Page 6 of Beneath the Beauty (Beauty 2)
She squeezed gently, making his hips jerk. She smiled, pleased with her power. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”
Ah, hell. So beautiful. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sight, but he couldn’t last for long that way, feeling the brush of her breath against his exposed cock.
“Erin.”
“Yes, Professor?”
He narrowed his eyes, feeling on the verge of some discovery, on the edge of the cliff and he would jump just to be with her.
“You like this.” Surprise filled his voice. Surprise and wonder.
A small smile curved her lips, though she didn’t answer.
“The idea that someone might walk in on us. It turns you on. It excites you.”
Her cheeks darkened with a blush. She kept her eyes trained on his cock as her hands took up a steady stroke. He wouldn’t be distracted.
“Stand up then,” he rasped. “Let me take care of you.”
She shook her head, slow and coy. God, she turned him on. She only had to look at him, to smile, and he was revved up, ready to burst. But when she was like this, seductive, empowered, he wanted to fall at her feet.
But that wasn’t what she wanted.
“And maybe the power, too,” he mused. “You like me being in control. The role-play.”
“Well, you are a professor.”
“And you’re a student. A naughty one.”
She laughed. “Am I?”
Oh yes. For her, he would play any game, pay any price, and this was no hardship at all.
He knelt in front of her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead gently. “That’s right. Coming into a professor’s office and taking out his cock. Do you do that for all your teachers?”
She blushed fiercely, eyes downcast. “No, sir.”
“Only me, then? This is your first time holding a professor’s cock in your hand?”
“Oh God,” she moaned. Then she righted herself. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, when she called him sir, it made him lose his mind. “Do you think that was a wise move? I must say, you don’t seem to know what to do with it next.”
She startled at his words, jerking her hand on him. Too much, too fast—he’d blow before the game had finished.
“No, that won’t do at all.” He tsked. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you to do this as well. I hope you can be a better student now than you are in class.”
“Oh, I will.” Her eyes danced with arousal and latent humor. Comfortable with each other, she and Blake kept to their roles, the pleasure well worth the charade, but beneath that they communicated with a sly glance and familiar caress.
“You’ll be a good girl for me,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she begged, and he was lost, her willing slave in the form of a harsh taskmaster, wanting to please her in any way, any form, and illicit role-play was on order.
Slowly he stood up, running the pad of his thumb along her plush lower lip. “Then let’s put this mouth to better use.”
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A glistening drop of precum formed on the tip of his cock, giving lie to the sternness he presented. She wasn’t complaining, though. He filled out his role so well, both the lovely embarrassing words and the heft in her hand. Her mouth watered to taste him, but the tease was too fun to give up early.
