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“Yep, that’s the one. I’m on a sevens team here in the city. We’ve got a tournament coming up so lots of practice at the moment.”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m not even going to pretend I understood any of that.”
I nod. “Fair.”
Fuck, I really want to know what he’s doing here, but I’m too chicken to ask. Does this mean he’snotfreaking out about last week? Or maybe he wants to talk about Izzy and is mature enough to put what happened to the side. Yeah, that makes sense. “So what’s up?” I ask, heading into the classroom and making a beeline for my desk.
“Ah…well, I came to get Izzy but I guess I got my days mixed up.”
I turn back and arch an eyebrow at him, smirking when I see a faint blush touch his cheeks.Liar, liar.“Yeah, Kit picked her up. Almost two hours ago.”
He offers a bashful smile. “Okay, fine. That’s not why I’m here.” He steps completely into the room and shuts the door behind him. Looking me squarely in the eye, he says, “I want a repeat.”
I swallow hard, a shiver running through my body at the mere sound of the word ‘repeat’. And fucking hell, those eyes. How are they so freakin’ blue? And so intense? My cock is already responding to the power of that gaze; I really need it to just chill and not take over my brain again like last time. “You want to have sex again?”
“I want you to fuck me again,” he says, making it clear he sees a distance difference between his regular sex life and the anal sex he only seeks out when he needs to relieve a ton of tension.
Despite the action in my pants, a wave of doubt washes over me and I frown in hesitation. I think maybe if he hadn’t provided that emphatic clarification, I’d have him up against my classroom door right now—screw the consequences. But now all I can think is that he doesn’t consider sex with me—or any man for that matter—to be real sex. Just something he does when he needs stress relief, because apparently toys don’t get the job done.
Maybe I’m reading too much into it—Skyler would definitely tell me I am—but I just can’t shake that feeling of unease. And it’s not only his comment just now; there were plenty of red flags last week as well. There’s nothing wrong with Tanner’s attitude, or his behavior; I’m certainly not going to judge him if this is what he needs. But I don’t think I can be that person for him. I don’t do casual flings at the best of times, and this is most definitely not that.
And then there’s that whole other issue regarding me being his daughter’s teacher. Let’s not forget that.
I seriously deserve a medal for what I’m about to do. Maybe just one more time would be okay…? Fucking hell. I manage to shake the thought out of my mind, knowing that’s just my dick trying to get its own way.
Before I lose all my willpower and give into the temptation laid out before me, I shake my head. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me. “Because of the rules?”
I shrug. “It’s just not a good idea.”
“It was a pretty good idea last week…”
I offer a wry smirk. “No it wasn’t. I just wasn’t thinking with the right brain.”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “I guess you have a point there.” He lifts a hand to rub over his forehead. “To be honest, this isn’t something I usually do. Ask for a repeat, I mean. But then I don’t usually hook up with people I know, so…”
“So why are you here then?” I ask curiously.
He shrugs. “Because I want your cock in me again. I kind of figured if I didn’t see you for a while that urge to be fucked would disappear like it usually does. But it’s been a week and I still really fucking need a dick in my ass.”
Wow. Okay. Not going to lie, it’s kind of weird having a conversation like this in a room withagiantThe Very Hungry Caterpillarposter on the wall. Despite the less than sexy ambiance, hearing those words fall from his lips cause my cock to throb painfully. But my brain can’t help catching on the words “a dick”…not necessarilymydick.
“So usually you don’t need this whole stress relief thing that often?” I can’t deny I’m incredibly curious about how this whole thing works. I mean, I can understand why the endorphins from sex would be great for getting rid of tension, but how did he even figure out anal is what worked for him if he’s otherwise straight?
“Generally, it’s at least a month or two between…” he trails off with a shrug. “It’s really just a last resort option. I have some…issues, and I can usually cope pretty well with a bunch of other methods. But there are times when I just feel like I’m suffocating and everything is coming down on me, and none of my usual things are working. I need help letting it all go.”
Okay, so a little more than run of the mill stress then. Although I imagine the pressures of a job like Tanner’s probably don’t help when he’s going through periods like the ones he’s describing.
“But you’re saying last week didn’t work?” I frown in concern. I’m not thrilled at the idea of being nothing but a coping mechanism, but I like the idea of him failing to get any relief from our hook-up even less. “You still feel like you’re…suffocating?”
He shakes his head, suddenly looking a little lost. “No, it worked. This week’s been great. There have been the usual stressors, obviously, but it’s not like it was last Monday. And that’s the really messed up part—I’ve never needed to be fucked at a time when I wasn’t on the verge of a breakdown. Until this week.”
Well, that’s interesting. I think I’d be a little more excited if he weren’t using words like “messed up” and wearing an expression that makes it clear how uncomfortable he is with this new turn of events. He might be here begging for me to fuck him again, but it seems that’s only because it’s what his body is telling him he needs. Not because his head or heart want it.
So I’m going to refer to my earlier objection. I’m sure Skyler would love a job as a walking sex toy, but it’s not for me. It might sound crazy, but I need my partners to actually want more from me than my cock.
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea,” I say gently. I hate that I have to deny him after what I’ve just learned, but it’s not as though I’m the only guy in New York. I’m sure he’ll find someone more than willing to fuck him in a matter of minutes on an app or at a bar.
