“Because you know how much I enjoy making you come quickly…and because it doesn’t keep me from being able to make you come more.”
His arms folded around me as he backed me up against the tiled wall, our bodies fitting together as perfectly as always, his cock sliding against my pelvis as mine slid against his smooth, wet pubes. He kissed away from my mouth, to my neck.
“Is now a bad time to criticize your essay exam questions?”
James laughed near my ear before biting at the lobe. “You little shit.”
I did my best not to make too many jokes about our situation, but they made the difficult parts more bearable.
He sucked and nipped at my ear before kissing his way down my body.
I was learning his favorite path—traveling between my pecs, to my navel, where he’d offer a quick lick before returning up along my right side, his lips back on mine as though the trip away had been too long. It made me think of my own paths as I navigated my way around his body, working to explore and determine my tongue’s favorite routes.
I slid my hand between his stomach and cock as he stroked against my belly. “Come on,” I told him between kisses. He pushed up close, as though against his will, driven by sheer need to get to the end. I could tell he was getting close, so I reached around and tucked my fingers between his cheeks, massaging his hole, and it was like a trigger as I felt the warm rush against me.
We gasped together as he continued shooting across me.
We licked and panted. Some of the movements we made didn’t make any sense to my logical mind and left me wondering what he must’ve thought, but it was a judgment I let go with all the rest as we let ourselves submit to the instincts that had us tugging and pulling at one another, close never seeming close enough.
I liked to think it was becoming habit how quickly we wound up in the bedroom with me having little memory of when I’d dried off or had done anything other than rolled around with him.
He bit at my jaw, teasing me before doing it once again. He started to kiss, then stopped, before lunging forward…and stopping.
“You’re cruel,” I told him, and he laughed, his eyes lighting up.
Had I ever been as happy as I was in that moment?
Had James?
Even with reality nagging at our consciences, it was a small price to pay for the kiss that came next to grant me what he’d left me hungering for.
Torture, pure, delicious, spectacular torture in Mr. Warner’s bed.
When I came the next time, I didn’t make James pull away. His face traveled right to my balls, which he licked in a frenzy as I shot across my abs again. I was surprised by how much I came, considering it was such a short time since I’d blown my first load.
He started to lick it before I said, “No, no. Come on me.”
He got on his knees, obeying my command, knowing I wanted him to shoot over my load. His hips jerked as he finished up, and I wiped my hand across it, moving it in a circular motion, wanting it all over me, both of us, pooled together. James rested his hand on my belly, helping me massage it over my skin.
We managed to get it all across my torso.
He glanced me over before leaning down and licking at the edge of my abs, between my navel and hip. I relaxed into the feeling as he traced the ridges of my abdomen. I put my hands out to my sides, wanting him to enjoy it in whatever way pleased him most.
He licked and sucked his way around me, taking his time, and I closed my eyes, reveling in his tongue’s exploration of my flesh. It became clear as he retraced the path he’d taken up to my chest that he was going back over every centimeter to make sure to get it all.
My face heated up as he reached my navel, his tongue swirling around it, then within the rim, like he was trying to clean me off. He kissed it and then continued on his path.
The experience was a reminder that we could finally take our time with each other’s bodies. We didn’t have to race through each moment like it would get away from us if we didn’t.