I opened my legs like the slut I was and moaned, tilting my pelvis to draw his attention to my painfully hard cock. 'Beautiful,' he whispered, nuzzling the crease between my balls and the top of my thigh and breathing me in. My eyes flickered open and I saw him sitting on the bed, looking like the best wet dream ever in a white shirt, unbuttoned to mid-chest, and snug blue jeans. His feet were already bare. Out of his official clothes, he looked almost feral, his hair loose and uncombed. 'I've locked the door,' he said quietly. 'What if a tutor comes in to administer First Aid?' I asked him, my eyes wide with feigned innocence. 'He's already here.' Mr. Martyn flipped open my shirt and let me feel the heat of his gaze as it raked over my body. It was toned and muscled, thanks to all the sport I had done over the years. His face remained impassive as his eyes roved over my nut-brown nipples and flat stomach. Although my hair was dark, I had very little in the way of body hair, and my chest was smooth, the pectorals well-defined.
