Eric shifted slightly, his sneakers brushing against the carpet, and the professor’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.Professor Carter set his wine glass down on the coffee table with deliberate slowness, the soft clink of glass against wood breaking the silence. Gay sex Carter’s own orgasm followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside Eric. Eric’s breath hitched, his body arching as Carter’s lips found the damp sole of his foot, his tongue tracing every inch with a fervor that left Eric dizzy.For a long moment, they stayed like that, Carter worshipping Eric’s feet with a devotion that bordered on obsession. “Good,” he said, his voice low and husky. His fingers gripped the edge of the cushion, knuckles whitening as Eric continued his worship. “You have no idea how good that feels.” Eric didn’t respond with words—he couldn’t. Eric watched, his gaze lingering on the professor’s muscular chest and the dark trail of hair leading down to his waistband. “Not even close,” he breathed, his hands reaching out to pull Carter closer. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. The professor’s hand slid up to cup Eric’s cheek, turning his face gently so their eyes met. The older man’s lips grazed Eric’s neck, sending shivers down
