~PRESENT~
The air in the office felt heavy, charged with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. I couldn't stop shaking, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
I didn't know where I got the boldness to say that word, but I didn't want it to end, I needed that boldness to continue.
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, fear, desire, longing, all colliding in a storm that left me dizzy.
I didn't think. I just acted.
Before I could think of anything, I dropped my bag off my back, then dropped to my knees. The cool, polished floor pressed against my shins as I fumbled with his belt, my trembling fingers struggling to undo the buckle.
My breaths came in shallow gasps, each one laced with anticipation. The metallic click of the belt unfastening echoed in the silence of the room, followed by the soft hiss of his zipper being pulled down.
And then, there it was.
His cock sprang free, thick and imposing, already half-hard and glistening with a faint sheen of pre-cum. The sight of it sent a jolt of electricity straight through me, my mouth watering as I stared at it.
He was big— so big, and the thought of taking him into my mouth was both intimidating and thrilling.
I glanced up at him, my eyes wide and pleading. Professor Kai's expression was unreadable, his dark eyes burning with something primal as he looked down at me. He didn't move, didn't speak, but the tension between us was palpable, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
I didn't wait for permission. I couldn't.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock, savoring the salty tang of him on my tongue. A low groan escaped him, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. Encouraged, I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him inside.
His hands immediately found my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me deeper.
The sensation was overwhelming. His cock filled my mouth completely, stretching my lips and sliding over my tongue with a slick, wet heat. I moaned around him, the vibrations eliciting another deep groan from him. His grip on my hair tightened, keeping me in place as he began to thrust into my mouth, slow and deliberate at first, but quickly growing more urgent.
I could feel every inch of him, the way his veined shaft rubbed against the roof of my mouth, the way the head bumped against the back of my throat. Tears welled in my eyes as I fought the urge to gag, my body trembling with a mix of pleasure and strain. My own cock strained against my pants, throbbing with need as I focused entirely on pleasing him.
"God, Ethan," he growled, his voice rough and raw with desire. "You have no idea how good you look like this."
His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, spurring me on. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as I worked my tongue along his length. The salty taste of pre-cum flooded my mouth, mingling with the musky scent of him that filled my senses. I was drowning in him, consumed by the need to make him feel as good as possible.
He let out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking forward as he thrust deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly, tears spilling down my cheeks, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I relaxed my throat, letting him fuck my face with wild abandon.
The sounds of wet slurping and his ragged breaths filled the room, each one fueling the fire burning inside me.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his grip on my hair nearly painful now. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?"
The way he said it—the raw possessiveness in his tone, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse again. His thrusts became erratic, his hips stuttering as he neared his climax.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "Don't stop."
I didn't.
I couldn't.
My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I kept going, determined to make him come. And then, with a guttural groan that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, he did.
Hot ropes of cum shot into my mouth, flooding it with his salty essence. I swallowed reflexively, taking everything he gave me as he continued to thrust through his orgasm. His grip on my hair softened slightly as the intensity of his release subsided, but he didn't let go entirely.
When he finally pulled out, a thin strand of cum connected his cock to my lips for a moment before breaking. I licked my lips instinctively, savoring the taste of him as I looked up at him through tear-filled eyes.
He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he gazed down at me with a look that made my stomach twist with want.
"You've always wanted this, don't you?" he asked, his voice still rough.
I looked up at him, my breath ragged, as I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could still taste him on my tongue, the salty tang of his release lingering in my mouth as he stood over me, his dark eyes locked onto mine.
My heart was racing, my breath shallow, and my body trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear. I didn't know what he was going to do next, but I knew I wanted it.
I Needed it.
I'm an Whore.