Fuck, he’s perfect. I can see why my pack has all begun to fall for him, thoroughly infatuated and obsessed with the little beta. There’s something about his shy glances and unabashed way that he has when he’s turned on. It’s as if he can’t help but respond to us.
“Lean back and relax,” I coax him, huffing out a laugh as he slouches in his chair.
“That feels so good,” he rasps, sighing as I jerk him off. His cock feels warm, giving me all the lube I need as I fuck him with my hand.
Glancing at our professor, I smirk as he rolls his eyes at me, pointedly staring at where he can see my hand moving. I simply shrug, reminding him to ignore this side of the room. My lips kiss up Cam’s throat, staking my claim.
If he ever was interested in Cam, he’ll know to look elsewhere after this.
Cam is close, I can feel it in the way he’s shaking next to me. I need my little beta to be a good boy, and come for me.
As my teeth sink into his throat without breaking skin, my little beta shudders, cock jerking in my hold as he cums in his pants.
My own cock grows thick and heavy, the urge to bend him over the desk and fuck his tight ass so damn strong right now.
I want to hear him whimper and whine for me, to fucking beg for it.
Giving his cock one last squeeze, I remove my hand and begin to lick my hand of all of his sweet cum, not giving a single fuck if anyone is watching.
If I wasn’t addicted before, I definitely am now. He tastes really fucking good, and his cheeks are cherry red as well.
“Cotton candy is officially my favorite flavor now,” I growl under my breath.
I can tell Camden is uncomfortable as he shifts in his seat because he has a load of cum in his pants. I like that he has a reminder of me and how much I want him. It takes everything within me not to drag him out of the class to fuck him.
No, that’s too much. I’ll be good and wait till class is over. My cock is thick and hard against the zipper of my pants, begging to be let free so I can fuck Camden.
“I hope you didn’t have any plans after class,” I whisper in his ear as I crane my neck so my lips are against his skin. I love being able to see the goosebumps there, a sign that I affect him. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“River,” he whimpers, making me want to purr. Fuck, what is wrong with me? Camden brings out these primal needs inside of me I don’t completely understand.
Class wraps up, and I ignore the fact that I don’t have a clue what was spoken about. Walking down the stairs with Cam to leave, I catch the professor’s eye, chuckling under my breath as he shakes his head at me.
Yeah, most people don’t know what to do with me. I’m wild, make my own rules, and tell the rest of the world to go fuck themselves. I’m also… very impatient.
Barely rounding the corner of the building, I push Cam against the wall, ignoring the way his backpack hits the ground as I claim his lips. My erection rocks over his, and I marvel at how hard he already is. I fucking love a man with a short refractory period.
“You didn’t get enough in the classroom, did you?” I tease him, sucking on his bottom lip to keep him from responding. “My balls are fucking heavy, filled with a load of cum, just for you. Instead of having you swallow it, I think I need to fuck it right into that tight slutty ass of yours.”
Turning him to face the wall, I shove him up against it, then pull his pants down. He never bothered to button it back up, and neither did I.
I’m unsure of how long we’ll be unbothered. If Lee was here, he’d remind me of how dumb I’m being by fucking Cam out in the open, but I can’t help myself.
My pants are the next item of clothing to be pushed down over my hips, and all logic loses its grip on me. My cock presses against his ass, and my lips part in surprise as I find it slick and ready. I guess he came so hard, his cum slid down to his ass while he was sitting in it. Why do I find that so fucking hot?
“Same rules apply,” I grunt, my hand clamping over his mouth as he moans unabashedly. “Be my good little slut and take my cock as quietly as you can.”
If possible, I’d swear he wiggles his ass at me, begging me to fuck his tight hole. He’s being such a good boy for me, I wonder if he can come without being touched.
Groaning, my forehead falls to his back as he pushes his hips to accept more of my cock as I watch it disappear into his ass. My other hand holds his hip so hard, I know my marks will be on his skin.
These are the only ones that should ever be there. I feel the need to remind him how good sex can feel with an alpha. We’ll never take more than he’s willing to give, and I’m willing to learn his limits.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I gasp as my hips begin to piston. Stepping back, I pull his ass with me so that I can fuck him harder and deeper. My hand stays on his mouth as he forces himself to stay semi upright.
I’m not soft, sweet, or anything like that. But I do know how to make Cam feel good.
“Paint the brick with your cum,” I demand, my eyes rolling back as I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the different sensations I’m feeling. “Don’t touch your cock, Baby Boy. Listen to my words, and let that be the reason you come. Does it turn you on, knowing that anyone could walk in on us? Maybe Professor Kennedy will find us. How would that make you feel, him knowing that I’m fucking you?”
