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A slow smirk curled his lush mouth still reddened and swollen from being a fuck toy for my cock.
I tamped down a moan at the memory of his blue eyes staring up at me with delicious hunger.
“I’d rather come than go,” he stated, taking my hand from his chest to lift my knuckles to his lips, “but I’ll do as told.” Sean pressed the pillow of his soft lips to my skin. “This once.”
A jolt of lust swept through my groin. My entire body tensed at the tease of his tongue between my first two knuckles as though he licked over my asshole.
Jesus…was that something I wanted? Would I ever allow someone to…
No. Absolutely not.
I yanked my hand from his, and he chuckled, adjusting his bulge.
“Until next time, Teach.” He grabbed his bag off the floor he’d dropped and sauntered away. The fine globes of his ass flexed beneath his jeans, and I curled my hands into fists, hopelessly hanging on to the memory of how those cheeks had fit in my palms.
My imagination ran away from me.
Taut yet juicy, his ass would jiggle from a healthy slap. Bounce beneath my grasping hands as I pounded into?—
I clenched my eyes shut to better enjoy the idea of owning him. Fucking deep into his body until he begged me to let him come.
My lips would spill countless words of praise while he coated the sheets with his release. His hole would squeeze me like a vise, milking every drop of my cum until I filled him full.
The door shut quietly, and I stumbled to my desk, the rush and wane of adrenaline making me weak.
I slumped into my chair, my head falling forward to thump against oak—I didn’t feel the pain, simply reminded myself to inhale.
A squeak of hinges and the change of air pressure notified me my too-short moment of privacy in my shared office had ended, but I couldn’t be bothered to lift my eyes. No tingles raced over my skin as I’d identified too late when Sean had joined me.
“Hanson,” I muttered, my voice as wrecked as my aching insides.
“What did you do, Matteo?” His low, quiet voice whispered his suspicions, without doubt having scented sex on the air.
“Something so very, very wrong.”
Chapter 13
Sean
I ceased to exist in Matteo D’Angelo’s world in the weeks following our little naughty blow job in his office.
He ignored my presence every time I walked into his classroom. He avoided eye contact whenever I stared him down, desperate for a single second of his attention. He dismissed my raised hands and my attempts to talk to him in the crowded hallway.
I’d given in to the urge and finally texted him for clarification on something he’d stated in class—just like he’d told us to do that first day of introductions—rather than asking if he missed my mouth like I wanted to.
He did as asked but never answered my follow-up question about his day.
No longer did he rush to escape the room either. He simply stepped outside the door and lingered where students leaving and coming in for his next class didn’t allow anyone a moment alone with him.
Short of getting in his face and pressing against his hard body again, I couldn’t figure out how to break through his walls.
He’d called me his good boy, his voice wrecked as fuck, but I hadn’t been able to tell if it was from coming down my throat or a sense of guilt over what we’d done—something supposedly forbidden by school policy.
There was no denying the chemistry between us, the desire born of instinctively knowing a good time could be had by all.
If only he wanted more of what we’d shared, which he obviously didn’t.
He’d asked me to make him proud, but I fucking struggled, same as I always had with doing what was proper in others’ eyes. Dad had countless rules in his household I’d attempted to obey, but I always failed then was reminded about how much of a disappointment I’d been.
