Page 21 of Me Three
“Then you’re not affected when I do this,” they say and smooth out their free hand over my chest all the way to my stomach.
I shake my head, very slowly, trying to swallow without whimpering even though their mere touch is giving me goosebumps.
“And you won’t be fazed if I do this?” they dip their face to my neck and breathe on me, intensifying those goosebumps.
“No,” I croak.
“What about this?” They lick from the side of my neck all the way to my Adam’s apple and then back and up to chew on my earlobe.
“No-thing,” I sigh.
“Hmmm…” they hum, making my insides vibrate as a result. “And I guess this does nothing, too?”
They place their hand up on my thigh, between my legs, but without touching my cock or my balls. It doesn’t mean my dick doesn’t take the opportunity to pulse, going from a semi-soft phase to insta-hard.
“Nah,” I huff.
“Hmmm,” Tru hums again and they remove themselves off me. “That’s fine then. Maybe I misunderstood.”
They put a couple steps of distance between us and my body instantly misses their touch, their breath, their aura.
They turn their back and readjust their backpack on their shoulders, shrugging.
“Well, since you’re not affected by me, maybe you can treat me like a human being in class instead of ignoring me and trust me that I can keep it profess—”
They never finish their sentence. That’s because I grab them, swing them around so they’re facing me, and pull their mouth into mine.
Tru stands frozen in my arms, but only for a moment before they push me against the whiteboard, press my head back, and deepen the kiss while holding my jaw in their hand.
Their body grinds on mine, and I can feel their erection along their thigh in their pants.
Their hands go roaming over my body, only to end up on my butt where they squeeze until I’m moaning in their mouth. Our dicks line up to one another and we dry hump until our lips go all chapped and our breaths run ragged.
Tru slides slowly down my body until they’re on their knees, pulling my zipper down. They fit my dick through the zipper and take it in their mouth.
A groan builds up in my throat, my mind goes blank as soon as I feel their breath around my length, and the more they suck, the bigger the groan gets, but I manage to rein it in.
This is so wrong, yet I have no power or will to stop it. And what if anyone walks in? My next class is in five minutes.
I open my eyes and watch the door, expecting it to fly open any minute now, but that only makes me hornier.
Tru strokes me once, twice, before swallowing me again and the groan erupts out of me like a volcano. My hands grapple Tru’s hair, and I force my dick deeper into their throat, pounding their mouth like we’re running out of time. And for all we know, we are.
“Nghh, I’m gonna come,” I whisper and let go of Tru, but they don’t let my dick go. Instead, they guzzle up all of me and swallow me until my knees start shaking and my lids feel heavy.
I look down at them, feeling every bit the blubbering mess I am, and they slide my dick out of their mouth, offering me a smile.
“What? We couldn’t afford to make a mess,” they say.
“This… was… so wrong,” I pant, and Tru pouts.
“Maybe. But it felt so good.”
Instead of leaving me to my own devices, they tuck my dick back in my underwear, zip my jeans back up, and iron out my clothes with their palms until I look less disheveled.
Once I’m all decent again, they get off their knees, give me a peck on the lips, and stare into my eyes.
“I hope you’ll keep things professional in class from now on,” they say, the smirk barely hiding in their features.
