Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Nobody had ever looked at him like that, and it was heady stuff. It thrilled him to know that he, a boring teacher, could bring out that kind of desire in someone as powerful and intense as Callan.
He began to watch the clock, and as soon as all his students left, he jumped up, hurried to Callan, and held out his hand. “Come with me. Quickly. We’ve got just enough time before my next class.”
Callan didn’t question him, just stood and clasped their hands together. Lonnie practically ran to his office, shoved Callan inside, and locked the door behind them.
Then he dropped to his knees, looking up at Callan as he undid his jeans. “You looked like you needed this,” he said, pitching his voice low. “And while I do this, I want you to tell me just what you were imagining while I was teaching my class, because the look on your face told me it was something really good.”
“You know I’m not so good with words.”
“I want you to try. For me.” He pushed down Callan’s pants and underwear and pulled out that long, thick cock. “Fuck, I love your dick.” He held the base and sucked the tip into his mouth. He kept his gaze on Callan’s face the whole time, loving the way his mouth opened and he started to pant. Those dark, hooded eyes watched avidly as Lonnie took more of his cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the tip, relishing the bitter precum on his taste buds.
Tightening his fingers, he used his hand to stroke the bottom half while he increased the suction on the upper.
Callan gasped, hands reaching for Lonnie’s hair. He growled as he pulled it out of the knot, running his fingers through it.
Lonnie pulled off, whispering, “What were you picturing in your head?”
“You. Bent over the desk. Ass bare.” Callan stopped to try and catch his breath, fingers tightening in Lonnie’s hair.
Lonnie licked him from base to tip, then asked, “What were you doing with my bare ass?”
“I spread your cheeks, then knelt to lick you.”
“Lick my hole?”
“Yes. Pictured sending my tongue deep in there. You taste so good. Like mine.”
“I taste like yours? What does that taste like?” He sucked him in again.
Callan actually whimpered and the sound was so incongruous coming from such a big man, but also so hot, Lonnie’s own dick was aching.
It took Callan a long time to answer, and Lonnie used that time to drive him wild, alternating between licking, stroking, and sucking. He wasn’t able to take Callan terribly deep; the demon was too big to get him all into his mouth. From experience, he knew the combination of hands and mouth felt good, so he used his own saliva as lube as he quit sucking for a moment. “What does yours taste like?”
“Huh?” Callan looked completely out of it.
“You said I taste like yours, and I’m curious.”
“Sweet. You taste sweet to me. And bright—like sunshine. Like life and all things good.” He gripped Lonnie’s hair and led his mouth back to his dick. “Fuck, Lonnie, don’t stop.”
He took pity on Callan and really went to town then, bobbing his head and sucking him as deep as he could while he held the base with a tight fist. While most of him was relishing the taste and feel of Callan, basking in the noises he was making, a part of his mind had zeroed in on Callan’s words. That he tasted like life and all things good. His demon had a poetic side he hadn’t realized.
He couldn’t wait to discover all things about Callan. Every last nuance. Because there was so much more to him than even Lonnie had realized. And all the passion, the soft touches, the absolute care Callan took with him—they had all shown him that Callan was someone worth keeping.
He was already falling for him, so he had to find a way to make this passion between them permanent.
He relaxed his throat and tried taking Callan deeper, hoping nobody heard the loud groan that rumbled from his demon. Luckily, there was a lot of noise in the halls.
Callan thrust into his mouth a few more times before he stopped, gasped, and moaned as he filled Lonnie’s mouth.
He yanked Lonnie to his feet and kissed him. The kiss went on and on as Callan held him close. When he pulled back and reached for the waist of Lonnie’s slacks, Lonnie stopped him.
“We don’t have time for that. I’ll get mine later.” He grinned. “I have something sweet I want to share with you when we get home.”
Callan grunted, the corner of his lip going up. “I can’t wait.”
He made sure they both looked presentable before unlocking the door to his office. As he stepped out the door, he looked over his shoulder. “By the way, in this fantasy of yours, were my students still in the classroom?”