Page 32 of Make Me Learn
A charged silence enveloped the room as our eyes locked, the intensity between us escalating with each passing second. The atmosphere seemed to shift, as if the outside world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us tangled in a moment of undeniable attraction.
His gaze roamed over my figure, devouring every detail, while a whirlwind of emotions danced across his face. I could see the internal struggle raging within him, torn between his professional obligations and the undeniable connection that simmered between us. I knew that if Grey was already aware of what went down on Friday, then Cae would be too. He would know we were willing to take the risk and be together.
He glanced beyond me, fixating on the closed door before turning his attention back to me. "You went there, even though you didn't expect any of us to be there," he said, his voice tinged with hurt. His words pierced through me, causing a pang in my chest. It was clear that we needed to have a conversation before diving deeper into this.
Letting out a soft sigh, I spoke with sincerity, "I had to follow my own path, make choices that felt right for me." The weight of my decision hung heavily in the air between us, and I hoped he could grasp the complexity of my emotions.
His eyes lowered and fixed on the painting in his hands as he spoke, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Would you have gone to a room with someone else if Xav and Ash hadn't been there?"
Seizing the opportunity presented by his momentary distraction, I closed the distance between us, taking another step forward. "No," I replied, my voice steady. "Even when someone else approached me, I didn't feel that same connection. Throughout my time there, all I could think about was how much I missed my gods. How desperately I longed for the presence of my sweet Apollo."
His eyes met mine once more, widening as he absorbed my words. In that moment, our shared understanding and connection pulsed through the room, charging the air with an electric energy.
Emotions flickered across his face as he pondered my response. The hurt in his eyes seemed to soften, replaced by a mixture of understanding and vulnerability. "Star," he whispered, his voice brimming with newfound tenderness.
I gently took the painting from his hands and placed it on the nearby desk, feeling a rush of excitement. Closing the remaining distance between us, I saw his eyes flick to the door, reminding us of the bustling campus just beyond.
Swiftly surveying the room, I made a spontaneous choice, pressing my hands firmly against his slender chest and guiding him backward through the maze of scattered artwork. I could feel the outline of the corset he was wearing under his jacket, and it only fueled my desire. Together, we maneuvered to a hidden corner of the classroom, where the paintings acted as a protective barrier, creating our own little sanctuary.
As his back met the wall, I continued my advance, closing the gap until our bodies were tightly pressed together. A low groan escaped his lips, and his hands instinctively found their place at my waist, pulling me closer.
"Star," he groaned, his voice dripping with desire and conflict. "Another professor will be using this room soon."
I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "Then I'll just have to be quick, won't I?"
He grimaced, torn within himself. "We can't do this. I can't."
Leaning in closer, our faces mere inches apart, I whispered, knowing exactly what was on his mind, "Grey knows I'm here," my breath mingling with his, creating an electrifying charge in the air.
His head jerked back, his eyes widening once again, surprise and realization washing over his features.
"And?" he choked out.
Chuckling, a wicked gleam in my eyes, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, swiftly opening his pants and freeing his hard cock. Wrapping my hand around him, I looked up at him, a teasing smirk on my lips. "You have his permission to cum. Now shut the fuck up and choke me with your cock like a good boy."
With that, I leaned forward, licking him from base to tip, before sliding my mouth over him, taking him deeper until he brushed the back of my throat.
He groaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, showing his struggle. My sweet submissive Apollo didn't realize he could touch me.
Moving my mouth slowly up and down his cock, I pushed him further down my throat each time, taking his entire length. I swallowed around him, intensifying the pleasure.
"Holy fuck," he gasped, looking down at me with wide, lust-filled eyes.
I pulled my mouth back off his cock, swirling my tongue around him, teasing him like my favorite lollipop, until my tongue slowly licked along his slit. "Put your hands in my hair, Cae," I panted, my breath against the head of his cock making it twitch.
He tentatively moved his hands to my hair, threading his fingers through the loose strands as I once again closed my mouth around him, moving down his length before retreating again.
I slid my mouth back down until he hit the back of my throat, then I hummed against him, sending shivers down his spine. His grip tightened in my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as his control slipped away. I continued my mouth's motion, taking him deeper each time, my throat accommodating his size.
Desperate sounds escaped his lips, a mix of moans and breathless curses. His body tensed, and I could feel him reaching the edge. I increased the pace, swirling my tongue around him, teasing and pleasuring him simultaneously.
His hips involuntarily thrust forward, seeking more of my mouth. I tightened my grip, keeping him on the brink without tipping over just yet. I wanted to savor every moment, revel in his pleasure and power.
Glancing up at him, our eyes burning with desire, I saw a potent blend of longing and vulnerability. It ignited a fire within me, and I wanted to fulfill his deepest desires, to give him everything he craved.
As I continued to pleasure him with my mouth, his breathing became ragged, his body trembling. He was on the edge, and I could sense it. With one final plunge, I took him all the way, my throat clenching around him.
The sensation pushed him over the edge. He arched his back, releasing a primal groan of pleasure as he found his release, his cum filling my mouth. I continued to suck and swallow gently, prolonging his ecstasy, until he finally relaxed against the wall, his breathing returning to normal.
