Professor’s Rule 01 - Giving an Inch Read Online Free PDF

murmured. “I swear I don’t usually— But— Well. It’s not that great a job.”
    James wasn’t sure kissing was supposed to have been part of the deal, but there it was: their lips were pressed together, James’s hand still tangled in Satish’s hair, and it was good . Satish tasted good, smelled amazing. James used the opportunity to end the call on his phone before pressing closer. Satish’s tongue slid against his, slick and soft and strangely soothing, like a balm rubbed on the rawness Carson had left him with. James felt calmer, less ambivalent. These weren’t Carson’s desires playing through him. He wasn’t a puppet. This was his own.
    His desire. And Carson’s, and Satish’s, in perfect harmony.
    His lips tugged and sucked at Satish’s, feeling their plushness, the way they softened against his own, the way they seemed to grow even fuller, plumper against his the more he nipped and nibbled and sucked. Imagining those lips wrapped around his cock made him buck and moan into Satish’s mouth, which in turn made Satish draw him closer, arms wrapping around his back and tugging him forward until his dick nudged Satish’s thigh. Could he come like this, just rubbing against that hard length of muscle and bone? Should he? Hadn’t he and Carson had a deal? Would he really disobey this early in the game?
    “Let me suck you,” he said into Satish’s mouth, the words as hot and moist as the breath he spoke them with.
    Satish nodded, leaning back against the wall of the changeroom, reaching down for his own fly. His eyes were hooded, dazed, and his hand was gentle but insistent as he guided James down. Not like Carson. Not dominant. Giving , if anything. Offering himself up for James’s desire. Whatever you wanted to call it, Satish knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go for it, without being pushy. And fuck was that hot.
    He wore bright teal briefs that perfectly complemented his skin tone. James found himself sucking on the ridge of Satish’s cock through the fabric, darkening the cotton-lycra blend to a color that resembled a tropical ocean. Even through the fabric, James could tell Satish was cut, with a defined vein running up the underside, the kind of feature on a dick that demanded special attention. Lots of licking, oh yes, following that line.
    And he had dark hair, too, curly but neat, that came out from underneath his shirt and thickened below his navel. James pressed his nose to it and breathed in, the scent earthy and spicy all at once, so powerful, so masculine and immediate it nearly overshadowed the potency of Carson’s words.
    He took the head of Satish’s cock in his mouth through the fabric, sucking and tonguing, making it wet, so very wet, before he peeled down the briefs and released it.
    “Yes,” Satish whispered, and James looked up to see him watching attentively. He’d thought maybe Satish would have thrown his head back and given himself over, but no. His eyes were fixed on James, taking in everything James did. His hand was gentle on James’s hair, urging him on without demanding anything. “You’re so sexy down there.”
    James answered by licking a slow, broad stripe up the entire length of Satish’s dick, tracing that beautiful vein. His eyes rolled up to meet Satish’s, never breaking contact. He reveled in it shamelessly, let Satish watch him savoring his cock. Bad haircut or no, he knew he looked fucking gorgeous this way. Maybe this was his destiny, to live on his knees, naked and sucking dick.
    Sucking Satish’s dick was different from sucking Carson’s, though. He didn’t feel abject and obedient. But the experience was powerful, nonetheless. New. He had no idea why, but he liked it.
    “Please,” Satish begged when James’s tongue had well and thoroughly wet his dick, leaving it glistening. James’s face shone as well, where that spit-coated shaft had brushed his cheeks and jaw. But James wasn’t ready, yet, to move on to the next obvious step.