Page 80 of Strictly Against Policy

Jonathan pulled away, blowing hot air over my erect nipple. I arched into his mouth as a devious smirk danced on his lips. “Tell me how you’ve been such a good and slutty teacher’s pet. Tell me why I’m rewarding you. What did you do for me, Miss Lee?”

His mouth latched onto my other nipple, making me whine. I carded my hand through his thick, silky black hair and tugged it. “I sucked your fucking dick,” I breathed out as he pulled my nipple deeper into his mouth. “I sucked your big, fat, hard cock, and I want you to fuck me. I deserve it, Professor Lo. I’m the perfect little slut you’ve taught me to be.”

He laughed with my nipple still entangled in his tongue.

“Good girl,” he crooned. His voice dipped into a raspy, guttural tone that made my hips buck. Those sharp, murky eyes of his darted down as his smirk turned wolfish and wide. “My perfect valedictorian.”

I had barely opened my mouth to let out another whine when his hands flew to my lounge shorts and yanked it off along with my panties. With that, he wrapped my thighs around his head and made me his slut. It didn’t take long for me to climax for him.

He drank me in long, desperate gulps. “Lina,” he said softly into my core. His voice muffled by my sex. “My Lina.”

His mouth continued going until another climax built up and ripped me apart. I let out a gasp, keeping my gaze on him as he chanted, “Yes, yes. Darling, fuck, yes.”

“Jonathan,” I muttered, undulating my sex into his mouth until I withered completely into another release and whimpered.

His hands pulled away from my breasts and loosened the hold my thighs had on him. When he stood up, his lips and chin were glistening with my slick arousal. He grabbed my jaw in a firm yet gentle hold.

I wrapped my arms around him and yanked him into a kiss. Although there were only remnants of his taste in my mouth now, the salty and sweet flavor still combined with the fresh taste of my release on his tongue. We kissed and kissed until neither of us could breathe.

Jonathan pulled away from me as we gasped for air. He pressed his forehead against mine. I gently rubbed circles across the back of his neck and shoulders, allowing our breaths and heartbeats to slow. We watched one another through slow blinks.

After some time, Jonathan spoke up. “We had a dinner reservation at six, but I doubt you’d want to be anywhere besides here right now.”

I looked outside. The sun had already made its way past the horizon.

I nodded, slowly.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips, his hands gentle against my waist. “Why don’t you take a long, relaxing bath while I make dinner?”

I laughed. “Maybe we can use my bath water to put out the fire when you burn down my kitchen again.”

Jonathan scoffed, grinning. “You don’t need to worry. I only burned the eggs this morning because I was nervous.”

My brows creased together. “Nervous about what?”

The grin on his lips faltered. “About cooking for you,” he muttered, sounding meek.

I laughed again. He pursed his lips into a half-pout-half-frown. I cupped his face with both my hands. I started teasing and cooing at him, pinching his cheeks like he was a child.

“Aw, you’re so cute. Who’d ever thought Jonathan Lo would be this adorable?”

He batted my hand gently away. “I’m not cute!”

I kissed him on the cheek. “I’d like to digress, baby boy. Your parents didn’t name you Ab Tub for no reason.”

Jonathan huffed before kissing my nose, then my cheek and lips. He was soft and tender. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

I tried to suppress the smile on my face from growing wider. “I’m not cute either.”

He shook his head and pulled me into an embrace, littering my face with kisses. “You’re the fucking cutest and the prettiest and the most beautiful and gorgeous and⁠—”

A light giggle bubbled out of me. “I get it!”

He kissed my shoulder gently before burying his face into my neck. Our breaths began to sync together as we eased into each other. I smiled at Jonathan’s light hum.

“Promise me you won’t burn my place down?” I asked, my lips grazing his temple.

A soft, melodic laugh spilled out of him. “Promise. I also promise to build you your new coffee table as soon as I can.”