Indecent (3 page)

“I wasn’t trying to gain anything. I just, I dunno, wanted to watch you get all flustered and worked up. It wasn’t to like...scare you or anything,” he explained, seeming genuinely remorseful that his notes had caused me distress. “Wait...you said it worked
at first
? What does that mean?”

I released a breath before leaning back into my chair, my hands steepled in front of my chest. If Kaleb happened to glance toward the zippered front of my tweed trousers, my erection would be too obvious to ignore.

“After a while, I began looking forward to them...enjoying them even though they frustrated me beyond belief. I started fantasizing about the person who sent them, wondering if he was fantasizing about me, wishing that he was the one I wanted.”

Kaleb’s eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock. I couldn’t help but imagine sliding my cock between those soft-looking lips. “Now that that’s all cleared up, what am I going to do with you?” Kaleb looked like he was about to cry until suddenly his gaze flickered down. The second his eyes bugged out comically, I knew he’d spotted the erection tenting my trouser. He stared at my lap for a moment before looking back up at me. One side of his mouth turned up in smug satisfaction.

“Should I report this to the Dean of Students? I don’t imagine she’d appreciate reading those nasty little notes,” I growled, making no effort to hide my tented pants from his wandering gaze.

His eyes met mine, silently telling me he’d play my game.

“Please don’t, sir! Any kind of disciplinary action would cause me to lose my scholarship!” he cried convincingly, leaning forward against my desk. His eyes begged. Kaleb bit his bottom lip, looking enticingly nervous. I could watch him do that all day, and I would have had he not said the words I’d been waiting all day to hear. “I’ll do anything
—”

“Anything?” I interrupted smugly. “That last note was a tall order. I believe you mentioned something about me bending you over my desk so I can pound into your ass till your legs give out.”
Oh yeah, he liked that.
“And what else did you say? Something about letting me spank you? I was especially intrigued by the part where you admitted your desire to suck my cock before I fucked you any way I pleased.” My stern, accusing words came out in a growl. Kaleb was sitting up straighter now, his sooty lashes fanned against his high cheekbones, hiding the tell-tale lust in his dark green eyes. “As you said...anything I want.”

“Y—yes,” he stammered before nodding and nervously biting his full, bottom lip.

“Even if I
want
to fuck
you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of this office?”

“Oh God,” he groaned, his expression glazing over with pure, unbridled desire. “
Yes
.”

“Get your naughty ass over here and show me then,” I grunted, unable to contain my own desires.

This is it.

Once he has my dick between his lips, there’s no turning back.

Who am I kidding?

There’s no fucking way I’m going to stop now.

Kaleb stood quickly, eagerly responding to my stern command. As soon as he was in front of me, I knew exactly what I wanted him to do first.

“On your knees, Mr. Davis,” I ordered, rubbing my hand against the bulge in my slacks so there was no question about what I was asking of him.

With trembling fingers, he reached for my belt, fumbling as he pulled the leather strap from the buckle.

Fuck
.
He’s really going to do it.

I couldn’t wait to see his full red lips wrapped around the head of my dick, sucking me like a fucking lollipop. The thought caused my hips to shift impatiently as he worked to undo the button on my slacks.

My cock was throbbing. and it was all I could do not to jizz in my pants like a goddamn virgin.

Seconds later, Kaleb’s hands were sliding beneath the waistband of my boxers, wrapping around the thick shaft, making me groan at the sensations created by his smooth masculine hand, an extreme contrast to my own rough grip. As good as it felt to have a man’s hands on me, I needed more, something hot and wet to shove my cock into before my balls exploded.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, looking up at me, his words unsure. I didn’t know if it was shyness or a lack of experience that caused him to seem so nervous, but for some reason his concerned reluctance was turning me on even more. I was so fucking sick.

“Yeah. Pull my dick out. Show me how you imagine sucking me when you’re in bed at night playing with your cock.” He gasped again but nodded, still seemingly nervous, though a small smile played on his lips.

