Instead, he focused on the task at hand, his tongue now exploring the contours of the professor’s toes through the sock. “Yeah,” he said, meeting the professor’s gaze head-on. Gay sex “Can I get you a glass of wine?”“Sure,” Eric replied, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach.They settled on the couch, glasses in hand. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.”Eric’s heart skipped a beat, his fingers tightening around his own glass. “Good,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. “I want to feel every inch of you,” he murmured, his voice husky with need.Eric moaned as Carter’s lips found his feet again, his tongue lapping at the fabric with a fervor that left Eric dizzy. His fingers continued to explore Eric’s socked feet, sliding along the seams and pressing into the soles with a gentleness that sent shivers through Eric’s body. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured.Eric’s heart raced as he nodded, his body still humming with pleasure. “Eric,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Sure, Professor.”Professor Carter waited until the room had emptied, the last of the students filing out with their backpacks slung over their shoulders and the hum of post-finals chatter fading into the hallway.
