“I'm not missing my chance at that ass, professor.”
Knox nudged Aiden's legs back, spreading him a little wider, pushing his knees toward his shoulders. He squirmed a bit. It had been a long time since he’d been in this position. The backs of his thighs started to burn. He took a breath and let the sensation flow through him.
A cool, slick finger teased his ass and Aiden tensed. Even though he wanted it, knew it would blow his mind, his body resisted that first invasion.
“You okay, professor?”
The lazy drawl skittered down Aiden’s spine like a little shock and gave him a beat to relax. He breathed and concentrated on letting Knox in.
“Oh, fuck, that's hot. You're tight, babe. Gonna squeeze my dick like a fist.”
Aiden tipped his head back and groaned, rocking against the finger sliding slowly into his ass. Knox didn't move too fast, just gave a few slow, steady pumps, easing his ass until he needed more.
“Please!” he begged, hoping Knox would understand.
“That's it, professor. Let me hear you.” Knox drew the single finger out. Aiden whimpered at the loss. “Don't worry, babe. I'm not leaving you. Just a little more slick.” A heartbeat later, he pressed again on Aiden's tight opening, easing two fingers in. It burned, almost too much. Aiden twisted, not quite trying to escape but needing...needing something. “I got you, babe.” Knox rubbed his hand across Aiden's stomach, soothing, holding him in place. He retreated a little before pushing back in, the pressure light, shallow strokes that slowly went deeper, easing him open until Aiden rocked against each thrust.
Knox murmured his approval, the hand still rubbing up and down Aiden's stomach. Aiden closed his eyes and relaxed into the dual caresses, losing himself in the sensual strain on his body.
“Damn, babe, that's—”
A sneeze somewhere off in the distance froze them both in place. Knox's eyes popped open wide.
“What was that?”
“Fuck,” Knox muttered. He pulled his fingers out and rolled off the bed, grabbing a towel and wiping his hand as he headed for the door. He cracked the door open, keeping his naked body—and Aiden—hidden.
“Jesse? Is that you?”
“Yeah.” The voice rang from bottom of the stairs followed by another sneeze.
“What are you doing home? Is something wrong?”
“Forgot my allergy pills. Started sneezing as soon as I walked into Nick's. I just decided to come home.”
The first stomp of a foot on the stairs made Aiden grab the sheet. Knox held out his hand behind him, silently telling Aiden to be still.
Despite the risk of being discovered, Aiden couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering down Knox’s back—which was as sexy as his front. Long strong legs, tight ass and nice wide shoulders. A tattoo decorated the space between his shoulder blades, black lines he imagining tracing with his tongue.
“I guess the professor's already in bed, huh?” Jesse's voice was right outside the door.
“Uh, yeah.”
No lie, Aiden mentally added.
“Okay, I'm going to take my pill and go to bed.”
“Night. I'll see you in the morning.”
Knox shut the door and stood there for a moment, head tipped down, tension binding those broad shoulders. Slowly he turned around and stared at Aiden. Knox's erection had wilted just a little.
“Should I go?”
He flipped back the sheet and watched Knox's gaze drop to Aiden's groin. His hard-on hadn't faded because he'd spent the last few minutes staring at that fine ass.
“I should go,” he said when Knox didn't speak.
Knox stared at Aiden’s cock for a long moment then shook his head. “It'd be a shame to waste that ass,” he said, his voice low as he prowled forward. “All lubed up and ready to be fucked.” He crawled back onto the mattress, the heat in his eyes holding Aiden in place as much as the strong body kneeling over him.
He ran his hands up Knox's rib cage, loving the way the muscles tightened beneath his touch.
“What about Jesse?”
“He won't know.” Knox drilled his stare into Aiden. “If you can be quiet. Think you can do that, professor?”
Aiden shuddered and hoped Knox had no idea what that low, commanding voice did to him. The man could probably talk Aiden to an orgasm.
Knox rocked his hips forward, sliding his hard-again cock along Aiden's. “I'm going to take that as a yes, since you haven't gotten up and walked away.”
