Page 4 of Beautiful Trauma
Geoff’s reply was instant.I would, but you shut that down. No more friends with benefits for us.
I had shut it down because it wasn’t good for either of us. We’d resigned to getting off with each other because it was safe. Geoff wasn’t afraid of my HIV status, and he knew I’d never out him to his father or anyone else, but the orgasms I had with Geoff felt empty. Once the afterglow faded, I felt guilty for using Geoff and allowing him to use me. We were much better off as friends.
I heard the door at the front of the room open followed by confident footfalls as our professor entered the classroom. Knowing I should put my phone down, I still typed a response to Geoff because I valued him.
True, but I love you.
Love you back,he replied.
Gotta go.
“Good evening. I want to start with everyone silencing their phones and putting them away.” The deep, cultured, and controlled voice sent a shiver of awareness down my spine. Dear God, I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Hadn’t I heard it in my dreams every night for the past six months?
No way. It couldn’t be.
I snapped my head up.Fuck me. It was him.
“You won’t come until I tell you to, Henry. Say my name. Let me hear that you understand me.”
“Yes, Ezra.”
My mouth fell open, and my phone clattered noisily to the desk, pulling Ezra’s, um Professor Meyer’s, dark gaze to mine. He blinked a few times before turning his attention to someone—anyone—besides me, but not before I saw a flash of recognition in his penetrative gaze.Penetrative. I bit back a snort. The insatiable man had penetrated me in every possible way during three rounds of mind-blowing, I-didn’t-know-that-was-possible sex. My table mate’s comment about Ezra needing a daily nap to improve his stamina and mood played in my mind, and I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling nervously.
“My name is Professor Meyer. Welcome to Biology of Human Sexuality.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered, feeling my dick harden in my pants.
“Pull yourself together, man,” ginger guy said.
“If you chose this class because you thought you’d earn an easy grade watching pornography, then I suggest you use either of the two exits at the back of the room. In case none of you reviewed the syllabus before class, let me go over the curriculum for the next ten weeks. We’ll kick things off discussing what human sexuality is, and some of you might be surprised to know it’s not only about the physical behaviors of sexual intercourse.” Ezra…Fuck!Professor Meyer paused to allow the smattering of snickers to die down. He glanced around the room, careful not to meet my greedy gaze, then returned his attention to his notes on the lectern.
“We will discuss the anatomy and physiology of both the male and female body, sexual response cycles, gender, attraction and love, sexual techniques and behaviors…”
At the mention of sexual techniques, I was transported back to his high-rise apartment overlooking the glittering Queen City. I couldn’t recall what he’d called the technique he used on me—tandem…total…tantric! It started off with a sensual massage and ended up with penetrative sex while staring into each other’s eyes, controlled breathing, and the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experienced. It had been more intimate than the typical hookup I’d expected when Ezra invited me back to his apartment after our one dance turned into a dozen.
It’s your birthday, Henry. Demand the best.
The best was what he’d given me. I thought it was possible Ezra Meyer had ruined me for other men. I let out a long sigh, earning a gentle nudge from gingersnap. I snapped out of my lusty fog and caught Ezra looking at me.Did he know where my mind had gone?No one looking at him would notice the spark of remembrance, but I sure as hell did.
“Then we’ll cover sexuality in adulthood and senior years, sexuality and disability, and sexually transmitted infections,” Ezra said, wrapping up his overview.
“Gross,” a girl at the table behind me vehemently whispered.
“Did you have something to contribute, miss? Is it sex between the elderly, sex for disabled people, or sexually transmitted infections that you find ‘gross’?”He’d heard her whispered response?Sure, it sounded loud to me because it felt like it was aimed in my direction.What kind of supernatural hearing did he possess to go with his supernatural stamina?
“Um,” she said timidly, probably shocked he heard her too. “All of them kind of gross me out, but the last one is the worst. I mean, who wants a sexually transmitted infection?”
I felt my face growing hotter. It took everything I had not to slink down in my chair and make myself smaller. I kept my eyes locked on Ezra and remembered the night we met.
“Let’s get out of here,” Ezra said in my ear. It might’ve been a whisper if we were in a quiet setting.
“To get a bite to eat?” I asked.
“I definitely want to nibble on you. Starting with this right here.” Ezra traced my bottom lip with his forefinger, his tongue darting out to lick his own lips like he could already taste me on them.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“Why?”