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Fuck, the man was so goddamned fine, more potent than a shot of caffeine to my lagging system.
Keeping my fingers to myself was proving more difficult with every passing day. I just wanted to curl up against his side or starfish over his body, soak in his warmth, and fucking rest. Sure, I lusted for him to fuck my brains out, but more than anything, I yearned to feel the same contentment I’d experienced while sitting on the cold ground as evening had settled over us. I longed to lose myself to the huskiness of his tone outside the classroom where I was free to interact with him in whatever way I wished.
Refraining from pursuing what I wanted sucked ass and not with spine-tingling arousal I preferred to bring to life during a good eating out of someone’s hole.
“How are you holding up, Sean?” Matteo asked when I exited the lecture hall and sidled against him for a quick exchange like I’d been doing for the previous two weeks.
“Tired as hell.”
Matteo’s gaze flicked over me, probably noting the bags beneath my eyes that had become as permanent a fixture on my face as my nose.
Weakness rushed through me, and I wanted to lean into him, bask in his heat and strength. Allow him to hold me so I could steal some of his sturdiness I needed in my life.
“Sean.”
I blinked, having lost myself for a moment. “Yeah—I’m okay, Teach.” I forced a grin he didn’t return.
“I’m here for you,” he reminded me quietly.
His door was always open…
Nodding, I left him for my next class. But afterward? I allowed my feet to take me to the place I’d avoided out of respect for his wishes regardless of his assurances he was available should I need an ear.
What exact door he’d been referring to that night in the cemetery, I wasn’t sure, but there was nothing wrong with a student seeking out their professor for help. What I required from him just didn’t have anything to do with his class.
Same as the first time, I didn’t knock, simply let myself into Matteo’s office. Thankfully, he was alone.
“Sean.” His gaze flitted over me, concern in his dark eyes.
Sighing, I slumped in the chair across from him rather than onto his lap like I’d have preferred. My eyes closed against his steady study of my face, and I tipped my head back, slouching down enough I could rest against the seat.
“Sean?” he repeated, a question in his voice.
“I know you don’t want me here, Teach, but I just…need a minute of your energy. Your class is strangely the only place I feel peaceful even though everything about you vibrates the atoms in my body to the point of erupting.”
Matteo didn’t chuckle or make a joke about my word choice like I’d have done, considering the image in my head of my dick erupting cum all over his chest.
Huffing an annoyed exhale, I pried a single eyelid open. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmured while taking in his dark eyes and those lush lips I wanted to suck on again. “My Prince Charming come to life.” He’d look even better covered in my spunk.
Pink flushed his cheeks, and he cleared his throat, glancing down at the papers on the desk in front of him.
“I’m not sorry for being honest,” I stated, opening my other eye to trace my gaze over every inch of his face.
“I’m glad.” His quiet statement hit me hard, stirring interest in my balls.
A slow grin lifted my lips. “Professor Stoic is softening toward me, folks.”
“Not all of me, unfortunately.”
I barked a laugh, butterflies taking flight in my stomach as blood rushed southward. “Teach has found his flirting game!”
“Shut up,” he muttered, glancing at me, his face still pink, his eyes hungry.
“Fuck.” I pressed down on my suddenly aching groin.
He licked his lower lip but on instinct, not with teasing intent.
“I have to taste you again,” I gave him more honesty to see how he would respond.
