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I did not want to have Matteo look at me in the same way, but…
Oh, the but of that truth was powerful as fuck.
His feeling right to me, like I’d told him, went bone deep, and not just to my hard dick whenever I remembered dropping to my knees to get him off free of charge. I’d been so needy for him, I’d gone against EEMM’s rules, hooking up with my goddamned professor, for fuck’s sake.
Wrong on more than one level probably, but I couldn’t find a single fuck to give, nor guilt to bother me.
I’d had Matteo’s taste on my tongue. His cum inside one of my two holes I wanted him to fill up over and over again.
Jesus, I’m a mess.
I blinked in bleary, tired-as-hell movements that did nothing to bring Teach into focus. It had been a long night, a demanding Tuesday booking that had squeezed every penny’s worth from my body.
The client had been rough too, something I hadn’t been in the mood for, but the rich prick from overseas wouldn’t have understood my pleas to go easy if I’d asked it of him. He’d barely spoken a lick of English, but his hands and dick had stated enough for his mouth. Wanting what he’d paid for, he’d taken his fill of me until I’d sprawled on the hotel bed like a rag doll, drained and wasted.
I’d found release with the help of a little blue pill once to his three climaxes? Four?
My ass ached, and I shifted on the hard chair that offered zero comfort to my sore backside.
For the first time since selling my body for cash, I hadn’t enjoyed myself. It had been a chore to bend over, and after getting off, I’d counted down the minutes until the guy’s night with me ended.
I hadn’t told a soul—not even Drake. The last thing I needed was a reason to catch shit from him or Micah. And if Dad found out I grew weary with whoring myself out?
He would probably laugh or mutter something about not being surprised.
Huffing, I attempted to pull my attention back on where it needed to be, but the sight sent my libido into rev mode.
Professor D’Angelo stood a few feet in front of me, leaning against his desk like he was fond of doing while lecturing, and all I could think about was him using me how my client had. All. Night. Long. Insatiable as fuck with grabby hands.
My dick plumped up at the thought, and I sighed, wishing I could bust a nut with Teach, close my eyes while wrapped in his arms, and sleep for three days straight.
My stomach paid for the lack of rest too, burning and roiling from downing a shit ton of coffee. Even though I wanted to pass the fuck out, jitters from too much caffeine twitched my muscles and made sitting still even more difficult than usual.
Teach actually glanced my way, and our gazes entangled in knots after too long of not connecting. My dick plumped up with true arousal, and the slight smile I offered turned as feral as my need. Tension, hot and thick, swelled between us, and I lusted to get on my knees right there in front of everyone and suck him off. Drink down his cum, my ears filled with the sweet curses then praise falling from his lips.
Jesus, I’m fucking obsessed with him.
He turned away, and I heaved a sigh, dropping my focus to my empty notebook. Those delicious few minutes in his office had been a one and done in his eyes…but not mine.
And I was fine as fuck with wanting more. A shit ton more of that man. Up my ass. Down my throat. In my bed, on my couch. Hell, in my fucking car. He’d crashed straight through my stance on freedom for life, instead making me wish for exclusivity and permanency.
The girl on my left cleared her throat quietly, and I glanced at her. Lips pursed, she sniffed at me before turning away.
Guess she caught onto that little…whatever it was between Teach and I.
Once class ended, I lagged in packing up my stuff—my notebook as blank as when I’d opened it to a clean page almost an hour earlier.
“Thursday?” I asked Jazzie quietly as they readied to head out too.
“Sean.” Their smile looked pained, their dark eyes concerned. “You need to take better care of yourself. You’re going to burn out at this pace.”
I guessed I still appeared haggard as shit, same as when I’d peered with bleary eyes into the mirror that morning.
“Don’t have a choice.” I shoved to my feet, my entire body at war with itself. Restless energy and exhaustion. If Jazzie could do it with their crazy-assed schedule, I could too. “So…Thursday?”
They sighed and nodded.
“You’re the best.”