“I-I'll try.” The words came out part gasp, part moan as Knox wrapped his hand around both their cocks, holding them together and adding wicked friction as he pumped back and forth.
“Damn, professor. If I didn't know you were leaving tomorrow, I'd come like this and save your ass for later.”
“Nooo!”
“Don't worry, babe. I'm not giving up the chance at your ass.”
Knox backed his hips off just a little and slipped his hand between Aiden's thighs, returning to the tight hole, teasing the slick opening.
Aiden tried to crush the low groan from his throat but even just the light strokes of Knox's fingers sent sparks through his cock.
“Keep it down, professor,” Knox warned even as laughter hummed beneath his words.
“T-trying but…damn.” Knox plunged his fingers in again and a bright shock went up Aiden’s spine. The first part of his yelp escaped but Knox grabbed a pillow and smashed it on his face, crushing the sound—almost crushing his nose—but after a few seconds the pressure stopped. Aiden slapped at Knox’s hand and took over the pillow, shoving the fluffy down into his mouth and biting. His next would-be scream turned into a moan as Knox slowly finger-fucked his ass, pausing and adding a third finger.
The burn was brighter this time. Aiden groaned and tried to hold still, relax. The pillow was jerked away and Knox looked down at him.
“You okay?” None of the previous laughter lingered in his voice.
Aiden nodded. “Trying not to scream,” he said between pants.
“Want the pillow back?”
Aiden shook his head. “Want to see you.” That thick, wide chest made his hands tingle with the need to touch but his senses were too splintered for him to actually function. The best he could do was lay there and get fucked. Maybe afterward, he could touch, kiss, lick. His mind did another loop-de-loop as Knox pushed his fingers in one final time. Aiden swallowed, trying to clear the scream still locked in his throat. “I’ll keep it together.”
Light flared in Knox’s eyes. He spread his hand wide and stroked one long caress down the center of Aiden’s chest. “I’d like to be there when you could let loose, fuck you nice and hard.”
Aiden groaned and rocked his hips up, rubbing his cock against Knox’s. “Fuck, do it.”
“Pushy.” Laughter infused the word but Aiden couldn’t find it in him to be offended. Not when Knox’s eyes shone with desire.
“That can’t be a surprise to you,” he replied, a little breathless.
Knox’s grin tightened a band around Aiden’s chest. He never would have expected the guy to have such a brilliant smile. Or use it so often. Knox leaned down and put a quick kiss on Aiden’s lips, his jaw, his neck. The kiss turned to a tiny bite, just a little jolt, almost as if he didn’t want Aiden to get too comfortable. Heat surrounded his cock as Knox stroked him, and rubbed his cock along Aiden’s.
“Knox, please.”
“Think that’s the first time you’ve said my name.” The words brushed across his ear. “I like the way it sounds. Would love to hear you scream it when you come.” He gave another long lazy pump to Aiden’s dick, keeping him on edge.
“Fuck me.” He felt Knox’s smile against his cheek. “Damn it.”
The “damn it” must have done it and Aiden held that in his mind for next time. Should there be a next time. Knox pulled back, moving to his knees between Aiden’s spread legs. His thighs pressed against Aiden’s, holding him open.
Aiden squirmed under Knox’s i
ntense stare. The big man continued to look at him, never looking away, even as he grabbed the condom and rolled it on his cock. He coated the thick shaft with lube. He didn’t speak, fuck he didn’t need to. Finally, he looked away, guiding the round head to Aiden’s opening and pressing the first inch inside.
Aiden squeezed his lips together, crushing his gasp. His body seemed to have forgotten what to do. He took a deep breath and held it, willing himself to relax as Knox’s cock pushed forward, filling him. It burned but the sensation just added need. Knox wasn’t rough, but he didn’t stop. Relentless, he pressed deeper, a long steady thrust.
Aiden’s body was a contradiction of sensations—the pleasure and pain, need and fear. He struggled to relax, to let Knox in.
He concentrated on Knox's face. His dark eyes stared down, watching his cock invade Aiden’s ass. The hungry glow in Knox’s stare drew a moan from deep in his chest.
