Chapter 123
Lysander’s pov
I didn’t want them to hear me, but it felt so... so mischievous, sinful, dirty, and unbelievably hot.
I was doing this forbidden, dark thing with my lover, who was supposed to be maintaining his cold, dignified nature.
The exhibitionist streak I never knew I possessed flared up, making me want nothing more than for the whole world to hear me screaming out his name.
Grabbing the silk pillow, I stuffed my face into it to muffle my loud, shameless cries.
"You want them to come up here and find us...?" Drake croaked, attacking my opening with strong, wet licks, slipping his tongue inside, then dragging it back out to swirl over the rim. "You want them to hear how much you love me eating your hot, tight little hole...? You are such a kinky little bird."
"Yes... fuck, yes! Eat me the fuck out!" I whined, biting down hard on the corner of the pillow while he used his entire mouth to make out with my rear the exact same way he did to my lips.
It was sloppy, wet, and utterly filthy. I could feel his saliva running down between my thighs, my length so hard it was jamming aggressively into the silk sheets as I rocked my hips back and forth, riding his mouth like a complete fiend begging for another hit.
"You’re so sweet, Lysander," Drake breathed out, completely unleashed in his devouring. He was starved for it, viciously fucking his tongue into my body over and over. "Warm and wet and delicious for me..."
Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck! Holy fuck, I was really going to come just from his mouth!
Grinding my cock against the silk mattress as hard as I could, I chased the sweet, intense friction, humping back against his face with frantic movements.
I could feel Drake jerking himself off, his arm tapping against my leg as he beat his massive cock roughly, lashing me with his tongue and sucking me until my vision was going cross-eyed.
"That’s it, little bird..." Drake growled against my skin. "Ride my tongue. Show your professor how badly you want it..."
"I want it..." I sobbed gruffly into the pillow, biting the fabric until my jaw ached just to keep from screaming. My fingers dug deep into the mattress, my knuckles white as I bounced my hips on his tongue, my cock aching and ready to erupt. "I wanna come, Drake... God, make me come!"
I was full-on riding his face like a complete slut for his touch, my moans echoing wildly off the vaulted ceiling of the master suite.
"I’m gonna make you come so hard, you needy little slut," Drake growled dark and low. "Come for me, Lysander. Come on my mouth!"
My body was wound up like an iron spring turned far too many times. I was right on the razor’s edge of snapping, driving my hips down onto his mouth until my vision went completely dark—
"I’m c-coming... F-fuck, yes!"
Shuddering down to my very core, I crumbled into a soul-shattering, blinding orgasm. Tears seeped from the corners of my eyes as my length shot off, spraying thick, hot pulses of seed all over the silk sheets.
"Shh... that’s so good, baby..." Drake purred against my flesh, his tongue never stopping as he lapped up the contractions of my body. "Come so sweet for me..."
I rode out the wave, milking every last drop from my shaft with my hips mashing against the comforter, crying unintelligible, filthy nonsense into the pillow.
"D-Drake... I’m... your... little slut..."
Thankfully, I didn’t think he could fully understand the muffled words through the pillow, because it was completely crazy. But I couldn’t stop myself. Everything around me was crashing down, the intensity far too overwhelming for my senses to hold back.
"I love how you make me come... D—" I chomped down onto the pillow fast to shut myself up before I lost my mind entirely.
His rampant, wet licking slowly eased, and Drake finally pulled his face away from my rear. He grabbed me by the waist and shoved me up onto the bed.
I nestled into the mattress, my skin buzzing with electric aftershocks while Drake crawled over me, straddling my waist with his dark, impressive frame. His massive shaft was curled tight in his broad fist as he stroked it fast, pumping up and down in a furious, heavy rhythm.
"I’m gonna come all the fuck over you, gorgeous," Drake growled out, his red eyes hooded, his bottom lip clamped firmly between his fangs as he jerked his length harder and harder.
"Come on me..." I pleaded in a raspy whisper, tipping my head back against the sheets, awaiting his heavy load.
"You want it?" Drake purred down at me.
"I want it..." My chest quavered with heavy hitches. I was all raw sensation right now—my sticky skin flushed a deep crimson, my nipples peaked and aching with the desperate desire to be soaked in his climax. "Cover me in cum, Professor..."
My eyes snapped wide open the second the word left my mouth. Fuck, what did I just say?!
Drake’s red eyes widened in rare, blown-out shock. His lips parted, and a desperate, whimpering gasp left his throat before his head dropped back, his throat column tight as he groaned, "F-fuck... fuck me, Lysander, Jesus!"
I had no time to be horrified by what I had just called him in bed, because I was immediately sprayed down by warm, slick, heavy pulses of his seed. The thick, hot waves hit my chest, my neck, my collarbone, and my chin.
Drake’s broad hand slowed down, milking out every single last drop from his shaft, chewing hard on his lower lip to keep his possessive roars from shaking the entire estate. At this point, I had no idea how loud we were actually being.
We could have been screaming at the top of our lungs for all I knew, my blood was rushing far too loudly in my ears to tell.
Swallowing hard, I glanced down at the silky, wet splatters covering my bare chest, my tongue darting out to lick my lower lip, tasting the salty flavor of him there too.
Our eyes met in the dim room. Drake shifted himself up higher over my chest, guiding his softening, slick length straight toward my mouth. I parted my lips with a soft, needy grunt, taking him in greedily, sucking him deep into my throat, pulling the salty, rich flavor onto my tongue and gulping it down without a second’s hesitation.
Drake’s broad fingers sifted into my messy golden hair, his touch surprisingly gentle as he petted me, holding my head steady while I completely lost myself in sucking him. I bobbed my head over his length over and over again until his cock finally softened completely against my tongue.
Fuck, fuck, fuck... I thought, letting my head fall back onto the silk pillows.
I didn’t think I could move a single muscle for the rest of the night.