Wait, what?
No.
He couldn’t be blaming himself for everything that happened. Did he really feel like he had somehow betrayed me?
“I would do it all over again if I could,” I say, my heart beating so fast and loud that I’m afraid I might actually collapse right here in front of him. Even if I do, what does it matter? I have nothing to lose at this point. I’ve already embarrassed myself so many times. Too many times. What’s one more? “I’ve never felt the way I felt last night. The way I felt when you…” I swallow hard again, doing my best to force the words out in spite of how hot my face is getting right now. “When you touched me. And k-kissed me.”
“It can’t happen again,” he says, shaking his head as the words I’ve been dreading tumble out of his mouth. “You and I both have so much to lose, and the fallout would just be…” He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them again as if he’s struggling with something inside himself. His mouth is saying no, but his eyes… They’re saying something else. “We can’t,” he says again. “It would be wrong.”
“Not if we don’t tell anyone,” I whisper.
I can actually see the color drain from his face as his hand moves toward me again. But then he stops himself. Again. He opens his mouth to say something, but I can’t stand the thought of hearing him reject me again.
Maybe it is wrong.
Maybe it is a bad idea.
But I don’t want to hear it.
And how could something that’s supposed to be so bad still feel so good? How could something bad make my dick so hard it feels like it might actually break off?
I move closer just as he’s about to speak, and this is the moment of truth. My chest touches his. My body presses up against him as if it’s made for just that purpose. My cock throbs so hard that I actually moan as I close my eyes and part my lips.
For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to push me away. My stomach tightens at the thought, and it will crush me if it happens.
For a moment, I think my gamble might backfire.
And then I feel his arms around me, pulling me close as his lips finally, finally meet mine again.
I must be in heaven.
My heart must have literally burst and I must be dead right now because this is too good to be real, too hot to be anything but some sort of heavenly reward for dying a virgin.
But it doesn’t stop, even after I crack one eye open and discover that I’m not actually dead, after all. This is really happening. He’s kissing me again.
In his classroom.
I grind my cock against his leg without even realizing, desperate for some sort of relief. And even though I should be mortified, I can’t make myself stop.
He grabs my ass and growls—growls—directly into my mouth. I realize that I’m not the only one who is painfully hard as something way too big to be a penis presses into my stomach.
“Fuck,” he groans, sucking in a sharp breath as he tears away from our kiss and looks down at me. He’s still holding me tight and his pupils are blown wide but I can actually see his conflicted emotions in his expression as he fights with whatever it is inside that’s holding him back. “We shouldn’t…”
I grind my hips against him and stand on my toes to kiss him again before he can finish that sentence. I’m practically humping his leg right now, but I don’t care. He isn’t making me stop, and that feels like a win.
“Wait,” he says. “Wait.” His hands move to my hips and he holds me there for a moment as he takes a step back. It’s painful—and not just because I can feel his fingers digging into the exposed skin where my shirt has started to ride up my sides.
It’s painful because I don’t want this moment to end. I don’t want him to tell me no again. I don’t want to hear about what we should or shouldn’t be doing.
I just want him.
He gives me a hard look and then turns toward the door, leaving me standing there open-mouthed as he walks away.
I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to call after him and tackle him and beg him for just one more minute of his time, one more kiss before we have to end it for good.
But when he gets to the door, he doesn’t open it. He doesn’t leave.
Instead, he reaches up and turns the lock, loud click of the deadbolt sliding into place reverberates in my head as he turns back around to face me.
I can see all of him now.
He must have subdued whatever other feelings he’s been fighting because all I can see in his eyes right now is pure desire.
Heat.
Sex.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his low, gravelly voice making my whole body tremble. “Tell me now if it isn’t, and I’ll unlock this door so you can leave.”
No way.
Not in a million years.
“I want it,” I say, the words nearly drowned out by the frantic beating of my heart. “Please.”
It’s like I can see something snap inside of him as I utter that last word.
And oh my God, he’s moving toward me.
I don’t know what’s happening, but I might just die if it stops.
Chapter Seven
Nick
I lock my classroom door and I know there’s no turning back.
I’m past the point of caring, though. There will be hell to pay if we get caught but I’m not thinking about the consequences of my actions right now.
All I’m thinking about—all I can see—is this beautiful, wide-eyed young man in front of me.
“I want it,” he says. “Please.”
Jesus.
Hearing him beg for my attention? For my touch?
It does something to me, breaks something inside of me, shuts down the part of my brain that gives a damn about rules and boundaries and whatever the fuck society thinks I should do.
“Fuck,” I murmur, finally reaching him again and cupping his face with both of my hands as I look down into his eyes. He’s beautiful. He’s innocent. He’s nervous but not scared—I can see the desire in his eyes and hear it in the way his breath hitches as he waits for me to make the next move. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”
He shakes his head because of course he doesn’t. How could he know?
