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Brantley’s eyes darkened, but he managed to ask, “Which is?”
Daniel blew a warm breath over Brantley’s taut skin, and when he shuddered, Daniel gave him a wicked smile.
“You’re going to come up here and crawl on to my lap, much like you did the second time I came to your house. Do you remember that,professor? I was so goddamn nervous you would tell me to leave again, but at the same time, I was so fucking turned on. I was determined to make you crack…”
“Yesss,” Brantley moaned, and his eyes slid shut.
Daniel licked his way back up to the tip of Brantley’s cock. “I can still rememberexactlywhat you said to me as you sat there on my lap. Can you?”
Brantley’s eyes flew open, and he nodded.
“Thought you might,” Daniel said, and then he teased him, dipping his tongue into the slit.
The guy tasted amazing, exactly as he remembered, and suddenly, his desire to wait vanished. He lowered Brantley’s legs to the rug and then reached for his wrist, hauling him up until he was straddled over his knees.
“Fuck this. I’m not waiting,” Daniel told him. “Even the four minutes you have left is too long.” And then he crushed their mouths together.
Chapter 13
AS THE SUN set for the evening, Daniel stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to his professor’s house and wondered what he was walking into. A soft light illuminated the inside of the home, and Professor Hayes’s words from earlier came back to him.
“My house. I’ll turn the light on when I’m home.”
And, true to his word, the professorhadturned his light on for him.
He nervously rubbed his hands together as he tried to get a handle on his excitement. He’d reminded himself the entire way over not to get his hopes up. He had no idea what his teacher wanted to discuss with him, but he was hoping that after the kiss they’d shared last Friday and the look he’d aimed his way that morning, they were both finally on the same page.
He took the stairs two at a time until he was at the top and crossing the deck to the back door as fast as his feet would carry him. When he found it open, as if the professor were waiting on him, he had to tell himself to calm down, because that…That is a fucking hot thought. Jesus. His palms were sweating, and his cock was so hard at the idea that Professor Hayes was inside waiting that he was surprised he could even walk.
The curtains were drawn closed, but they swirled every time the breeze ruffled through them, and the anticipation of what was to come sent a jolt of lust straight down to his balls.
Carefully, he drew the thin material to the side. As he stepped over the threshold, like he had the first time he’d come to the professor’s house, he scanned the room for the owner. Professor Hayes was nowhere in sight, but the lamp over in the corner was on and the living room was muted in the soft glow given off by the singular bulb.
Daniel stood there, trying to work out what the fuck to do next, but then his teacher strolled out of the kitchen. He decided right then that he didn’t care if he got expelled from class or, hell, thrown out of school. It would be totally worth it to continue looking at the man standing in front of him.
Dressed as he had been earlier in the day, Professor Hayes was wearing a light blue polo sweater with an upturned collar, and he looked full-on New England prep. Scholastic in an upstate kind of way, because no one down in Florida would be caught dead wearing a sweater at this time of the year. It was just too fucking hot.
Daniel smiled as his professor walked around the couch and then gestured for him to come in. He kicked his shoes off and kept his eyes on the expectant ones watching him.And God, his eyes are such a stunning green.At times light, then, at others, dark. Tonight, it was hard to tell from where he was standing, and when he finally took a seat opposite Brantley, he was too tongue-tied to ask.
“Evening, Finn.”
Oh, fuck. Yep. Okay.He was done. This guy had him so fucking wired that he might as well just offer himself at his feet, because just hearing his name come out of that mouth without begging for it had him a hair away from pleading for something else.
“Professor—”
“Brantley.”
Daniel had to bite his bottom lip to hold back the triumphant grin that was itching to spread across his mouth.
“When you’re in this house, I think we both know that you are not thinking of me as your professor.”
He’d known Brantley’s name from the minute they’d met, but being invited to say it, use it—and fucking scream it, if he got his way—was a victory all in itself.
“Brantley,” Daniel said, savoring the sound of it as he relaxed into the leather of the couch.
Brantley shook his head as he placed one of his ankles up on his knee. “You know, the first time I saw you, I promised myself I wouldn’t touch you…”
It took all of Daniel’s willpower not to stand up and go over to where Brantley was sitting, but he managed to stay where he was. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be close to him, but Brantley’s brown hair was flirting with his collar, and he looked so unbelievably sexy that Daniel was having a hard enough time not touching himself. If he got close to him, then it would all be fucking over.