Hot as Puck(43)

“You weren’t hurting me.” She takes over, tugging on my cock as I cup her breast, squeezing it in my hand as she jerks me with the perfect speed, the perfect pressure.

“But I could have. Let’s save deep throating for lesson eight or nine. It’s advanced subject matter.” I groan as she tightens her grip. “God, yes, like that. Oh fuck, Libby, that’s perfect. You’re making me crazy.”

I thrust in her hand as she kisses me hard and deep, her breath coming faster as I catch her nipple between my thumb and palm and squeeze. “I can’t wait to feel you go,” she says, moaning as I transfer my attention to her other breast. “I want yours as much as I wanted mine. I can’t wait to feel you lose control.”

“Yes, baby,” I groan, slamming into her hand, so close my thighs are starting to shake. “Keep talking to me, Libby. Keep talking while you jerk my cock. Tell me what you want me to do to you, all the ways you want me to touch you.”

“I want you to suck my nipples,” she says, breath rushing over my lips. “I want your teeth on my breasts and my neck.”

“Yes, God, yes.” My eyes squeeze shut, pressure building to the breaking point.

“I love feeling your teeth on my skin.” Libby’s hand moves faster, and my fingers squeeze her breast tight. “And then I want your fingers inside me. Nothing has ever felt as good as your fingers and your tongue inside me, Justin. I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again, I can’t—”

Her words are drowned out by the strangled, blissed-out, choking, moaning coming sounds I make as I explode in her hand, come shooting out of me with such force that some of it ends up on Libby’s chest. I glance down, my orgasm still rocking through me as I watch my release roll down her right tit onto the soft curve of her belly, deciding right then that I’ve never seen anything sexier than Libby naked with my come on her breasts.

My orgasm lays waste to me, leaving me so spent that I barely have the energy to pull Libby on top of me before I collapse back onto the couch.

“I’m messy.” She tenses as our chests touch, transferring some of my stickiness from her skin to mine.

“I love it,” I breathe, kissing her until she relaxes against me. “I want to lie here sticky and sweaty with you for a few minutes, if that’s all right.”

“It’s completely all right.” She props up on one arm, gazing down at me with a smile curving her lips. “So I guess that was all right, too?”

“So much better than all right.” I sigh as I hug her closer.

She taps a nail on my bare shoulder. “You promise? It was really good? You’re not blowing smoke up my butt?”

“No, I’m squeezing your butt.” I drop a hand to her bottom, gripping her right cheek tight. “You have a phenomenal ass, by the way. Almost as nice as your breasts.”

“Thank you.” She nibbles her bottom lip before adding in a softer voice. “That was only my second time doing that. But I watched some videos last night, so I was hoping it would be okay.”

“Firstly—again, it was far, far better than okay. Secondly—what kind of videos?” I wiggle my brows suggestively. “You mean porn?”

Her blush spreads from her cheeks down the pale column of her throat. “Instructional videos.”

“By which you mean porn.”

She rolls her eyes with a huff. “Fine. Yes. Porn, but it was good porn. There was a story line.”

“Because that’s why we all watch porn. For the story line.” I grin, patting her bottom. “I’ve always enjoyed teasing you, but it’s even more fun when I can watch you blush all the way down to your chest.”

“Stop it,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re the worst. And just so you know, even the porn actor I saw barely had more than seven inches.”

“I think your nipples are blushing.”

“Shut it, Cruise!” Her nose wrinkles until her face is screwed into a cranky expression that is almost unbearably cute.

“I would check the heat level of your nipples with my mouth if your breasts weren’t covered in come.”

She pokes me in the shoulder, harder this time. “And whose fault is that?”

“Mine, all mine,” I say, grinning. “And yours, for sucking and jerking me off like a fucking porn star.”

She lifts her chin, staring down her nose at me. “Fine. If you’re going to tease me, then the next time I won’t do my homework, and I’ll probably end up tripping my gag reflex or something sexy like that.”

“No, you’ll do your homework,” I say in a stern voice. “As an educator, I refuse to tolerate shoddy study habits in this classroom.”