Page 20 of His Favorite Student
I feel it now. I’m sitting in a puddle.
“Diagrams are standardized for the average,” he says with unbridled confidence.
“And you…are not average.”
“Neither are you, gorgeous. Neither are you.”
He comes around the desk and stands before me, his erection standing out straight like a flagpole. Like a Spartan spear. From this distance, his enormity is even more striking. My tongue traces my lower lip on its own, and I realize I’m drooling.
I’m looking up. He’s looking down. My breath is uneven. His is deep and controlled.
You know what he wants you to do…
Cautiously, I reach up and wrap my fingers around him.
He makes a sound. Not quite a groan and not quite a gasp. I don’t even know how to classify it. But I like it.
“L-like this?” I ask tentatively. I genuinely don’t know. They don’t cover this sort of thing in the book.
“Tighter,” he says, closing his hand over mine, adjusting my grip. His head sinks, his forehead nearly touching mine. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
I move my hand up and down, stroking him as he guides me, testing angle and speed. The feedback from August is immediate, and knowing that I have this kind of power over him has me elated.
When I twist my wrist slightly at the tip, he sucks in a breath. And when I squeeze down at the base, he slams his palm flat on the desk to brace himself. That’s when I see a bead of moisture that has gathered at the head.
“The frenulum,” I say, tracing the underside of the ridge with my thumb, thinking of the diagram I studied. “The textbook said it was the most sensitive part—”
“Jessie.” His hand grabs the edge of his desk, his knuckles turning white. “You must stop quoting the textbook while you’re doing this, or it’s going to be oververy fast.”
Again, his words strike me, scorching me with pride. Such a big, strong, rugged man, and I can make his body jerk with a single movement of my hand.
I love this… I love it.
“Can I…use my mouth?” I ask. His chest expands as he looks down at me. “Please, teach me, Professor.”
His eyes are wrecked. Green and shadowed but also glassy with something I’m learning to recognize: lust. Something that goes far beyond the anatomical framework we’ve been working within.
“Is that question four?” he asks, the edge of his lip twisting. Wow, he already sees right through me.
I nod and smile up at him. “How’d you know?”
He exhales slowly, reaches a hand out, and threads his fingers through my hair. I know what to do without him even telling me. The same thing he did during our first session.
I drop to my knees before him.
He adds pressure to my head immediately. Not pushing, just gently guiding, pulling me closer. “Start with the head,” he says. “Lips first. Tongue after. I’m long, so don’t worry about taking it all just yet.”
Oh, I’ll take it all. I’m going to be an A+ student.
I press my lips to the tip of his cock, coating them with the moisture dripping down. Pre-cum. That’s what I think it’s called.
“Christ,” he growls, his voice lacking composure.
His hand is shaking against my scalp. This man is an accomplished surgeon who performed open-heart surgery, and his hand is shaking because ofme.
The power of that knowledge floods through me, hot and wild, taking me to a place I’ve never been before.
“Open your lips,” he grits out. “Take it in, use your tongue underneath.” I do just as I’m told. He tosses his head back and lets out a sound that I already yearn for. “Yes, Jessie. Fuck. Just like that.”
