Page 82 of Psycho
Lucas pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose. “See, there was a mix up at the registrar’s office and I was supposed to take your class but they never added me. If I don’t have this credit, I can’t graduate.”
August gave him a pained expression. “I’m sympathetic to your cause. But I’m afraid classes are well underway and there’s a wait list for my class.”
Lucas dropped down to his knees before August, parting his legs with purpose. “That’s the thing…Professor. I don’t actually want to take the class. I was just thinking—hoping, really—that maybe you couldsayI took the class, and, in exchange, I could do something for you.”
August shifted in his seat, hips sliding forward. “What exactly is it you have that I might need, Mr…?”
“Blackwell,” Lucas offered, looking up at him behind those dark frames, his palms running over August’s thighs before he let his fingers trace the bulge behind his zipper. “Surely, you could think of something to do with me?”
August sighed, running his thumb over Lucas’s full bottom lip. “If you want to receive full credit for a class like mine, I expect excellence. I need you to wow me. Do you think you can wow me, Mr. Blackwell?”
“I’d love to try, Professor.” Lucas’s nimble fingers made short work of August’s belt and pants, freeing his now throbbing erection. His eyes got wide with mock innocence as he jerked him. “Oh, you’re so big, Professor.”
August snorted, but it quickly became a groan when Lucas’s mouth closed over him, swallowing him down, only to drag his mouth almost completely back up. “Christ.”
Lucas began to bob his head, giving August the sloppiest and most enthusiastic blowjob of his life. August had no idea what was happening, but he had to say, Lucas had committed to his part and he approved. His eyes rolled back as Lucas worked him over, taking him to the back of his throat until the muscles contracted around him.
Lucas pulled off, licking up one side of August’s dick and down the other before slapping it against his tongue, his glasses fogging. “Mm, you taste so good. Am I doing a good job?”
August leaned forward, removing the glasses before closing his hand around Lucas’s throat. “Very good, but I said you had to wow me.”
The smile that spread across Lucas’s face was borderline alarming. “I thought you might say that, Professor.” He stood, turning to face August’s desk, dropping his jeans and lifting his shirt. “Can you help me with these?”
August leaned forward, unable to stop himself from biting at Lucas’s side before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Lucas’s black boxer briefs, pulling them down to mid thigh. Lucas leaned forward, arching his back and pushing his hips into August’s face.
That was when August caught sight of the hot pink plug nestled between his cheeks. Had he been wearing that when they left for coffee this morning? Had he lectured all morning knowing he was going to bend over for August later? He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing Lucas’s lush ass, spreading him apart to look, running his finger around his rim.
“Are you wowed, Professor?” Lucas asked, looking back over his shoulder, a smirk spreading over his face.
August didn’t answer, just pushed the plug in deeper, his cock leaking as Lucas moaned long and low. “Bend over for me. That’s it. All the way.”
Lucas let out a shaky breath but did as August asked. He hooked his finger in the ring at the base of the plug, tugging it experimentally, almost as turned on watching Lucas’s reaction as he was at the notion of burying himself inside him. After the tiniest bit of resistance, the plug slipped free, but August didn’t remove it. He placed his hand on Lucas’s lower back, fucking the plug in and out of him, watching as he tried to fuck himself on it.
“August…”
August’s hand cracked over his ass, earning a shocked, hazy look from Lucas. If he wanted to play, they’d play. “What did you call me?”
“Sorry, Professor,” Lucas managed, voice no longer teasing but raw. He flicked his tongue out to wet his lower lip.
August wanted to explore the handprint blooming on Lucas’s flawless backside. So, he did, running his lips across the heated flesh before he stood, letting the plug fall to the floor. He drove into Lucas in one easy motion, burying himself deep.
There was no time to muffle his shout and if August was being truthful, he didn’t really want to. He pulled him upright, wrapping an arm around his chest, not even thrusting in and out of him but just rolling his hips, going deep the way Lucas liked.
“Touch yourself,” August rasped against his ear. “I want to feel you come.”
“Fuck me hard?” Lucas asked, wrapping his hand around his cock.
“Jesus.”
August gripped his hips and gave him what he wanted, pounding into him, praying he could hold out long enough for Lucas to find his release. But it was impossible to slow his movements. The euphoric feeling rolling through him had him chasing his own pleasure, wanting Lucas to come along but helpless to stop working himself in and out of the tight heat of his core. He was so fucking close. “Come on,umnishka. I’m barely hanging on.”
“Can I?”
August didn’t need him to clarify what he was asking. Could he drop his shields, could he ride August’s orgasm? “Fuck yes. You never have to ask.”
Lucas didn’t have to ask, but August did have to slap a hand over his mouth because once he was in that headspace, Lucas lost all sense of reason. He was moaning, cursing, all but sobbing as August used him. When he finally went over the edge, Lucas came, too, his body spasming around August’s cock, dragging out his orgasm until his brain went completely offline.
He fell back into his chair, pulling Lucas with him. They both sat there, sweating and panting, both of them looking like they’d run a marathon in the summer heat. “Well, that desk planner is ruined,” August teased.
