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“Damned right I do,” Matteo surprised me with his candor along with a light laugh I wanted to hear more of every single day. “And it’s that attitude right there, that confidence, that shines through like sunlight in my world I kept dim on purpose because I didn’t believe I deserved to be happy again.”
My grin faded, but the feeling of weightlessness his declaration brought to my chest remained.
“What I’m saying, Sean, is that you don’t need someone else’s approval to find joy. It shines out of you so damn brightly—it’s addictive.” Matteo sucked in a shuddering breath. “It’s a part of who you are, but the contentment part? That won’t come from proving yourself to anyone. Trust me, I tried with Katie’s family. To this day, all but her one sister blames me for her death even though I’d been as powerless as them to save her.
“You walked into my classroom a confident young man bursting with life in August, but you’re fading. Tired and unhappy, you said you’d been feeling that day in the cemetery. If people can’t accept you as-is, then that’s their loss. This human experience is too short to waste your time on what doesn’t bring you joy.”
Talk about a fucking pill to swallow.
“That wasn’t a loaded speech at all,” I whispered, shifting with restless energy while trying to hold myself back from attacking the man I more than merely lusted for. His attentive gaze, the solidity of his older soul tugged on the strings of my heart.
Fuck it.
Deciding to act on his advice to take what would make me smile, I hopped up and rounded his desk, spinning his chair toward me.
Matteo went to hold up his hand, but I swooped in and planted my lips on his before he could stop me from going for what I wanted.
Fucking hell, his mouth was divine. His rushed exhale was sweet in my nose, filling my lungs. I grasped his scruffy cheeks and held him still while sliding my tongue inside to taste him. He was happiness and sunshine, a soothing warmth I would never get enough of.
“Need you,” I murmured against his mouth, groaning when he grasped my hips and tugged me closer.
I climbed aboard the Teach train, making myself comfortable as hell on his lap even though it was a tight squeeze between the chair’s arms. Mouth glued to his, I writhed atop him, loving how his dick swelled against mine with matching hunger.
“Sean.” He gasped as I bit at his jawline.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging, claiming his lips again to keep him from denying me.
His hands grasped my backside, a deep groan rumbling his chest as he thrust against me.
Fuck yes.
I grabbed at his hair, his shoulders, desperate for an anchor in the sea of desire threatening to drown us. “Matteo,” I whispered his name—and abruptly erupted like a pubescent teen. “Oh God—fucking Christ.” I choked on a hard swallow, grinding my pulsing dick against his, cursing the clothing between us. “You made me come. Jesus,” I hissed and grabbed his face again, devouring his mouth.
My pulse raced as aftershocks ripped through me.
Matteo hugged me tight through my release until I collapsed against his chest. Nuzzling against his neck, I exhaled a shaky breath and rested. Sated. Fucking happy as shit in our stolen moment.
The door opened, but neither of us moved.
Matteo faced whoever had entered—probably Hanson—but he didn’t tense, didn’t push me away or hop up to defend himself. He simply held me, allowed me to feel peace in his firm grip for a moment longer.
A quiet snick sounded without a word exchanged, and we were alone once more.
“My naughty, naughty boy,” Matteo murmured against my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down each vertebrae of my spine. “You’re going to get me in trouble, but I can’t find it in myself to care when you’re so sweet and pliant in my arms.”
I loved being his good boy, but in that moment, nothing sounded better than naughty.
But we couldn’t linger.
He had class, and I had soaked underwear that would grow cold and uncomfortable as fuck sooner rather than later.
Chapter 21
Matteo
Hanson had walked in on me in a terribly compromising situation but had backed out after making eye contact with me. He’d shaken his head, his disappointment in me apparent, but had left without saying a word.
I trusted our friendship, but how far would he go to protect me from the same fate as those who’d failed before me in touching what was off-limits according to school policy?
