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Professor D’Angelo stood with his back to me facing a sunlit window. His shoulders sagged. “I’m failing,” he muttered as I quietly shut the door behind me.
“In what?” I asked, and Teach jolted around, quickly glancing down over my not-so-relaxed posture.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked, that low tone of his doing yummy things to my balls.
I shrugged, quickly taking in the office he obviously shared with someone since two desks occupied the space. Professor Hanson, I assumed since they both taught in the same department and they’d been out for dinner together two weeks earlier. I also recognized the navy cardigan dropped over one of the rolling chairs as Professor Hanson’s favorite.
“You need to leave.” Teach’s tone wavered, the wanting in his eyes suggesting he hoped I would do the exact opposite.
So, I moved inward, strangely desperate to please his instinctive craving rather than his words.
“Sean…” he whispered and swallowed hard, backing against the window as I closed in on him. “What are you doing?”
I dropped my bag and reached for his face. His scruff scraped at my palms, waking my nerve endings and shooting a weird tingling throughout my body. “Kissing you,” I murmured, my heart in my throat.
His lips parted, but I didn’t give him a chance to talk me out of what I needed more than breath. Teach’s hands grabbed hold of my hips as I pressed my mouth to his.
A rushed exhale of relief emptied my lungs at the softness of his lips.
Professor D’Angelo groaned and yanked me closer rather than pushing me away.
Internally squealing with glee, I flicked out my tongue.
He let me in.
Chapter 12
Matteo
The warmth of the sunbeams caressing my back through the window didn’t compare to the heat of Sean’s lean, tight body pressed against my front. His mouth on mine turned my blood incendiary in a flash. My face burned where his hands touched my skin, and I whimpered…whimpered…as I tasted him for the first time.
He was sweet as caramel with a hint of bitter coffee, and I licked into his mouth, addicted after a single stroke of my tongue along his.
A ravenous hunger awoke inside me with roaring force, swelling my cock to the point of aching in seconds. I’d been starved for touch for so damn long, without affection or intimacy of any kind…every inch of me yearned for more.
Ears ringing in a rush of lust, I clutched him closer, hands sliding to his ass for something to hold onto, a grounding force to keep my mind from scattering to the ends of the earth.
Hardness met mine, and our desire doubled, his fingers finding purchase in my hair. Panted breaths accompanied our lashing tongues dueling for dominance. Fingertips bruised. Teeth nipped. Groans and gasps filled the heated air around us.
It had been decades since I’d come hands-free from dry humping, and my balls raced toward a collision course with release.
“Matteo,” Sean whispered against my lips, and pre-cum slickened my throbbing cockhead.
Not professor. Not Teach.
He called me by my name with heady desire as though he needed to taste all that I was, every hidden part of me.
Sean shoved his hands between us to get at my belt, and I sagged against the warm window, defenseless against the onslaught of lust coursing through me.
It had been years since someone visibly wanted me, since I’d heard my name spoken with such reverence and yearning.
Breathing heavily, I did nothing to stop Sean’s deft fingers from unbuckling my belt. He unzipped my slacks and shoved his hand beneath my boxer briefs, unhindered by my better sense.
“Fuck,” I whispered as his hand closed around my aching length.
He took my mouth again, swallowing my moan, devouring the noises rising from inside me.
I trembled at his firm grip, the way his thumb caressed over my slit, spreading the welling slickness I imagined painting over his puckered hole.