Colton isn’t experienced. He doesn’t know how sexy and seductive his fresh, young face is. He might realize it someday. He might learn how to take advantage of those innocent looks and that crooked, charming smile, that thin, hot body that fits so well against mine.
He doesn’t understand the power he holds yet, but he’s eager to learn. He’s a blank canvas.
And today? Right now? This minute?
He’s all mine.
“Come over here,” I say, leading him away from the door to the far corner of my classroom. I press both of my palms against his slender chest, gently pushing him up against the wall as I slowly let my hands roam down over his taut body until I reach the hem of his shirt.
I pause, unsure of which direction I should take. He’s standing perfectly still in front of me, his eyes on my hands as they move and explore.
He sucks in a sharp breath as I lift his shirt and let the tips of my fingers skim across his bare flesh. The heat from his body is rolling off of him in waves, making it hard for me to concentrate. I want to enjoy every second of this, to draw it out as long as possible as I slowly uncover more of that delicious body.
It feels a little like unwrapping a present that I’ve been waiting for all year as I lift his shirt higher, past his tight, defined abs until I can see those two dime-sized, dusky pink nipples that are just begging for me to taste and touch.
“Oh my God…” His voice is a raspy whisper as I lean in and tease those sexy little nipples with the tip of my tongue. My hands are still holding his shirt up, still holding him firmly against the wall as I playfully let my teeth skim across his sensitive skin. “Oh… please…”
I love the way he squirms and presses his chest against my mouth,
giving himself to me as he begs for more.
My cock throbs hard in my pants, threatening to explode if I don’t give it some attention and the release it’s craving.
But not yet.
Not until I’ve had a chance to explore more of his beautiful body with my hands and my mouth.
“Take this off,” I say, already lifting his shirt up over his head.
He obeys without a word, without even hesitating.
Jesus, his permissive innocence is so fucking addictive. Again, I’m tempted to rush things, to even be a little rough as I take everything he’s offering me.
No.
Take it slowly.
Enjoy this moment.
I take a deep breath, steadying my hands as I move them down to unbutton his jeans. I unfasten the button and slowly, carefully lower the zipper, pausing as his blue cotton boxers peek out.
His cock is already making an obscene tent in his jeans, and I can’t help but tease him a little as I palm his hard length through his jeans.
“Yes,” he whimpers, his hips jerking as he presses himself against my palm. “Please, Professor Bradshaw…”
Fuck.
So fucking sexy.
I open my mouth, ready to remind him that he can call me Nick when we’re alone, but then I close it again. We’re in my classroom, for God’s sake. As dirty and wrong as it might be, professor makes it all seem more real.
And more urgent.
“Easy, beautiful,” I say, easing his jeans and boxers down just a little, pausing for a moment to kiss that sexy little indentation just above his hip bone. So perfect. “I’m going to give you everything you need, okay? Do you trust me, Colton?”
“Yes,” he answers, his voice hitching as I expose more of him. “I do trust you. Please, just…”
My God, I’ll never get enough of his begging. He needs me right now and I love it.
I’ve pulled his boxers down to the base of his cock, and I lean back to enjoy the view as first his pubes and then inch after inch of his smooth, hard shaft comes into view.
I stop just before I get to the ridge of his cock head, teasing him and myself by drawing out the moment as long as possible.
“Please,” he whimpers, nearly making me come in my pants right then and there. “I need you, sir.”
Oh, fuck yeah.
I don’t want to wait any longer. Even if I did want to, I’m pretty sure my need to taste him and my own cock’s eagerness to be free would overrule every other thought I might have.
I pull his jeans and boxers down around his thighs, unable to stop myself from grinning selfishly as his pretty, perfect cock finally burst free of the thin fabric that had been barely containing it.
Mine.
All mine.
His cock pulses as I wrap my hand around it. His shaft is hot and smooth, and I slowly stroke it as I lean in to flick my tongue across his slit.
He’s the perfect mixture of sweet and salty, and to hell with waiting and teasing and taking things slowly. I take the head into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue as I slide my hand back down to the base of his cock, holding it there as he bucks his hips and moans my name.
“Oh my God, yes.” His voice is a hoarse whisper, and I look up to see that his eyes are closed and his head is resting against the wall. Yeah, he’s enjoying this moment just as much as I am.
I lean back, letting his cock fall from my mouth. I’m still stroking it, though, still loving the needy little whimper that escapes his throat when he thinks he’s not getting the attention he craves.
“Open those pretty eyes,” I say. “I want you to look at me when you come in my mouth.”
His cock twitches at my demand and I realize just how much he enjoys being bossed around like that. If I ever get a chance to see him outside of class again, he and I are going to have a lot more fun.
But no.
I can’t think about that now. I shouldn’t even be going this far with a student, let alone making plans for another time.
