Class Act_NSFW Art

In celebration of the cover reveal of my upcoming book Class Act, I'd love to share art that I had made of these two characters. This art is NSFW so please glance over your shoulder to ensure that no one is looking. First, I'll share an excerpt of the scene. The image will follow. Art done by Arnild Aldepolla. You can find more NSFW and character art of the couple as well as coloring sheets on my Patreon.



“I really should go,” I said, thrown off completely by the kiss.

“Wait. Let me do this for you.”

Emery wiggled his way down to the floor on his knees, his intentions unclear until he reached for my belt buckle and undid it.

“Emery, no.” I almost choked on the words.

His hand stilled, and he pouted up at me. “Are you sure you want me to stop, Abe? Because I want to send you off to class with a smile on your face.”

I swallowed hard, too guilty to explicitly tell him yes and too whipped to tell him no. He pulled apart my buckle and quickly undid the button and the zipper.

He glanced up at me and kept my gaze as he reached into my boxers and removed my cock. My last resolve disappeared when he licked his lips and stared at my girth.

“One day, Abe,” he said softly. “One day you’re going to let me ride you until you come inside me. But for now, this is enough.”

“Christ, Emery.”

Emery’s tongue wrapped around the head of my cock and licked the prominent vein that traveled down my shaft. He shoved his hand back into my boxers and cupped my balls, squeezing gently while he sucked my cock head between his lips.

I hissed a breath out, and my toes curled as much as they could in my shoes. Emery backed off my cock, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Abe. Put your hands in my hair. Use my mouth and get off. I’ll love it. I promise.”

Mother of all that was going to land me in trouble. Emery wrapped his lips around my cock again, and this time, I dug my fingers into his hair gently.

He stroked me, removed his lips, and stared directly up at me. “Do it harder. I won’t break.”

“No talking,” I rasped, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. “Open up.”

I thrust my cock into his mouth, gripping his hair and angling his head in the perfect direction for me to slide down his throat. His eyes rolled behind his head and he moaned.

I knew he was no saint. He’d been very outspoken about wanting to have sex with me, but the reality of it all sank hard inside my gut at the way he looked wrecked, his lipstick ruined, his mouth straining around my cock, bubbles of spit forming at the sides as I pressed his head all the way down until his lips were flush against my pubes.

He gagged, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull away.

“Jesus, Emery.” His face was red, his pupils blown as if he was riding high.

It was then I noticed his arm moving up and down fast. He had his dick in his hand, jerking off while he sucked me off. His skirt mostly covered his dick, but I caught a peek of the flushed red head when he stroked down with a delicate hand topped by pretty French-tipped nails.

The contrast of his nails and his cock did the trick.

“Emery, I’m gonna come,” I warned.

But he sucked harder on my dick as I pumped my release onto his tongue. He swallowed around me and kept swallowing until he had it all. His face scrunched up, and he cried out, my cock slipping out of his mouth as he came right on my shoe.

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