Page 55 of Claimed By the Undercover Cops
Lennox and I thank her for trying while Ceci offers a non-committal “yeah”.
I rub my hands down Ceci’s back and cup her ass cheeks. Indeed she’s commando. “Your fascination with not wearing panties could get you in trouble.”
“Only when I’m around you two.” She takes the planner from Lennox and puts it on the table. Resting against it with her hands behind her, she says, “How about one last lesson before I pack.”
Lennox crosses the room, standing in front of her. “You promise?”
She angles her head up and nods. “Yes, Professor Ackerman.”
Damn! We haven’t done the professor-student thing in a while. Life’s been a whirlwind. But hearing her fall back into it,makes me wish she’d called me the other thing she hasn’t said in a while. I glance at Lennox to gauge his reaction.
He eyes her suspiciously. “To clarify… we have sex right now then you’ll pack.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He was never into the roleplay as much as I was. Good enough for me. I’m flinging clothes as I ask, “What’s on the syllabus for today?”
Lennox undresses, loosely folding his clothes and setting them on the couch.
She grins. “I think we should leave it to the student's choice.”
I’m in front of her fisting my cock. “You never did tell us what grades you gave us.”
“Let’s be one of those schools that doesn’t worry about grades,” she says.
Lennox’s cock bobs as he steps in place beside me.
While I’m staring at his cock, Ceci says, “Boop” and her hands come around, her fingers tapping our erections, leaving something white.
I catch her hand. Icing. Must have been a cinnamon roll in the to-go box.
Our first encounter comes flooding back to me. I need her to call me a good boy—as fucked up as that is. I tamp the desire down. “You better be a good girl and lick up your mess.”
Cautious of her big belly, she drops to her knees. Wrapping her delicate hands around our shafts, she looks up at me then Lennox then our cocks. She brings our tips together and drags her tongue through the icing, licking and slurping while she holds us close.
A growl comes from Lennox.
I agree. There’s only one thing better than having Ceci’s attention—it’s making sure she comes first.
Lennox is about to stop her but I motion for him to wait. “She hasn’t finished cleaning up her mess.”
It should come as no surprise that my comment caused her to slow down, lapping at the underside of our cocks, taking some heaven-sent time on our balls, and doing anything but getting the last of the icing off our tips.
I should be enjoying it but all I can think of is “good boy” coming from her lips. She has no idea how much power that term holds. I would do anything for her.
Lennox makes a garbled sound. My head whips his direction. Looks like he’s straining to avoid coming on her face.
“Hold that thought.” I grab Ceci’s wrists, and force her to let go of our cocks. “Grab that throw blanket, Professor Ackerman.”
He complies and puts it on the floor in front of Ceci where I’m pointing.
“You’re stalling on finishing your lesson, Firecracker. Get on all fours.”
“I promise I can get it done.” She bats her eyelashes.
“Too late. We’re moving on to a pop quiz.”
“What? I didn’t get a chance to study.”
