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“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to bottom, okay?” His blue eyes studied me with kindness rather than judgment. “I know you’re new to this gay stuff, but please, for love of my dick, don’t ever think you aren’t enough, that you’re less than—because you’re everything.”
My throat tightened, and I nodded, understanding why he’d used those precise words he’d often thought about himself. “Be a good boy, Sean, and give me your mouth.”
Chapter 32
Sean
Three weeks left, I told myself while my man leaned against his desk in all his delicious virile manliness and lectured the class.
I didn’t hear a damned word he said since I was too busy reliving our weekend together in my head. My ass still ached from the action back there, and I’d lost count of the number of climaxes I’d had in those three days. A few more than Matteo, but his old ass kept up with my needy one, offering me fingers the night before when his dick refused to rouse for our fourth or was it fifth go-round?
Poor baby. I’d given his pecker a few smooches, telling him it was okay and that I wasn’t offended—I’d gotten off anyway. That bit of teasing had earned me a swift swat to my backside that had bloomed red and pretty alongside the purple splotches he’d sucked all over my ass.
I loved having his marks on me. His cum smeared over my body and deep inside my ass. I loved…
My chest tightened as he slid his gaze my way, lingering briefly on my mouth before moving on to Jazzie.
A sigh ripped through me, and had anyone looked at my face in that moment, they would have seen how clearly I crushed on my professor. But he was just too goddamned delicious to not stare at.
Those shoulders. The scruff. The dark, piercing eyes that didn’t miss a thing. Those strong hands and long fingers that knew how to stroke me just right.
Fuck me, I wanted him again.
We hadn’t exactly put a label on what we were, but there was no question where we stood when it came to ownership and our commitment to one another. Insecurities plagued him as much as they did me, something I never would have guessed upon first meeting my stoic professor, but he’d allowed me in, shared his innermost secrets with me.
The bitch on my left cleared her throat again as though annoyed by my heart eyes, but I couldn’t find a single fuck to give.
Class ended, and I tore my focus off Matteo to close my notebook I hadn’t written a damn word on. My cell buzzed in my back pocket, and I pulled it free.
Micah: I got the anchor his promotion along with a night with Jimmy since he’s partial to blonds. We’re in the clear.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I muttered, and the weight I hadn’t paid notice to thanks to my weekend in Matteo’s bed fled completely. Talk about a fucking relief. For the first time, I didn’t even care Micah had been the one to save the day.
“You okay?” Jazzie asked, and grinning, I went to text Micah back, but another message popped up from him.
Micah: Mind if I swing by your place tonight? There’s something else I need to discuss with you.
Well, that wasn’t sobering at all.
Me: Yeah.
There was no point in asking him what he wanted to talk about. His planned meetings weren’t ever on screen and usually ended up with me feeling like shit for fucking up again.
Guess my plans for sitting on Matteo’s dick after dinner would have to take a back seat to work.
I hoofed it out of class behind Jazzie, and the second they waved and disappeared into the crowd, I sidled up a little too close to Teach where he lingered by his classroom door.
“Sean,” he greeted me, his tone warm even though he stepped to the side to put some distance between us.
Oops.
It was just so goddamned hard to stay away from him when he was right fucking there.
We’d discussed acceptable behavior while on campus, and while it sucked ass I couldn’t kiss his face off and claim him publicly, I would enjoy the hell out of breathing his scent deep into my lungs. And that boner from close proximity? Fuck yeah. He was so goddamned hot.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, glancing up and down the hallway with watchful eyes.
“Sorry, Teach.” I grinned until his stoic facade broke the slightest bit, his brown orbs promising a yummy punishment if I didn’t cut shit out. “So, tonight?—”
