Chapter 123: My student owns my hole -1

Professor Emrys walked between the rows of desks with slow steps until he reached the back corner.

Riven sat there with his phone hidden under the edge of the desk, the screen still glowing. Emrys held out his hand.

"Phone. Now. You know the rule."

Riven looked up without shame and placed the device in the older man’s palm. Emrys closed his fingers around it and returned to the front of the room.

He finished the lecture without another word to the student, then dismissed the class.

Once the last of them left he carried the phone straight to his office and locked the door behind him.

He sat at his desk and told himself he only needed to check for notes related to the course. Instead his thumb kept moving.

Photos appeared. First a few ordinary shots, then the screen filled with images Riven had taken of himself.

Bare chest. Lean stomach. Hard cock gripped in one hand.

Another photo showed him from behind, looking over his shoulder, fingers spreading his own ass open.

Emrys stared longer than he meant to. Heat climbed his neck and settled low in his stomach.

He couldn’t believe he was getting aroused by the picture of his student. At that moment, all he could think about was having that big cock fuck his ass.

Knowing it was inappropriate, he locked the screen and placed the phone face down, but the image remained vivid in his mind.

He sent a short message through the department system asking Riven to collect the phone after the next period.

When the knock came Emrys’s pulse jumped. He called for the student to enter.

Riven stepped inside and closed the door. He was twenty-one, tall for his age, with sharp eyes and an easy posture that never looked nervous.

Emrys stayed seated behind the desk and pushed the phone across the wood.

"Here. Do not bring it to class again."

Riven picked it up but did not leave. He turned it over in his hand and watched the professor’s face.

"You looked through it."

Emrys’s cheeks darkened. He cleared his throat and reached for a stack of papers that did not need sorting.

"I needed to confirm it belonged to you."

Riven set the phone back down and walked around the desk until he stood beside the older man’s chair.

"You saw the pictures. The ones I took last night. You looked at my cock. You looked at my hole. And now you cannot meet my eyes."

Emrys swallowed.

"This conversation is over. Take your phone and go."

Riven leaned down until his mouth was close to the professor’s ear.

"Stand up."

The command landed with quiet force. Emrys’s body obeyed before his mind caught up.

He rose from the chair. Riven stepped closer until their chests almost touched.

The student was lean but solid, and the height difference still left Emrys looking slightly down, yet the power sat entirely with the younger man.

"You got hard looking at those photos," Riven said.

"I can see it even now. Take your belt off and hand it to me."

Emrys’s fingers trembled as they worked the buckle. He pulled the leather free and placed it in Riven’s open palm. Riven folded the belt once and set it on the desk within easy reach.

"Unbutton your shirt. Slowly."

Emrys obeyed. Each button revealed more of his chest, the soft trail of hair that led downward, the flush that spread across his skin. Riven watched without touching until the shirt hung open.

"Pants next. All the way off. Underwear too."

Emrys pushed the fabric down and stepped out of it. His cock stood hard against his stomach, already leaking at the tip. Riven looked at it and smiled without kindness.

"On your knees."

The older man sank down onto the office carpet. Riven opened his own jeans and freed a thick cock that matched the confidence in his voice. He stroked himself once, twice, until the head glistened.

"Open your mouth. Hands behind your back."

Emrys parted his lips. Riven fed the cock forward in one steady push until the head pressed the back of the professor’s throat.

Emrys choked and tried to pull away, but Riven’s hand settled on the back of his head and held him there.

"Breathe through your nose. You are going to learn how to take it properly."

He began to thrust in short, controlled strokes. Spit ran down the professor’s chin.

The wet sounds filled the quiet office. Riven kept one hand in the professor’s hair and used the other to unbutton his own shirt the rest of the way so the fabric hung open.

"Look at you," Riven said.

"Forty-something professor on his knees sucking student cock. You wanted this the second you saw those pictures. Admit it."

Emrys could only make a muffled sound around the shaft. Riven pulled free and slapped the wet cock lightly against the older man’s cheek.

"Stand up. Bend over the desk. Chest flat. Ass out."

Emrys rose on shaky legs and draped himself across the desk. Papers shifted under his weight. Riven picked up the belt and dragged the cool leather across both cheeks.

Then he started spanking his ass with a sharp strike. Emrys jerked forward with a startled cry. A second strike landed harder. A third followed. Heat bloomed across the skin.

Riven dropped the belt and spat directly onto the older man’s hole. Two fingers pushed inside without warning.

Emrys clenched around the sudden stretch. Riven worked the fingers deep, then added a third, scissoring them open while his free hand stroked his own cock.

"You are tight. I am going to change that. Tell me you want my cock inside you."

Emrys’s voice came out rough. "I want it."

"Louder."

"I want your cock inside me."

Riven pulled his fingers free, lined up, and drove forward in one long thrust that seated him to the root. Emrys groaned into the desk.

The thick shaft stretched him wide. Riven gripped both hips and started a steady, deep rhythm that made the desk creak.

Each thrust forced a broken sound from the professor’s throat.

"You take it so well for someone who pretended to be shocked," Riven said. He reached around and wrapped a fist around Emrys’s leaking cock, stroking in time with his hips.

"This is what you get for looking at those photos. My cock buried in your ass while you stay hard for me."

He fucked harder. The slap of skin against skin filled the office. Emrys pushed back to meet the next thrust, chasing the burn and the fullness.

Riven leaned over him, chest pressed to the older man’s back, and bit the side of his neck hard enough to leave a mark.

"You do not come until I say. Understand?"

"Yes."

Riven straightened, gripped the belt again, and laid two more sharp strikes across Emrys’s already red cheeks while he kept thrusting.

The dual sensation made the professor shake. Riven dropped the belt, grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled Emrys’s head back so their eyes could meet in the small mirror on the opposite wall.

"Watch yourself take it. Watch how easily you open for me."

Emrys stared at the reflection. His own face looked flushed and open. Riven’s body moved behind him with confident power.

The sight pushed the older man closer to the edge. Riven felt the tightening and slowed his strokes just enough to keep him desperate.

"Ask me for permission."

Emrys’s voice cracked. "Please let me come."

"Again."

"Please let me come. I need it."

Riven slammed in deep and stroked Emrys’s cock with firm, fast pulls.

"Come now. Make a mess on your own desk."

Emrys’s body locked. Thick ropes of cum shot across the wood and papers. His hole clamped down hard around Riven’s cock.

The younger man growled and drove in three more times before he buried himself to the hilt and flooded the professor with hot pulses of cum.

He stayed locked deep while the aftershocks faded, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked down Emrys’s thighs and onto the carpet.

Riven stepped back and looked at the wrecked man still bent over the desk. "Stay exactly like that. Hands on the wood. Do not move."

He walked to the small private bathroom attached to the office, returned with a damp cloth, and cleaned Emrys with surprising care. Then he tossed the cloth aside and sat in the professor’s chair as if it belonged to him.

"Crawl to me and kneel between my legs."

Emrys pushed off the desk and sank down again. Riven’s cock was still half hard and shiny with their combined release. He pointed at it.

"Clean it with your mouth. Slowly. When you finish I am going to decide whether to fuck you again before your next class or send you back out there with my cum still inside you."

Emrys leaned forward and took the softening shaft between his lips. He licked and sucked with careful attention, tasting both of them. Riven rested a hand on the back of his head and spoke in a low, satisfied voice.

"Good. You learn fast."

Outside the office the hallway stayed quiet. Inside, the professor stayed on his knees and worked his tongue, cleaning off all the cum on his student’s cock.