With obvious excitement, Kaleb’s grip tightened like a vise, making my abdominals ripple in an effort to keep from pumping my seed all over his hand. I was going to have to calm myself down, because if I was already having this much trouble holding my load, there was no way I was going to be able to hold back when he took me in his mouth.

“Oh God, Professor Cameron. You’re so big,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous mixture of fear and genuine awe.

Holy shit.

This guy was like a goddamn wet dream.
Jesus
. Could my ego be stroked any harder? My dick twitched in his hand, wanting to be stroked as well.

“You’ve never had a dick this big?” I asked knowingly. Even if he had, I had a feeling those young, inexperienced college boys he probably fooled around with had no idea how to fuck a guy’s ass properly.

He blushed and looked away, shaking his head.
That’s what I thought.

“Well, then. You’re in for a treat.” With unwavering hands, I slid my palm around, cupping his jaw and urging his face closer to where I wanted it. Kaleb licked his lips in anticipation. “Come on, baby. Show Professor Cameron how good you can be.”

Without further hesitation, his soft pink tongue tenuously slipped from between his lips, lapping at the tip of my dick. The heat of his wet mouth suddenly enveloped me as he attempted to force the entire length of my fucking cock into his mouth.
Holy shit. That’s it...oh fuck.

Kaleb closed his eyes and groaned this sexy little sound that caused my balls to tighten, making it pretty fucking apparent that my severely neglected cock wasn’t used to such special treatment, my stamina wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

He continued the sweet torture, using his lips and tongue to expertly suck me into oblivion. It made me wonder if the whole shy persona was just an act he was using to tease the fuck out of me, or if he just needed a little nudge to come out of his shell. My dick appreciated it either way

“Jesus, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.” The urge to shoot my seed deep in his throat became more prevalent with each passing second and lap of his soft, wet tongue. Needing to take control of the situation, I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, gripping the back of his head so I could guide his movements. “Oh, fuck...yes!”

With my hands controlling the depth and speed, I felt powerful, irresistible, insatiable. Kaleb was so perfect and young, the most delicious mix of sin and innocence. I loved his fuckable mouth and the pleasure he gave, the way he moaned and began gently palming and massaging my balls in one hand as he stroked my cock hard and fast with the other.

It wasn’t until he hummed around my dick that I really lost it, balls tightening as my cock began to twitch and jerk inside his mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned loudly, spilling a load of hot, white cum onto his eager tongue, biting back the urge to shout in response to the primal reaction exploding inside me. Kaleb sputtered and choked as I continued, forcing my cock down his constricting throat until every drop of my seed had been swallowed. I’d never felt such pleasure.

“Oh God, you were so good,” I complimented, relieving his mouth of my big dick, feeling certain that his jaw was probably sore from having it worked so thoroughly. He looked at me, dazed, recovering from the aftereffects of a good, hard mouth-fucking.

“Do you want to keep going?” I knew good and well that, like me, Mr. Davis was far too horny to stop now. Wordlessly, he leaned forward, sliding his fingers beneath the ribbed edge of my argyle sweater. He smiled a small smile before pulling the sweater up, revealing my thin cotton undershirt.
I do believe Mr. Davis wants me to disrobe.

Unopposed to his attention, I allowed him to slip the sweater from my body, first removing my glasses before I raised my arms in the air to make things easier. Next to go was my undershirt and tie. I began to pull at the plaid tie when Kaleb reached up and stopped me.

“May I?” he asked. My hands dropped, welcoming his attention.

Kaleb gave me a mischievous grin before climbing on top and straddling me. His hands gripped my biceps as he settled himself, pressing his warm chest against mine. God it felt good to have him this close. He smelled fantastic too, a mixture of light cologne, fresh laundry, and boy. The position might have been infinitely more interesting had my poor deflated cock not been resting quietly against my thigh. He glanced at my neck briefly as if contemplating how to proceed.

“Are you planning to tear my bowtie off with your teeth?” I asked him, laughing a little. Itching to touch him, I slid my hands around his slim hips, pulling him toward me.

