Chapter 18. In My Lecturer’s Office with Jason

Ava

He rolled off, chest heaving, but his hand stayed on me, sliding down the sweat-slick curve of my spine, fingers tracing every bump like he was memorizing the map.

I was still face down, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing, swollen, leaking him in slow pulses.

I turned my head. His eyes were half lidded, purple hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted. He looked wrecked. Good.

I pushed up on shaky arms, crawled over him, straddled his hips. He was still hard, slick with us, twitching against my belly.

I dragged my nails down his chest, slow, watching goosebumps rise. I leaned in, bit his nipple, hard. He hissed, hips jerking.

“My turn,” I whispered.

I slid down his body, tongue tracing the line of hair under his navel, tasting salt and skin. His cock jumped when I breathed on it. I didn’t touch it. Just hovered, lips brushing the tip, letting him feel the heat.

He groaned, hand fisting the sheets. “Ava….”

I took him in on