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It feels like he’s saying that to me as the guy he’s currently fucking and not his professor, and I clam up, glaring back at him.
“Yeah, I am. Right now, it’s class time. So act like it.”
His eyes widen even more. The room is silent as he shoots daggers at me with the intensity of his stare. I’ve fucked up, I know it. I let my irritation, albeit irrational, mess with my judgment, but something about him carrying on with these two students bothered me.
Calling him out was wrong. The last thing Pax wants is attention. He’s pissed at me, and I can already anticipate how he’s going to make me pay for it.
Suddenly, the timer on my computer goes off, breaking the tense silence in the room. As I quickly shut it off, the students put their pencils down and wait for my instruction. Pax is still watching me from the back row, and I feel his eyes on me for the rest of the class.
When it’s over, and the students start packing up, I decide I’m going to apologize to him. I’ll ask him to stay behind, and it’ll give me a chance to get his phone number anyway. I want to make it clear that he’s welcome to stay at my place again, if it means he doesn’t have to sleep on the ground. Out of the goodness of my heart.
And in hopes of another good-morning blow job.
But with the way he’s glaring at me now, the chances of that are getting slimmer by the second.
“Do you guys have class after this? Want to go grab a coffee?” the brunette asks, as they start to shuffle their way down the aisle.
“Sure,” the jock answers. “Pax?”
“I have another class.”
I’m busy packing up my stuff and saying goodbye to the other students when I feel his eyes on me, and I wonder if he actually has another class or if he’s making up an excuse not to have to talk to her anymore. I want to tell him that avoiding girls is going to give him away before being caught talking to me would.
“Mr. Smith, can I have a word?” I say to him as he passes by. The other students stare for a moment, and Pax just looks annoyed. He nods and waves to the others as they leave.
Then it’s just us. We’re alone, but the door is still wide open. He stalks toward it without a word, slamming it shut, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Pax, I want to apologize,” I say, but the words barely make it out of my mouth before he’s shoving me against the wall. “I shouldn’t have called you out like that.”
“Let’s get one thing clear, Mr. Litchfield,” he says, when our bodies are flush, and I’m pinched between him and the wall. His face is just inches from mine. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Don’t talk to me, look at me, or touch me. I don’t do relationships, so when we’re alone, I own you.”
His hand cups my dick forcefully, and I jump, but he doesn’t let me move. The tighter he holds me in place, the harder I get under his hand.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, Mr. Litchfield?”
I stare into his eyes without flinching. This is really not my MO, the one being pushed around, bullied and talked down to. Not that I’m usually doing this to others, but the guys I normally date don’t have the attitude or fire Pax does.
So why am I putting up with it now? Why do I let him talk to me like this? And why is my dick hardening so fast when I know I’m not going to let him fuck me here in this classroom. Not when he talks to me like this and refuses to open up to me. Whenever things get too personal for Pax, this is what he defaults to—pushing me around and trying to fuck me. All part of his defense, I know.
And I’m a stubborn mother fucker who wants to get inside that armor. But the more I enable this kind of behavior, the more he’s going to do it. It gets me nowhere. So instead of grinding into his hand like I want to, I relax against the wall.
“You’re in charge, Pax,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender. His expression falters for a moment, as I’m sure he wasn’t expecting my concession. We stare at each other for a long moment, waiting for the other person to do something, when he does what I least expect—he kisses me.
It’s soft and warm, his lips aren’t hungrily searching for something or forcing my lips apart with his tongue the way he did in the car yesterday. He’s kissing me like it’s a language only we speak, a silent conversation. The hand on my crotch releases its hold and it drifts upward, snaking its way around my waist and pulling me closer. My hands are on his sides, running my fingers along the hard muscle of his body.
As his tongue slides against mine, he lets out a soft hum, and my fingers dig into his back.
“Come over tonight,” I breathe against his mouth.
“Okay,” he replies quickly before diving back in. The hand he was using to prop himself up against the wall digs into my hair, curving my body harder against his. I’ve never dated a man this much taller than me, and I’ve got to say, I fucking love it. He engulfs me, making me feel like a small plaything in the hands of a giant.
This kiss feels like it will never end, and I never want it to, but the sound of the heavy door being opened is like an alarm going off. Pax and I tear away from each other, our mouths both red and swollen from the kiss. We both position our bodies away from the door, so whoever is about to walk in doesn’t spot the massive erections we’re both sporting.
I’m prepared to be horrified at being seen alone with a student, but I’m actually massively relieved when Everly peeks her head in.
“Oh, hey,” she stammers, quickly averting her eyes and ducking back out. “Sorry.”
Pax looks horrified, and I can see the anxiety building behind his eyes. I touch his arm and give him a silent reassurance.
