Page 13 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

THIRTEEN

KIT

At three forty-five I leave the house and walk the few blocks over to the university. As soon as I turn onto the street where the common is, nearly twenty-year-old memories rush back. How many times did I wake up in the grass after passing out the night before? How many nights did I meet the guys here, ready to head out to the city for shenanigans? How much ass did I pull during those years? Too many faces and names to remember, but it was the best time.

There was a time when I thought I’d go the traditional route and find someone to marry. I figured my wild streak would eventually die out, but even though I’m a little more chill these days, the desire to stick with just one person for the rest of my life has never kicked in. I honestly can’t even imagine it.

I guess that’s why this thing with Stewart works so well. He doesn’t want picket fences and happily ever after. He wants to get dicked down and it just so happens that I want to be the one to do it. It’s a perfect situation.

Several students and faculty members pass me as I make my way over to the Psych building, some of them giving me appreciative once-overs that stoke my ego. Almost forty-one and still catching glances from people half my age? Not bad at all.

Funny that not that long ago, I would have been posturing and seeing which one appealed enough to get a phone number for, but I couldn’t be less interested in that. Not just because I have a delicious nugget of a man waiting for me, though that makes it easier to remember why I burned out on younger people. There’s so much drama these days. Back in the day, you fucked, you said something nice, then you dipped. Now they follow you on your socials, tell all their friends about you, and hit you up every time they get horny. I prefer having a go-to guy who doesn’t bust my balls all the time.

Entering the building, I pause, hit with memories and the musty smell of an old academic building. The scuffed floors, heavy wood trim, and faded paint on the walls fill me with warm nostalgia, and I smile as I take the stairs two at a time to the third floor.

I walk down the hall looking for his office. A guy pops out of one of the doors, almost running into me. He’s tall and handsome, with tan skin and a mop of dark curls. As he focuses on me, a big smile spreads across his face.

“Oh, hello,” he says. “Can I help you find something?”

“Professor Hanley’s office?”

“Two doors down on the left.”

“Thanks, man.”

“My pleasure.” He leans against the wall to let me pass, eyeing me up and down.

What a weird interaction. I keep going, finding the door to Stewart’s office partially open. I peek inside to see him sitting at his desk, sorting through papers.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

He gasps slightly, then swings around in his chair to face me. “Kit.”

I step inside, glancing around as I approach. His office isn’t big, but there’s a whole wall of bookcases crammed full, room for two chairs in front of a substantial wood desk, and his leather chair.

Stewart shuffles his papers, pushing them to the side. “Hi.”

“How’s your day been?”

“Just the usual professor stuff. Are you feeling more awake now?”

“Sure am.” I stop beside him, leaning my butt on the edge of his desk and reaching out to touch his styled hair. “This is different. Special occasion?”

His brow furrows as his cheeks turn pink. Adorable. “You noticed?”

“I did.”

“Um, nothing special. Just experimenting I guess. Not sure if I should get a haircut or not. It’s kind of long.”

“I like your hair. It’s thick and perfect to tangle my fingers in.”

Stewart chuckles, shaking his head. “Will I ever learn to butter up a guy the way you do?”

“Do you want to?” I brush my fingers across his cheek, which is just starting to show his scruff growing in for the day. “Or do you just want to be authentically you?”

He shrugs. “I got lucky with you, but when this is over, how will I ever get another date?”

His question shouldn’t raise the hair on the back of my neck, but it does. “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble getting another guy to trip all over you.”

He smiles. “Can I keep you in my pocket as a confidence booster?”

“I have other methods.” Using my knee, I push his legs apart and step between them.

Stewart cranes his neck to look up at me, and there’s something vulnerable and so fucking gorgeous about his expression.

“Stand up, beautiful.”

He does, his body brushing against mine. He searches my face, his expression reflecting the desire I know we both feel.

“This is one of my college dreams come true.”

Stewart grins. “What’s that?”

“Nailing a hot professor in his office.”

Stewart’s cheeks go from faintly pink to a flushed red as he sways toward me, putting his hand on my chest for support. “Did you really fantasize about that?”

I nod, tickling my fingers under his chin. “Unfortunately, I never met a hot enough professor until now.”

Stewart’s breathing is heavy, warming my face as he leans into me.

“You want to fuck me on my desk?” he asks.

“I sure do, gorgeous.” Sliding my hand to the back of his neck, I step a little closer. “But not today. The first time you feel my cock inside you won’t be on a cold, hard desk.”

He shudders, parting his lips. “I want that.”

“What do you want, babe?”

“Your cock inside me.” Stewart drags his hands down my chest. “And my cock inside you.”

“I love how filthy you talk.” I take one of his hands and press it to my growing erection. “You turn me on so much, Prof.”

“What can I have now? Here?”

“I was gonna take you to coffee.”

He huffs a breath and pops his bottom lip in a pout, making me chuckle.

“I don’t want coffee.”

Reaching down, I rub the bulge between his legs. “Tell you what, if you’re a good boy and can stay up late, I’ll give you something special after I get off tonight.”

He nods eagerly, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip. “Whatever you want.”

“Mm, so obedient too.”

I close the final distance between us, claiming his pretty mouth in a heated kiss. Stewart practically melts into me, running his hands over my pec muscles. My cock immediately hardens, and I even release a stream of precum. Who knew I was such a sucker for a little submission?

It gives me an idea.

I twirl us around and press Stewart to the desk, laying him down gently and angling myself between his legs so that our cocks rub together beneath our clothes.

“Oh god, Kit,” Stewart mumbles, nibbling my bottom lip but looking nervously at his door.

