Sexual moment in his office

After my response, something sparked in him. Swiftly, he pinned both my hands above my head, taking me by surprise. He looked me in the eyes, his gaze piercing through me.

"There's probably nobody on this floor at this hour, but I'm not taking any chances. You'll have to be quiet for once, Mr De Montmorency. Do you think you can manage that?"

The look of desire on his face made my stomach flip and my knees tremble. With one hand gripping my wrists and the other trailing down my body, I was completely entranced by his beauty. His wild hair, his strong shoulders, his confident hands, his wide chest, all of him was consuming me.

His free hand found its way under my trousers. I gasped when he brushed his fingers against my throbbing dick inside my pants.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop." He said gently, diving into my neck, kissing my skin.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Finally having sex with a fellow man.

He grazed his middle finger softly over the middle of my pants. I moaned, but remembered his request to be quiet and suppressed it. Involuntarily, I spread my legs the tiniest bit apart in reaction to his touch.

Dr Reynolds smiled against my skin. "You really are a bad boy, aren't you Blair?" He kept moving his index finger against me. I was ashamed to admit that my dick had already started to harden up with pleasure.

"Only for you, Felix."

He gripped my hands harder and pushed his body against me, applying pressure on my lungs. I had to bite my lip to keep a moan from escaping.

"What did I tell you on our first lecture? You can't address me like that, Mr De Montmorency."

I wiggled my wrists in protest, but he kept me pinned.

I was fucking loving it.

"Apologies Professor. My mind isn't working properly. It's a bit hard to remember anything with your hand between my legs."

He chuckled, his sensual laugh dancing in my ears. He kissed my lips hungrily, moving his hand with a little more pressure. Every time his fingers brushed against my dick, I tried to release my wrists from his strong hold. I knew my actions were having an affect on him from the growing bulge I could feel against my abdomen.

Taking me off guard, he moved my pants down, then his hand immediately went for my dick.

His fist around my cock made my whole body jolt. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to believe this was real. The heat of his palm, the way his thumb stroked along the underside, it was too much, too new, too dangerous.

“Breathe,” Felix whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

I barely had a second to catch my breath before I felt him shifting, sliding down my body, kissing across my stomach, tugging my trousers the rest of the way off.

“Felix—” My voice broke. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Stop? Please? More? All of it tangled together.

He looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes dark, hungry. “First time?”

I could only nod, throat dry.

“Then I’ll make sure it’s one you’ll never forget.”

And with that, he lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around me.

A sharp cry tore out of me before I could stop it. My hand shot to my mouth, biting down hard against the back of my palm to silence myself. The wet heat of him, the way his tongue slid along me, it sent lightning through my veins.

“God .. Felix,” I gasped, hips jerking. I couldn’t control myself. My body betrayed me, thrusting shallowly into his mouth, desperate for more.

He hummed around me, the vibration making me shudder, my toes curling. My mind was a blur of disbelief and raw sensation. I had never imagined it could feel like this, intimate, overwhelming, consuming.

Every time he bobbed his head lower, taking more of me, I swore I was going to lose it. I grabbed at his hair without thinking, not to push him away but to ground myself, to hold onto something real as my world spun out of control.

Felix pulled back just enough to murmur against me, “Taste better than I thought.” Then his mouth was on me again, wetter, deeper, making me arch off the bed.

I didn’t stand a chance. My chest was heaving, my thighs trembling. I had no walls left to hide behind, no shame strong enough to stop the waves of pleasure crashing through me.

It was my first time, and I was already ruined for anything else.

Felix’s eyes never left mine, and every movement he made seemed deliberate and entirely focused on me. My chest rose and fell rapidly, heart hammering as though it wanted to leap out of my body.

“You’re trembling,” he said softly, cupping my cheek with one hand. “Is it… too much?”

“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It’s… just… new.”

He smiled faintly, a mixture of amusement and tenderness, and leaned closer again, letting his forehead rest against mine. The closeness made my knees weak. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating toward me, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and it was intoxicating.

“"Good boy. I like seeing you like this,” he murmured. “So vulnerable. "If I'd known from the moment I saw you that you'd react to me this way, I don't think I would've waited this long".

I swallowed, trying to find words, but none came. Everything inside me was raw and electric. Every brush of his hand against mine, every glance, every whisper felt like it was undoing me in the best possible way.

He moved back just enough to give me space to breathe, but the tension in the room didn’t break. It lingered like a living thing, heavy and electric. I realized I was smiling, though my cheeks were still flushed.

“You’re amazing,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “I’ve never… felt… anything like this.”

He chuckled softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple. “You’ll never forget tonight,” he said, and I could feel the sincerity in his voice. “Not because of what happened, but because of how you let yourself feel it… every moment.”

I shivered, leaning into his warmth. The world outside the office ceased to exist. There was only him, only the quiet intensity between us, the kind of connection that could burn slowly and fiercely without ever fading.

And in that moment, I realized something: We were both a hot fucking mess.

It wasn’t just desire. It was a first taste of intimacy that went far beyond the physical. It was the beginning of something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name yet but something I didn’t want to let go of.

"You okay?" He finally asked. His deep, manly voice was so reassuring and comforting. "Yes." I replied, still a bit hazy from orgasming. "Are you?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, surprised by my question. After pondering it, he seemed pleased that I had asked it. "I am. Still a bit shaken up though. I don't usually do this as you can imagine, Mr De Montmorency."

"Do what?" I asked. Without a moment's hesitation he replied. "Give a blow job to a student in my office."

My eyes widened at his brazen words. He was so hot when he used vulgar language.

"Let's get out of here. It's getting late, I have loads of work to do, and I still have to drive you home."

"You don't need to do that." I said, adjusting my trousers and shirt.

He gave me a look. "I don't think there's an etiquette rule on what to do after giving a student an orgasm, but I'd say this is what a half decent professor would do."

I smacked his upper arm, shocked at his words.

"C'mon, let's go." He grabbed his coat and his case, unlocked the door of his office, and gave way for me to exit. We walked in silence until we reached his car.

"Blair, we need to talk."