“Shh, babe, it’s okay. Let me in. Oh fuck, that’s it.”
Knox eased forward, needing to be inside the sweet hole. Still tight, the ring of muscles relaxed just enough to let him slide in. He grabbed Aiden’s hips, holding him in place as he seated himself deep in Aiden’s ass. He waited, watching the pretty professor. Aiden took a couple of long slow breaths and Knox felt the slightest release around his cock. Still tight but not fighting him.
“That’s it, babe. Fuck, you feel good.” He gave another tiny shove forward, wanting to be deeper, wanting Aiden to open his eyes. Aiden twisted his shoulders and groaned. “Want more?”
The professor nodded, eyes still shut.
“Look at me.” Knox smacked the palm of his hand on Aiden’s nearest hip.
Aiden’s eyes popped open. The bright blue gaze stared at him, a little shocked, a little offended and pretty fucking hungry.
He began a slow steady fuck, long slow retreats, solid thrusts forward. The slick hole squeezed his cock and he forced himself to go slow. The urge to pound into the cute professor was strong but not yet, not until Aiden was so far gone he would need it.
Knox tilted his hips, trying to find the spot that would make his new lover scream. And send him over the edge.
He pushed in and watched Aiden’s face. He knew he’d found that spot when the professor’s eyes widened, going huge even as his lips clamped down, crushing the sounds that Knox wanted to hear. Damn, if Jesse hadn’t been sleeping two doors down…
He grunted and rocked his hips forward, nailing that sweet spot inside Aiden’s ass again, making him twist and pulse. The movements strained his control. If the professor wasn’t careful he was going to get pounded into the mattress and screw the fact that Jesse might hear them.
Knox wanted to hear the professor scream. Not that what he had wasn’t great. The professor’s ass was tight and hot and the guy obviously loved to get fucked, but the other presence in his house made Knox hold back, just a little. He had to listen for Jesse or some sign they were about to be discovered.
Fuck, he hoped the professor was close because damn, he didn’t know how long he would last. The tight squeeze around his cock made every thrust torture and pleasure.
“Knox...” The breathless gasp was almost as good as a scream. “Going to come.”
“Yeah, professor, come on my cock. Let me feel it.” He pressed higher on his knees and freed up one hand to wrap around Aiden's cock. Keeping his thrusts slow and strong, he pumped his fist up and down the long shaft.
Aiden cried out and grabbed the pillow, slamming it against his face. Knox wished he could see the sexy professor's eyes when he came but he understood. He pumped in, feeling the little body beneath his ripple then contract, tightening down on his dick. Hot streams of come spilled through his fingers.
The squeeze of Aiden’s ass sent him over the edge. He grabbed the professor's hips and held him in place as he thrust hard and deep, hoping he wasn't hurting him but needing a little more. Aiden met him on the downward stroke, driving Knox deeper. His balls drew up and he clamped his teeth down to muffle his own shout as he came, the long pulses filling the condom.
Aiden tossed the pillow away and looked up, blue eyes wide and a little bit dazed. Strength drained from Knox’s body.
“Damn, Aiden.” A corner of his brain acknowledged the fact that he never called Aiden by his name, but right then, buried deep in the guy’s body, it seemed right. “If that’s what it’s like when you’re holding back, I definitely need to see you let loose.”
Aiden didn’t speak but his open mouth spread wide into a smile.
Knox dropped to the side, easing his cock from the professor’s tight ass. His chest billowed in hard, fast breaths. With a groan, he rolled over and pulled off the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the trashcan near his bed.
That chore done, he collapsed back on the mattress and looked over at the man he'd just fucked. Aiden's lips were open though his eyes were closed. The blissful, kind of satisfaction on his face made Knox want to pound his chest. Needing to be a part of Aiden’s afterglow, Knox leaned down and placed a kiss on those parted lips.
Aiden's eyelids fluttered open.
“You okay there, professor?”
He nodded and Knox couldn't resist another kiss. Which led to another.