“I hadn’t planned on it, but now that you mention it, I think I will.” Kaleb grinned as he grabbed one end of the tie, testing it out, drawing me even closer—so close—I could almost feel his heart pounding in his chest. Those dark green eyes fluttered shut as his fingers slid into the hair that curled around the nape of my neck. I groaned as he brushed his warm lips against my neck before placing an opened-mouthed kiss against that sensitive spot behind my ear. My eyes rolled back as my cock began to stir again.

His firm grip anchored him to me, keeping our bodies pressed together. There wasn’t an inch of space between us until he pulled back slightly, snagging a corner of the plaid bowtie with his straight white teeth. Our eyes locked, and Kaleb gave me a predatory grin as he pulled back, the movement causing the tie to come undone. Even as he unceremoniously tossed the tie on the floor, he never looked away. I was close to coming undone myself. Watching him undress me was unbelievably erotic.

“You’re so hot, Professor Cameron. You’re all I think about lately,” he whispered. Kaleb’s confession both excited and concerned me, but with him grinding in my lap the way he was, it was hard to think about the latter.

“Understand this—I don’t make a habit out of fucking my students, Mr. Davis.” I honestly wasn’t sure what I thought that statement would accomplish, other than letting Kaleb know that this encounter wasn’t something I did often, that what was happening between us was because he was different, special. “It’s just not something I do.”

“Despite what you may think, I don’t go around fucking my professors either.” His tone was smug. “Just you.”

I nearly opened my mouth to tell him that this was it. This thing between us wouldn’t be happening again, that this was the first and last time we could be together, so we needed to enjoy it while it lasted, but even as I thought the words, I knew somehow they were wrong—that just the tiniest taste already had me addicted...
so fucking addicted.

Kaleb then worked quickly, slipping open the buttons on my undershirt as fast as he could. Once he had me bare from the waist up, he began reaching for the waistband of my slacks.

“Your turn,” I told him, pulling his hands away. I’d been waiting long enough to have a long, hard look at his perfectly sculpted teenage body—I needed his shirt off—now.

Kaleb looked nervous again but didn’t hesitate to stand and slip out of his green button-up, giving me a glimpse of his naked chest. My mouth watered as I let my gaze wash over him, drinking in the sight of his defined abs and that perfect, v-shaped muscle which was only further enhanced by the thin line of dark hair that teasingly slipped beneath the band of his well-worn jeans.

So fucking beautiful.

“Lose the jeans,” I rasped, barely able to believe that this perfect creature was standing in front of me, baring himself. I loved giving him directions, telling him what I needed. He was so willing, so happy to give of himself for my personal pleasure. It didn’t take Kaleb long to slip out of his jeans, leaving his nubile, young body on display. I had to stop my tongue from wagging at the sight of him. With a little more teasing, I’d be throbbing and ready to fuck in no time.

“You’re perfect, Mr. Davis,” I told him, standing from my chair for the first time since he’d entered my office. My dick was getting harder by the second. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was desperate to get inside him. “Now the boxers,” I reminded him when he stood there staring at me a few seconds too long. He’d been standing there with his bottom lip tucked firmly between his teeth, watching my dick wake up. All this stripping and touching was bringing it back to life.

Slowly, his fingers slid beneath the waistband and he began the tortuous journey of pulling them down his legs. I groaned, palming my now stiff dick as I got the first glimpse of his perfectly sculpted body.

His rigid cock jutted slightly to left, standing proudly at attention. Kaleb watched me watching him, wanting him, needing nothing more than to put my hands on him, to be able to taste every inch of his smooth, tan skin.

“On the desk,” I rasped. “I need a better look.” Kaleb complied quickly, lifting himself up until his bare ass was perched on the edge of my tall, oak desk. His cock bobbed a little as he settled in place. The sight of his darkened tip glistening with pre-cum got me hard as rock, harder than I’d ever been before. So, of course, I couldn’t resist the urge to reward myself with a taste, not when it was being offered so freely.

Keeping our eyes locked, I slid my hands up his thighs, moving closer and closer to my intended destination. My teasing was causing poor Mr. Davis to squirm and writhe, but he never once showed any signs of frustration with the torturous pace I maintained.