Page 24 of Me Three
I had every intention of keeping the inquisitive look I was going for, but when I hear fat and ugly, I can barely hold myself back.
“Wait-you really think you’re…” I uncross my arms and hop off the desk to sit on his lap. “Sweetheart, you’re sexy, hot, and fucking fire. You’re not ugly or fat. And even if you have a little more weight on, so what? They don’t call them love handles for nothing.”
I take his head in both my hands and make him look me in the eye.
“You mean that?” he asks.
I don’t answer him. Instead, I show him. I kiss him so hard we almost topple the chair backward. And I can feel his dick hardening against my butt while his hands rest on my waist gently as if he’s too scared to touch me.
My tongue lashes at his, making them dance around one another, my hands burrow into his soft, dark curls, and it’s only then that I take a deep breath, which causes Ev to groan in my mouth.
I’ve already had my fill for the morning, but now it seems I need my fill for the afternoon, because I find myself sliding down his body until I’m all but tucked under his desk with his dick in my mouth, my hair trapped between his fingers. My whole body trembles from the need he exudes.
“I-I’ve been dreaming about this… since…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Another groan builds up out of him, making my own cock even harder in my pants, and I do what I didn’t manage to do earlier.
I release my cock from my pants, along with Ev’s, and I play with myself while I suck him off nice and slow.
He feels different to Carter, and we’re not just talking about girth and size.
We’re talking levels of roughness, loudness, and pleasure. We’re talking scent and taste. It’s not that sucking him is better than Carter. It’s not a competition. Or if it were, I’d happily test both subjects repeatedly—only to draw a tie probably.
No. Everett feels different because he is different. There’s more behind his every move. He gives it—this moment—his all.
He’s living in the here and now and damn getting caught. It’s like he’s open to me where Carter keeps a part of himself off limits, which I guess is part of the “long story” Everett mentioned the other day.
His whole body jerks with passion the more I suck, the deeper I go, the longer I keep him there. I fear if I don’t make him come now, when he does, he will erupt like Mount Vesuvius.
I tug at his balls, massaging them with my fingers, and use my free hand to probe at his hole. Not to penetrate him. I know he and Carter are devout tops—and even though I call bullshit on any devout top or bottom—but just to tease him, to bring him closer to the edge.
Ev holds my head down, rubbing behind my ears, which makes my skin tickly and fuzzy, his breath heavy and rumbling like a brewing storm.
“You like that professor?” I say, my voice nothing but a whisper.
I look up at him, find his brown, beautiful eyes and lick his length until he answers me, stroking my dick faster.
“Fuck… ngh… yeah,” he says.
His hand reaches over the desk and then I see the back of his phone.
“Can I? For when I jerk off?”
There are two issues with what he’s just said.
First, why is he even asking? He can take pictures of me in any position, any time. Obviously, it’s hot he asks for permission, but I’m confident with my body myself and don’t care who sees me naked as long as my pics aren’t plastered all over the internet. Not that I don’t trust that he will keep the pics to himself. Although itwouldbe hot if he shared it with Carter and they jerked off together.
Which brings me to the second issue. Thinking about Everett—and Carter—jerking off alone is a crime against nature. A crime against primal instincts. I should be there to take care of any boners, any time of day. And, of course, they can return the favor.
“Oh, honey,” I say after a loud pop from taking his head out of my mouth. “You don’t have to ask.”
Ev licks his lips, I swallow his cock looking at him, and the flash of his phone goes off, blinding me for an instant before bringing me back into the relative darkness under the desk.
He puts his phone down and he hugs the back of my head with both hands, keeping me close to his crotch as long as possible until I have to come up for air.
“Crap. My next class starts in two,” he says.
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab his dick with my left hand, mine with my right, and jerk us off as if our lives depended on it while keeping his head in my mouth.
His grip on my neck tightens, and his whole body shudders as a vibrational moan escapes his mouth and he rewards me with his seed.
