Would You Die For Me?

Japheth

It started with slow, playful strokes. A soft whimper escaped my lips as my thumb gently teased my tip, and I shut my eyes in pleasure. I wish he were here.

His image in my head wasn't enough anymore. I needed to feel those piercing blue eyes undressing me with every movement I made. I needed to hear him speak, to hear him command and dominate me.

My grip on the bed sheets tightened as I stroked my cock faster, sharp moans of pleasure mixed with the agony of missing him tumbling out of my lips.

"Fuck.... Aaron..." I moaned out his name, my back arching as I imagined his lips roaming my body and his fingers stretching out my ass. My breathing got heavier with every sharp stroke I made, and I could feel my orgasm drawing closer.

He would always tease me when he knew I was close to cumming. He said it was fun to watch me tremble and beg for my release. And I couldn't deny that I didn't love it when he made me beg for him.

Precum leaked out of my tip, making my cock even wetter and the sloppy sounds that filled the room from stroking my cock made me even hornier. I adjusted myself on the bed as I straddled my pillow before placing two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them like my life depended on it.

When I was sure that my fingers were coated in excess saliva, I pulled them out and aligned them against my butt hole. A soft hiss left my lips when my fingers slid into my warm hole and I sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure, my back arching instantly.

"Oh god... please... I'm gonna cum-"

My right hand stroked my cock faster while my left hand worked my tight hole, my middle finger brushing against my prostate and I jolted in pleasure. My moans were loud and uncontrollable, and I was very sure that the people living in the next house could hear me.

Seriously, that would be so embarrassing.

My vision darkened a bit, the pit of my stomach tightening immediately as my orgasm reached its peak and I came hard. His name was the only thing I could mutter as cum splattered all over my bed and pillow, and I finally collapsed to the bed.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I finally reflected on what I just did. It wouldn't be so bad if I weren't a grown-assed respected professor in a well-known university. But that was not the main issue.

The main issue here was that...

I just came like a whore while moaning the name of my student out loud.

I turned slightly, my eyes catching sight of my phone sitting on the desk, and a small smirk formed on my lips. I should have recorded myself and sent it to him...

But what was the use? As I glanced at the part of the ceiling