Fuck, he’s tempting me, though.
His eyes are locked onto mine now, and he reaches out, threading his fingers in my hair and guiding me back toward that pretty cock.
I don’t mind that he’s taking a little control. This is a boy who knows exactly what he wants, and I love that about him.
I take him back into my mouth, swallowing him until the head of his cock is pressing against the back of my throat. I let it rest there for a moment, massaging him with my tongue, sucking and savoring his taste.
Fuck, this is good. It would only be better if I could watch it as it was happening, like some kind of hot-as-hell sexual out of body experience.
Mental note: Ask Colton how he feels about making a sex tape.
I have to stop pretending like this is something that can happen again, though. As good as it is—and Jesus fuck, it’s good—it really can’t continue.
Not without risking everything I’ve worked for, at least.
I let Colton thrust into my mouth, loving the way he’s using me, picking up speed as he fucks my face. I reach down and quickly shove my pants down just far enough to free my own cock. I’m already leaking pre-cum like crazy and my balls are aching.
We’re both close to coming. I just have to hold out a little longer.
“Almost there,” he gasps, thrusting so hard that I’m sure my lips are going to be bruised and puffy after this. Not a great look for my next class, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. We’re way past the point of no return. “Keep sucking… please don’t stop…”
Yeah, no way in hell I’d even think about stopping now. Not until he gives me what I need, what I’ve been fantasizing about all fucking year.
He looks away for a moment before locking eyes with me again and then I can feel it happening. His cock swells in my mouth as my own orgasm starts to rush through me, and he cries out as those first hot jets hit the back of my throat.
I do my best to swallow it all. My eyes are watering and my jaw hurts and my whole body is shaking as my climax overwhelms me.
“Fuck,” I pant, letting his cock slip from my mouth so I can breathe again. I rock back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “That was… a lot…”
I can barely speak. I can barely even think. I’m lightheaded and my heart is still beating so fast that I wonder for a moment if I might actually pass out.
“I’ve never… God.” He takes a deep breath as he pulls his pants back up and tucks that delicious cock back into his underwear. “You were amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever done.”
I smile because that really can’t be a very high bar, right? Even at twenty-one, this kid can’t have that much experience.
Still, he’s right. It was really fucking good.
But instead of satisfying me, being with him like this has only made me want more of him. All of him.
“What are you doing later tonight?” I ask, the question slipping through my normal filter before I even realize what I’ve just said.
“Tonight?” His brows knit together for a moment before his eyes go wide. “I, um… nothing? Are you… do you want…”
I’m finally able to stand up again, and I take my time adjusting my clothes as he struggles to find an answer.
I should stop this right now. I should tell him never mind. I should send him on his way with a promise to never speak of this again.
“I want to see you again,” my traitorous mouth says, instead. “Tonight. But not here.” Seriously? Am I really going to do this? I only hesitate for a moment. Fuck yeah, this is happening. “Be outside the dorms at five. Don’t tell anyone.”
He looks scared but he doesn’t ask any questions. He holds my gaze for several seconds, then nods.
“I’ll be there,” he whispers, even though there’s nobody else around to hear.
It is our secret, though.
Our delicious, scandalous, forbidden secret.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever
done.
And it might just destroy me.
Chapter Eight
Colton
Just two days ago, I never would have believed my life could be this way.
And by this way, I mean amazing. Also crazy and unbelievable and mind-blowing and a little dangerous.
Well… dangerous might be a stretch. But definitely risky.
I don’t even want to think about what might have happened if someone had walked in on Professor Bradshaw and me earlier today.
Or, God, if my parents ever found out.
That would be bad.
Very bad.
“The hell is going on with you today, man?” Brian, my roommate, asks. “You’ve been pacing all over the room and your eyes are glued to the clock. Hot date tonight or what?”
“No,” I answer quickly. Too quickly. “I mean… no. Not a date. Not… anything.”
Oh, God.
I’m a horrible liar. And since our dorm room is just a little bigger than a postage stamp, there really isn’t anywhere for me to go hide out until five o’clock.
If I’d been thinking more clearly, I would have packed up some books and headed to the library. At least then I’d be able to watch the clock in peace.
But I didn’t want to get distracted. I didn’t want anything to stop me from being downstairs in the parking lot on time.
Professor Bradshaw would be disappointed if I was late, and I didn’t want to risk messing this up. Whatever this was.
“So you’re just acting weird for no reason?” Brian asks, quirking a brow and giving me a skeptical look. “That’s what you want me to believe?”
“Yes,” I say, huffing out a short breath. “That’s what I want you to believe, so… stop asking me so many questions.”
He holds up his hands in a mock surrender. “Okay, okay… so touchy today.” He gives me a hard look and then shrugs. “Whatever, man. But just be careful with whatever you’re not doing later, okay?”
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