Finally, Aiden pulled back. “I should probably go.” He swallowed. “Back to my room.”
Knox nodded. “Yeah, nothing personal, but I don't want to explain this to my seventeen-year-old son.”
“Does he know?”
“That I'm gay? Yeah. But knowing it and finding your dad in bed with another man are two different things.”
Aiden twisted away, heading toward the edge of the bed. Knox reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the middle. He didn't quite understand why but he wasn't ready for the professor to leave. Not yet.
“You don't have to go.” He tugged Aiden back in place and snugged the lean body up against his. He bent down and placed another kiss on those tempting lips. “Not yet.”
“But Jesse—”
“I'm a light sleeper. I'll make sure you get up before he does.” He rubbed his hand down Aiden’s back, urging him closer.
Knox liked to snuggle but didn’t often get the chance with most of his casual hook ups. The professor didn’t seem to mind. He curled up against Knox’s chest and trailed his fingers down Knox’s abs.
“I’m not going to be able to sleep if you do that,” he warned.
Aiden smiled, his eyes drooping a bit, but his fingers kept moving, tracing and retracing the lines of his abs. “Soon. Only get one chance at you,” he murmured.
Knox wasn’t sure Aiden knew he was speaking out loud. “Don’t want to miss anything.”
Knox didn’t know how to answer that and just let Aiden touch. It would take awhile before he got hard again but they had all night and Aiden seemed content to just feel each other for a while.
Knox just had to make sure he got the professor back to his room before Jesse woke up.
Chapter Three
Knox’s brain came alert with the first light tap on the door. The sound was soft enough that he could sleep through it, loud enough to get his attention if he was awake.
He opened his mouth to call out for Jesse to come in when his body recognized the heat pressed against his side. The professor. The naked professor. In his bed.
The doorknob started to turn. There had never been a time when Jesse hadn’t been allowed to walk in after knocking. Never been a time when Knox had a lover in the house while his son was home. The protective instincts he’d honed since having an inquisitive child kicked in. He flipped the blanket over the professor, covering him, effectively binding him, and shoved, sending the squirming bundle over the edge.
The professor hit the ground with a thump and yelp.
“Quiet,” Knox hissed the command just as the door swung open.
“Dad, are you okay? I thought I heard a cry.”
Knox tugged the sheet around him. The window was cracked open so hopefully the room
didn’t smell too much like sex. And hopefully the professor would stop wiggling around. “Bad dream. I think I kicked the bottom of the bed.”
“The professor's still asleep, huh? He seems like the kind of guy who doesn't sleep much. A little uptight, you know?”
The professor froze. Good man.
Jesse pushed the door open the rest of the way and came in. He sat on the end of the bed, looking so young. A man's body but the mind and soul still clinging to some innocence.
Knox shrugged. He could hardly tell his son the professor wasn't uptight when he was in bed.
“What do you think of him?” Jesse asked. “He’s really smart, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“He thinks I should be looking at Harvard or MIT.”
Knox’s eyes widened. Those were expensive schools but Jesse was bright. That's why Aiden came around to teach him, to give him opportunities he couldn't get at the high school in town.
“What do you think?”
Jesse shrugged. “Don't know. Cool, I guess.” His mouth twisted. “Most of my friends are looking at state schools.”
Knox nodded. He understood the need to be near friends, but he didn't want Jesse to waste a chance at a better education.
“Let's think about it. Talk to Aiden and—”
Jesse got a weird look on his face.
“What?”
“You never call him by his name. You always call him professor or princess.”
“Yeah, well. He doesn't need to know.”
Jesse laughed and stood up. “Should we wake him?”
“Let's get breakfast going, then get him up.” He lifted his chin toward the door. “Why don’t you go downstairs, get the coffee started. I’ll clean up and be down in a few minutes.”
Jesse nodded and stopped in the doorway. Holding the heavy frame as he looked back over his shoulder. “You’re going to be nice to him, right?”
“When am I ever not nice to him?”
“Dad, you like, tease him all the time. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't like being called ‘princess’.”
“If he liked it there would be no reason to call him that.”
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