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I’m about to send him away when the tight reins I’ve held on my own desire finally snap and I find myself saying, “’I can give you something else, though.”
His eyes widen in question. “Something else?”
I stride across the carpet, removing the distance between us until I’m right in front him, crowding him against the classroom door. “My mouth,” I say, because apparently I’m a masochist after all. “I can give you that.”
So there’s no confusion over exactly what I’m offering, I reach down between us and palm the front of his pants, over his stiff dick.
Tanner lets out a soft groan at my touch, his eyes falling closed. “Like last week?”
“Like last week.”
His eyes open and he hits me with a piercing look. “But you won’t fuck me?”
“Just my mouth, Tanner. Take it or leave it.”
I give his dick a firm squeeze through the fabric of his pants and he lets out a groan. “Fuck yeah, suck me. Want to come on your face.”
He looks adorably shocked to have admitted that desire out loud, and I can’t help smiling. I so badly want to tell him to go for it, but I’ve just remembered I’m supposed to be meeting up with Sullivan in about ten minutes. Not the ideal time for a facial.
“Maybe when I’m not at my place of work,” I say wryly. Fuck, I can’t even believe those words have left my mouth. I’m actually going to do this? Here? In my classroom?
Part of my brain is screaming that there’s still time to turn back, and that if I really want to do this I can wait for a more opportune time and place, but it’s being completely drowned out by the desire and anticipation curling inside me. My mouth is watering at the mere prospect of swallowing Tanner’s dick again, and I haven’t even taken it out of his pants.
“Did you want to go somewhere more…suitable?” he asks.
“We have about five minutes before I have to leave for practice,” I tell him. “So you’re going to fuck my throat right here and pray no one catches us.”
“I see bossy Deacon’s back,” he says with a smirk as he hastily unfastens his fly and shoves his suit pants and boxer briefs down his thighs.
And that’s how I end up on my knees on my classroom floor with Tanner Grimsay’s cock down my throat.
CHAPTER10
TANNER
Istill don’t know how that all happened. One moment I’m convincing myself that whatever lingering thoughts and urges I still had regarding last Monday night would simply go away in time, and the next I’m tracking Deacon down at school, using some lame excuse about a mix-up with Izzy’s schedule to explain my presence—like I didn’t know full well that school had let out two hours earlier and she was well and truly home safe with Kit. And because that’s not already mortifying enough, I just had to go and beg him to fuck me. Again. And watch him choke on my dick. Again. And ramble about coming on his face. Again.
Fucking hell.
The second I get home I head straight for my bedroom. I need to check on Izzy, but not just yet. I’m way too wound up right now; I need to calm down first so I can give her my full attention.
When I get to my bedroom, I start stripping out my suit, layers of designer businesswear falling to the carpet like a breadcrumb trail leading toward the ensuite. I wouldn’t normally leave my clothes strewn all over the floor like this, but right now I just need to get into the shower and feel the hot water on my skin. And the mess will give me something to focus on later.
I get the shower running to the right temperature and step inside, letting out a sigh as the sharp pressure from the waterfall shower head causes the water to prickle all over my skin like hot little pin pricks.
I stand there for a moment as the water sprays down on me, relieving a little of the tension that’s been building since I awkwardly tucked my cock back in my pants and slipped out of the classroom about thirty seconds after coming spectacularly down Deacon’s throat.
Why the fuck did I go there? Why did I let him suck me? Did he expect me to help him get off as well? Does he think I’m a selfish dick now? Fuck, Iama selfish dick. He said he didn’t want anything casual and I talked him into doing something anyway. And why the fuck do I keep asking to come on his face?
Fucking hell.
I let out a groan, my hand coming up to wipe my wet hair back from my face. So much for relieving the tension.
I shift sideways and rest my head against the tiles, closing my eyes as I breathe in some cooler air. The prickles of hot water pierce my back, and it feels nice; but I know I can’t shut out reality forever.
I open my eyes and frown down at the thick erection standing up between my thighs. I don’t understand why this keeps happening. I’ve never gotten hard in the aftermath of a hook-up before. Or in the lead-up to one. During one, sure—my anus is ridiculously sensitive so it really doesn’t take much.
But I’ve been springing boners left and right whenever I’ve so much as thought about Deacon’s dick over the past week. It’s been strange, but I can understand it—at least to an extent. As I told Deacon, I have no clue why I’m reacting like this to him, but I do know his cock is what I want from him. His cock is what brings me pleasure and peace and relief, so it makes a weird kind of sense that I’d be aroused by the thought of it, even if that’s never happened before.
