Page 86 of Passionate Defense

“Yes, Professor Fischer.” With a mischievous smile, she crawled toward him, breasts swaying seductively. On her knees between his feet, she slid her hands up his thighs as she leaned into him. One pushed his shirt out of the way as the other wrapped around his cock.

She ducked down, angling her head to the side, and licked along the underside, wetting his hot skin. When she reached the head, she teased the sensitive underside before swirling her tongue slowly around it. It took all he had to keep from spurting on her lovely face and bringing an end too soon to a coveted birthday blow job.

“That feels great, but I want you to suck me. Now.”

Eyes riveted on her, he watched every seductive movement as she opened her red-tinted lips and took him into her mouth. Lanie gave great head. She’d never been able to deep throat him but made up for it with enthusiasm. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him, her big blue eyes looking up at him the whole while.

He wrapped her braids around his hands, again and again. Not pulling or forcing his way inside, simply holding on. He wanted to sit back and enjoy every minute, content to let her do the work for a change. But her cheeks hollowed as she added more suction, just as he liked, and he felt the insistent tingle in his balls.

“I want to last longer, but damn, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

Pulling off of him with a slurp, she grinned. “Go right ahead. As the birthday boy, you’re allowed more than one.”

She took him in deep again, working fast with her mouth and hand. The hum at the back of her throat vibrated along the length of his cock. Obviously, she was enjoying giving as much as he was receiving. Well, maybe not as much but very nearly.

He tried to hold back and make this fantasy come to life last, but only minutes passed, and he tensed.

“I’m there, Lanie,” he warned, his voice harsh to his own ears. His balls ached, and the pressure was almost unbearable. At the point of no return, his gaze bored into her. “I’m gonna come and my birthday wish is to watch you swallow.”

Violent shudders shook his body and harsh grunts rose from deep in his chest as he came, splashing hotly against the back of her throat. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she took what he gave her, drinking him down as she continued to stroke him with her hand. Her lips glistened as she pulled off him, bathing him with long licks of her tongue.

He released her braids, slid his hands under her arms, and lifted her onto his lap. Her breasts pressed into his chest and her round ass, bare beneath the minuscule skirt, cushioned his deflating cock.

She wound her arms around his neck and beamed up at him. “Happy Birthday, Ethan. Did you like your present?”

“Like doesn’t do it justice. It... Check that.Youwere amazing. Thank you, baby.”

“Was it like your fantasy?”

“Better than any fantasy—ever—but which one are you referring to?”

“Remember our bet after the ball game? It was supposed to be you under my desk. I thought you might like it if I turned it around.”

“I can’t think of a better fantasy to bring to life than having a beautiful girl under my desk for a half-naked blow job. I like the outfit, and the braids are a nice touch, too.”

Her face suffused with color as she peeped up at him. “I remembered how much you like plaid.”

“I appreciate the initiative and your imagination.” He chuckled as he squeezed her close. “It’s rude of me to ask, but I’m curious. What’s in the box?”

“I almost forgot.” She scampered off his lap and retrieved it. Standing between his thighs, she presented her gift with outstretched arms, her vivid blush nearly matching the crimson bow across her chest. “A gift for my teacher on his birthday.”

He smiled up at her, his hands curving around her bottom to pull her in between his thighs. “I’m not sure which one to unwrap first.”

“I was present number one, Ethan. The box is number two. Open it.”

His curiosity piqued, he pulled her onto his lap, then released the ribbon and lifted the lid. His eyes widened at what he found inside. Reaching in, he picked up the crop. About eighteen inches long, it had an extra-large swat on the end, the folded leather as wide as his palm. He flicked it against his thigh, and the resoundingthwaphad him grinning.

“I like it. The short handle will give me extra control when I use it on my bad girl’s behind.”

“There’s more.”

Arching a brow, he reached back in the box, pushing aside tissue paper.

“You’ve been an extra-good boy this year, so I got you a few things,” she explained. The nervous giggle and the continued flush in her cheeks told him how hard this had been for her. It was the first time she had taken the initiative in their role-play games, and she had never made suggestions for scenes, outside the murmurs of more, and the cries of harder and faster.

“I’m proud of you, Lanie. This gift is more daring than you’ve ever been.” He planted a kiss on her lips then pulled out the next item. Holding up another spanking implement, he added with an arched brow, “And maybe a little imprudent. This isn’t a toy for beginners from what I’ve read.”

“It’s called a Loopy Johnny.”