nothing but those glasses, Professor.”
I huffed a laugh as I tipped my head to look over the rims. “And you look like a very naughty schoolboy.”
Jaxson’s face lit up with delight. “I’m in dire need of some advisement. What should I do to make my situation better?”
I wasn’t good at these sorts of games, but I’d started this one. Jaxson’s insistence on calling me Professor, especially at intimate moments, made me suspect he had a taboo fantasy or two. No harm done since I wasn’thisprofessor and never had been. The fact I’d advised him once was, perhaps, a gray area, but enough years had passed that I doubt anyone remembered it besides us.
“I think we should start with a thorough examination of your knowledge, followed by a test of your fortitude.”
“My fortitude?”
“Mm-hmm. You see, you mustn’t make a sound throughout the entire exam.”
Jaxson made a sound of pleasure in his throat. “That will be challenging.”
“But you’re up to it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Professor.”
Tori was asleep in the next room after all. Being quiet would be necessary—which I was sure Jaxson knew—but making a game of it was more fun.
The first two times we’d been together, Jaxson had been very much in charge. He instinctively guided us, and I was happy to go along for the ride. But by casting me as professor, he’d flipped the script.
I smoothed my hands down his back, grabbed his ass, and massaged his glutes. He rocked against me, his cock a hard bar nudging my stomach. I urged him forward. “Come up here,” I murmured. “Submit to my exam.”
I guided him forward until he straddled my chest, then I licked the tip of his cock. He shuddered but remained silent. I wanted to truly challenge him, so I continued pulling him forward, sucking in more of his cock, using my lips and tongue to torment him.
His breathing grew ragged, and his hips began to move of their own accord, rocking his cock deep into my throat, then pulling back to give me a breath. I loved oral, and watching the expressions cross his face—the concentration, the edge of frustration, the almost pained pleasure—was incredibly satisfying. He was still keeping quiet, but he’d dug his teeth into his bottom lip so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if he bled before we were through.
I slipped my mouth free, which prompted a small sound of protest which Jaxson quickly clamped down on.
“Ah-ah,” I teased. “Stay quiet.”
He nodded. “Sorry, Professor.”
I nudged him forward again, nuzzling at his balls and licking a trail down his perineum.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “Chris…”
I didn’t mind hearing my name shortened in that breathy, sexy voice. I could feel Jaxson’s body tightening. His thighs grew rock hard in my hands as I squirmed down just low enough to swipe my tongue through the cleft of his ass.
He sucked in a sharp breath as I licked him, tongue lingering over the furled skin of his entrance, then teasing at his rim. I grasped his ass, spreading him so I could get better access. I fluttered my tongue, and a whimper broke free of him.
I immediately stopped.
He groaned. “Don’t stop. Please…I’ll be silent. I promise.”
I grinned in satisfaction. Teasing Jaxson like this was so much fun. Hearing him beg? The greatest aphrodisiac ever. My cock leaked precum against my thigh, as desperate as Jaxson for more, but I wasn’t ready to end the game.
I traced Jaxson’s rim, then pointed my tongue and pressed in a little. His breathing went haywire, and his hips pressed down, fairly smothering me with his ass as he wordlessly begged for more. I thrust my tongue inside him, wiggling it, and felt him tremble. All the sounds he might have made were being transformed into physical responses, and it was incredible. I added one finger, then two, stroking his insides until Jaxson began thrusting back, fucking himself on my fingers.
I pegged his prostate, and he jolted hard, then pulled free of my fingers. Before I could ask his intent, he was jerking open the side table drawer and pulling out lube and a condom. He opened the packet and rolled it over my shaft, then spread lube over it. Apparently, Jaxson was done playing.
“My turn to impress you with my knowledge, Professor.”
He shuffled backward, until he was poised over my groin. Then, grinning, he sank down my shaft, taking me in one smooth glide that belied how little prep he’d actually had.