“Focus on me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

I devour his mouth, losing myself in the warmth of his lips, the smoothness of his tongue tangling with mine, his sweet breath. He slides his arms around my waist, running his hands up and down my back while I twist my fingers in his thick hair.

His soft moans and needy whimpers light me the fuck up, and I deepen the kiss, coaxing another delicious gasp from him. He starts to rock against me, but I already know he’s leaving this interlude with a hard dick and a need for more. Stewart’s about to learn the joys of edging firsthand.

“Kit,” he gasps as I reach down and gently squeeze his balls through his pants.

“So pretty,” I murmur against his lips. “So needy. You want to be so good for me, don’t you?”

I’m aware of him nodding even as I bury my face in the crook of his neck and gently suck the skin there. Stewart arches into me, digging his fingers into my shoulders.

“You smell good,” I whisper, dragging my lips up the column of his neck to suck his earlobe. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He moans and bucks his hips. “Fuck.”

I ratchet up the heat by pulling back enough to slide my hand down the back of his pants and squeeze his soft ass. Visions of sinking my cock between his supple cheeks vibrate through me, and I return to his mouth, hungry for more of him.

“I want your cum in my mouth,” I whisper between kisses. “I want to see you riding my cock.”

Stewart moans, rubbing against me. “Please, Kit. Please. I want that so much.”

“You’re gonna look fucking stunning, aren’t you, baby?”

He nods, licking his kiss-swollen lips.

“That’s right. Don’t deny how sexy you are.”

I fall over him, once again indulging in his mouth. He kisses like it’s in his job description, giving as much as I do and wrapping himself around me like an octopus. If I weren’t so respectful of his fledgling foray into gay sex, I’d have no problem stripping him bare and fucking him on this desk. In fact, I hope that’s a dream we can make come true one day.

My cock twitches hard in my jeans, threatening to make a mess if I don’t put a stop to our activities. With one last dance around his mouth, I reluctantly force myself away.

“Noooo,” Stewart complains.

Chuckling, I hold his wrist and pull him upright. I card my fingers through his hair, fixing the few locks I made stand on end, then I drag my hands down his sweater to smooth it.

“Damn it, Stewart. You’re addictive. I almost lost myself.”

He huffs, his brow furrowed with frustration. “You’re not gonna leave me like this, are you?” He gestures toward his obvious erection.

“I sure am.”

“Kit, no.”

“Remember what I asked you earlier?”

“Yeah.”

“What did I say?”

“You asked me to be good, then said you’d give me something special later.”

“And you’ve been so good. I can’t wait to hold up my end of the deal.”

His shoulders drop and he smiles. “Okay. I can do this.”

“Of course you can. I promise to make it worth it for you.”

Stewart nods. “I admit it’s kind of exciting, even if my dick hurts right now.”

“Welcome to the world of edging. It’ll be all the sweeter when I finally let you come later.” I hold his chin between my index finger and my thumb. “So no touching that pretty cock until I say so, huh?”

Stewart groans but nods. “Okay.”

“Good. Let’s go get that coffee.”

I wait as Stewart packs up his things, then we walk out together, bumping into the man I saw earlier. Stewart’s cheeks immediately turn red. Geez, the guy has zero poker face.

“Um, Theo, this is Kit. Kit, my coworker, Professor Theo?—”

“Just Theo.” Theo smiles, nodding appreciatively at me. “Pleased to meet you, Kit.”

“You too.”

Before either of us can say anything else, Stewart grabs my arm and ushers me out of the building.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” I ask once we get outside. “Are you not out or something?”

“It’s nothing like that.” Stewart glances over at me. “I’ve just never… Theo is…uh…”

“Do you like him or something?”

“What? No. Not like that.” He blows out a breath, tugging his messenger bag over his shoulder. “Theo is the only queer person I know, and he’s given me a few tips. He’s been teasing me that I got myself a hot young guy on my first try. I knew he would do the math when he met you. That’s all.”

I nod, but my thoughts are twisted up. “You don’t want people to know you’re seeing me?”

Stewart stumbles over his feet, and I have to grab his arm to keep him from falling. “Sorry,” he mumbles. He pauses by a tree. “I’m not explaining myself well.”

“It’s fine if that’s not what you want. I don’t have to come up here to see you and we can just keep it in the bedroom.”

“No, Kit. I’m not at all embarrassed by you or by being a queer man, but I am…unpracticed, I guess. I’ve always been a private person, so it’s a new experience for me to be open about the things in my personal life. Trust me, I’m more than happy to be seen on your arm.”

“I get it. Sorry. This is all new for you, and I forget what it’s like when you’re first out and open about it.”

“Thanks.” He steps closer, draping his arms around my neck. “I consider myself lucky that I caught your eye. I definitely don’t want to hide that.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “How about that coffee now, in town where everyone can see that I’m hooking up with a god among men?”

I chuckle, kissing his cheek. “You bet.”

An hour after coffee and leaving Stewart, I shoot off a text as I walk into Moby’s.

Me: Leave your door unlocked and be naked.

Stewart responds with several fire emojis.

My cock swells slightly just thinking about taking him apart later tonight. Then another text comes in.

Stewart: I’m so excited I can barely think.

Me: Save it up for me and don’t you dare touch your pretty cock. It’s mine until further notice.

Stewart: Fuck.

Me: Promise?

Stewart responds right away.

Stewart: Oh, I promise.

Me: Good.

I tuck my phone into my back pocket, hoping I can put thoughts of my sexy professor away for a few hours. We have another big party coming in tonight, so I need to get my head in the game.

My reward for all that focusing will be unraveling a very sexy man later. Pretty good motivation.