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“No, I don’t think that’s quite correct.”
The man underneath you let out a desperate whine, his hands clutching tighter on his armchair.
“I— I’m trying,” he said, gasping for air.
You cupped his cheek gently and he leaned his face against it, relaxing under your touch. Peace only lasted a couple of seconds for him— your hips started moving again, up and down Vyn’s cock. He hissed at the sensation, having lost count of how many times he had already come inside you. His office was filled with the vulgar squelching of both your releases together and in any other situation, he would have felt flustered. Shameful, even. But you had taken every last of his thought processes hostage, leaving him a mess of a man that only craved one thing: you.
“I don’t think you are, though. Didn’t you say tomorrow’s lecture was an important one?” you asked, your hips never stopping their pace. “That’s why we’re here, right? You have been so busy preparing yourself for it. Leaving me all alone to take care of myself.”
“I’m sorry— I’m—”
You drew a smirk on your face.
“I know you are, Dr. Rychter. Still, I wouldn’t want you to lose focus on your lecture because of me. So… try again. From the top, this time,” you said, lifting your hips until only his tip was inside of you to sink down without a warning. Vyn whined, closing his eyes as his whole body trembled.
“Okay, okay, I— uhm… Bowlby was the first one to— to talk about attachment theory and he postulated that uh— that—”
“What did he postulate, Dr. Rychter?” you insisted, leaning down to ghost your lips over his cheek, leaving soft kisses.
“He was the first to— to talk about attachment theory and since— since then we have learnt how much it impacts on— on relationship and—”
“On relationships? That’s interesting,” you laughed. You quickened the pace of your hips. Vyn moaned loudly, his hands closing now on your waist.
“Please, I can’t— I can’t again, I don’t— I can’t—”
“Oh, don’t be like that. For me? Can you come again for me?” you asked, a small pout on your lips. Vyn set his honey eyes on your face and without giving himself much time to think, he nodded. “Good. Now, what were you saying about this attachment thing?”
“It was— it is, uh… it’s the way that—”
Thoughts were colliding against each other inside Vyn’s mind. The way you were moving and sliding up and down his overstimulated cock was getting the best of him, and it was getting more difficult to form a coherent sentence.
“Yes?”
“It’s— it’s a theory that—”
“Oh, so the attachment theory is a theory? Wouldn’t have guessed it,” you joked. You grabbed Vyn’s chin and made him look at you. “C’mon, are you gonna leave your best student hanging like this?”
Vyn couldn’t reply to your last question. All that was left of a man with two doctorate degrees was a mess of moans and sweat. It was fun to see proper and polite Vyn babble as he tried his best to follow your command and keep talking about his lecture. You watched his eyes glisten with tears as pleasure got the best of him. Who would have known deep inside he was like any other man and that, in order to break him, he only needed someone to touch him the right way?
It didn’t take long for him to come undone. Vyn threw his head back, eyes tightly pressed together as his tongue lolled slightly out of his mouth. The aftershocks kept his body jolting as you slowed down your hips until they completely stopped. You smiled as you leaned over his chest and rested your head on his shoulder. A few minutes passed until he turned his head your way and was welcomed with a kiss.
He should have noticed by the way your eyes glinted that you weren’t quite done with him yet.
“Ready for one more round?”