Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology (12 page)

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.

Kaleb gasped when I wrapped my fist around his thick cock, giving him a few firm tugs of relief before I leaned toward him, flattening my broad tongue against the base before licking slowly toward the tip. He cried out as my mouth enveloped him, hips shifting as he tried to restrain himself.

“Oh...oh God. Fuck, Professor Cameron. I’m gonna—” he cried, so I took him as deep as I could, and within a few seconds his cock began to twitch in my mouth, signalling his imminent release.

He flooded my mouth with spurts of hot, salty cum, making me ache for relief of my own. I needed to fuck him now. More than anything.

Kaleb blushed a little as I stood up straight, wiping the excess saliva from my lips. The cocky attitude was gone, replaced by something infinitely sexier. Vulnerability.

“Do you still want me to fuck you, my sweet boy?” I asked him, lightly stroking his cheek. He blushed again and nodded, giving me a shy smile. My pulse surged with anticipation at the thought of sliding my cock into his tight teenage ass. Needing to prep a bit, I wet two fingers with saliva and used my fingers to reward us both, sliding slowly inside his entrance, curling and rubbing, eliciting a responsive moan from his parted lips.

Dear God... the heat.
He was so fucking tight too. “Wait, though,” he panted, arching into my hand. “Do you think it’s gonna fit?” His eyes were fixed on my throbbing erection. The serious look on his face was rather endearing. “That thing might be a few sizes too big.”

I slid in a third finger, and began scissoring and stretching. He groaned when I reached his prostate. “Don’t worry, sweet boy. I’m gonna make you feel
so
good.” Kaleb moaned in response to my ministrations, his eyes rolling back as he gave in to the pleasure of having my fingers inside his tight little hole, working his body the way only a man with years of experience could.

His hips edged closer and closer to the end of the desk as he rocked back and forth, attempting to meet each thrust of my hand with one of his own. He was getting close again.

Just when he was on the verge of coming all over my hand, I pulled away, leaving him empty and wanting. Desperate for more—for my dick.

Now is when the real fun begins.

“God, I want you. You know that? You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Please,” he whispered. eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard you’ll feel it for a week.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist. Though he looked even more nervous and confused, there was a glint of something behind that anxious facade—a look of dark desire. I still wasn’t sure if Kaleb’s almost innocent behavior was just some kind of act he was using to entice the hell out of dirty old perverts such as myself, but fuck if I didn’t love it all the same.

Kaleb leaned back a little, his body slightly lax, allowing me to position him just as I desired, legs up on the edge of the desk, knees slightly bent.

God damn, he was a gorgeous sight.

By the time I had him the way I wanted, my dick was hard and aching, my tip leaking with precum and desire. My slacks were pushed down to my ankles. I was practically naked, so ready to fuck him that I couldn’t hold off another minute.

I spit in my palm and began stroking myself, brushing my thumb over the sensitive head, getting it nice and wet. As my eyes fixed on Kaleb, I watched enraptured as the tip of my cock pressed against his tight hole.

“Oh God, Professor Cameron. Please!” he cried out—his eyes wide—begging again. Unable to hold back any longer, I positioned myself at his entrance, meeting his eyes briefly before we both looked down to watch me push the plump tip of my cock into his ass. The flared tip entered him, disappearing into his perfect heat. Being inside him was like seeing God. With a cry of desperation, I slid to the hilt, unable to stop myself from wrapping my arm around his waist, holding him to me as I pumped slowly, acclimating us both to the feeling of having my big cock so snugly inside his ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” I murmured, rolling my hips, pushing into him. Harder. Faster. “I’m gonna fuck you so fucking good.” Kaleb cried out as I slammed into him, feeling the head of my dick hit his prostate. I pounded his ass hard a few times, needing to know if this was what he truly wanted before I
really
let go.

The expression of pure bliss on his face only solidified my decision to give in to my desires, to take what he was offering, to fuck him so good he wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days. “God, I fucking love your tight little ass. It feels so goddamn hot.” At my words, his body arched forward, mouth falling open in silent scream. He tensed, clenching his ass muscles, gripping my stiff dick. Jesus. He was fucking perfect.The feeling of him gripping me so hard was nearly unbearable.

That’s it, sweet boy.

Kaleb whimpered, his body quivering with pleasure as I continued my relentless thrusts. He began to relax in my arms as I slowed down my pace. Briefly, he opened his eyes, his dark gaze staring up at me, wanting me, loving the way I made him feel. The sight of him, looking so thoroughly satisfied caused me to still. Kaleb’s parted lips caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but lean forward, capturing them with mine, slanting my mouth over his in a desperate kiss.

More.

God.

I wanted—no, needed—so much more.

Sliding my tongue into his hot mouth was a fucking revelation, evaporating every shred of the cold, unfeeling bastard that had intended to toss the boy aside once he got what he wanted. All that was left was a man possessed and obsessed—pure addiction to the beautiful creature writhing in his his arms.

I wanted him.

His words.

His body.

His mind.

His submission.

All I could think about was burying myself inside his warmth, fucking him over and over, never leaving this heaven. Holding him like this. Fucking him this way. My eyes rolled back as I rammed into him, my pace becoming frenzied. Erratic.

Our lips parted, and I stilled inside him again. I had to stop. I wasn’t ready to come yet.