Page 11 of Professor Platonic

He was every fantasy I’d ever jacked off to. Big, broad, masculine. In charge.

When he pulled off his pants, the bulge in his boxer briefs revealed more than I expected and everything I’d ever fantasized about. My ass clenched in anticipation.

“Fucking hell,” I said without realizing I’d spoken out loud.

River’s lips widened in a grin. “Yeah? Like what you see?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “I’m going to kill my cousin for suggesting a platonic sleepover. This is so much fucking better.”

The sound of his deep laughter filled the room and made the last remnants of my nerves fall away. River Henry was here, he was willing, and he wanted me. Badly.

It was all I needed.

I reached down to stroke myself. “You’re taking too long.”

His eyes darkened. “What do you want, Jack?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted breathlessly. “And I want to feel your hands and mouth all over me.”

He stalked toward me, his eyes so intense I felt dizzy from being their target. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about being inside you,” he said in a low growl.

My breath came faster. “Please.”

Instead of joining me at the top of the bed, where I was sprawled in a puddle on the pillows, he started at the bottom. And licked his way up the inside of one of my legs.

The sound of my desperate panting filled the room. “Please,” I said again. There was no other feeling left. Want. Desperate hope. “Please,” I whimpered again.

He nosed my balls before licking my shaft again. When his hands grasped the back of my knees and bent them up, I clenched again.

And then his tongue landed on my hole.

My vision whited out. His mouth was aggressive and possessive. His tongue, lips, and teeth—and that fuckingbeard—owned my ass while I lay there babbling nonsense and clutching the sheets in my fists.

“F-fucking f-fuck me,” I begged at one point, and his face reappeared in my vision. His hair was wildly messy, and his lips were red and wet.

“I want you so much I’m afraid I’m going to come before getting inside you,” he admitted. “Condom?”

“Hm? Hm? Whuh?” It took me a minute to understand what he was asking. I shook my head frantically. “On PrEP. You?”

He nodded. “Same. You good bare? You sure?”

I nodded too and felt my heart thunder even harder. Professor River Henry was going to bareback me. I was going to feel his bare cock inside me. It wasn’t something I’d done with anyone else, despite being on PrEP. Lowell had been a stickler for tidiness and hygiene, and I’d never fully trusted hookups enough to try it.

But I trusted River. And I wanted this too badly to stop.

“Lube,” I gasped. “I have some in my backpack.”

Before I finished saying the words, River was across the room, rifling through my bag.

“Toiletry kit,” I said, reaching down to stroke my aching cock. “I was worried I might get too turned on and have to rub one out in private,” I added with a breathy laugh.

River came back over with a knowing smirk. “And did you? Did you get so turned on by your platonic stranger you couldn’t keep from getting hard around him?”

His thick dick bobbed heavily in front of him, and I couldn’t look away.

“I’m not the only one.”

“No. You’re definitely not.” He crawled on the bed again and kissed the tip of my dick before moving up to kiss the center of my chest and then my mouth. His heavy weight pressed me into the mattress and gave me a taste of what it would feel like to be held down by his larger, stronger body.

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