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Chapter Five

The class flies by, and before I know it, I realize that it’s seven. As Lito talks to them before they leave, I fidget by the computer used to play music.

“Thank you so much for your help,” Lito says to me as the last one heads out the door. “I had a lot of fun working with you.”

I beam at him because I honestly loved it. “I did too. Can I pick a song?”

“Sure,” he says. “Let me grab my water.”

As he heads to his office, I find a quick song that will be easy to dance the rumba to. I hit play, turn around and see that he’s locking the door and flipping the sign to closed.

I start walking toward him while snapping my fingers in time to the music. “I’ve actually seen someone do ballet to this song before.”

“This song?” Lito asks in surprise.

“It was really well done. When I was young, I wanted to be in ballet, but I don’t think I’d be good at it. Check out my pirouette,” I say before trying and failing, but his laughter is all I was looking for and I got it.

“Let’s see here,” he says as he kicks his shoes off and does a perfect pirouette. Or at least it looks perfect to me.

“Did you practice ballet?”

“My mother actually taught ballet. So I learned a little here and there, but not enough to do anything with it,” he responds as he does some type of fancy spin.

“It’s beautiful,” I say as I give him a slow clap. “Brought tears to my eyes.”

Lito grins. “Thank you.”

He puts his shoes back on and holds a hand out to me. “Now let’s see what we can do.”

“Want me to lead or follow?”

“You can lead.”

As soon as I’m in position, I move into him and he steps with me. We begin to move in sync with each other, and I find that he makes it so easy to dance with him.

“So if we practice the routine I’ve made with Kaiya, I get to lift you and put you in a dip,” I tell him.

“Oh? Can those arms even lift me?”

“Probably not, but I’m sure going to try.”

He laughs. “We can pretend.”

“No! I will lift you! I will wow you with my lift!”

“Alright. Show me the lift you’ve decided on.”

I show him the paper and he raises an eyebrow. “We can’t do this. Well, I could if I was lifting you, but this isn’t going to work.”

“It will,” I assure him.

With a hand on mine, he steps away from me until we’re standing in a straight line, then he steps in, turning with each step until my arm is wrapped around him and he’s unbelievably close. Close enough that I get a huge whiff of his cologne.

And he smells so damn good.

He’s right, I can’t do this. When he falls from my arms, he’s going to regret ever teaching me how to dance and then I’ll never get to snort his wonderful smell again from this close.

“Hold up. Let me see that move again,” Lito says, interrupting my thoughts.

“Me?” I ask.

“Who else? The squeaky mouse in the corner?”

He lets go of my hand and scrutinizes me.

“What? Am I doing it wrong? It feels right.”

“Get some Cuban motion in there! Move those hips.”

“Oh.”

I try the move again, but he just shakes his head. He grabs the back of my neck, spins me around and aims me toward the huge mirror hanging on the wall. “Watch me in the mirror.”

As he steps with his foot, his hips easily glide with the movement, making it look like he’s doing a lot even when he’s just taking a step.

“See?”

I try to mimic him. “I look like a bee just stung me in the ass and I’m trying to get away from it.”

“No, you don’t.”

Lito steps behind me and sets his hands against my hips. Do his hands have to be on me like that? None of my other instructors ever did this… so does he want me like I want him? Or am I reading into things? One finger ends up under my shirt on bare skin, and all I can think about are his hands.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to move your hips?”

I glance up and find his eyes burning a hole into mine like he knows what he’s doing to me. He guides my hips with his hands as he stands directly behind me. He has to understand that this is driving me crazy, right?

I stare at him in the mirror, fixated on his hands before running my gaze up to his face where I catch his eyes.

He looks away. “Hunter, stay focused. Keep your mind on Cuban motion.”

Instead of stepping to the side, I step back, pushing my body against him. I can feel his cock against my ass, but now that I’m in this position, I don’t know what to do. His hands are still on my hips, his eyes are on mine in the mirror, but he’s not smiling.

At all.

Lito roughly pushes me forward so fast that I slam into the mirror. “Hunter,” he says, tone disapproving.

I’ve fucked up.

Clearly, I’ve fucked up.

He keeps me pressed against the mirror, like he’s afraid I’ll try to jump him. Then he steps into me, pinning me to the mirror as his body presses against mine. I push back into it, needing to feel more of him even if my face is on fire from embarrassment. His right hand leaves my hip and sinks into my hair, tipping my head to the side as he kisses my throat.

“Hunter,” he growls. “We can’t.”

Something possesses me to rub my ass against him, completely positive that we can. I reach back, grabbing for his pants in case he tries to pull away from me, but he doesn’t. His lips run down my neck, making me shiver.

“Hunter, we need to stop,” he says, like he isn’t the one slipping a finger down the front of my pants.

I push away from the mirror enough to allow him access to anything he’d like. He presses his hardening cock against my ass as his hand undoes the button of my pants.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbles against my ear.

“I am?” I ask in surprise.

“Yes, you. Are you oblivious to how much I’ve been trying to ignore this?”

“I really fucking want you.”

“I don’t have any supplies,” he says.

“I do!” My face heats up at my overly loud declaration. “I mean… I do.” My second try with my “sexy” voice really does little to reassure me that I’m not making a fool of myself.

I eagerly fumble at my pants before pulling out the condom and lube. Then I promptly drop them on the floor since my fingers are betraying me. He pulls my shirt up and I lift my arms so he can take it off me. Then he sets a hand on the middle of my back and presses me into the mirror, as if I’m planning on escaping. I’m never planning on going anywhere.

Holding me there, he kneels down and grabs the stuff I’d lost.

The entire time, I watch his eyes in the mirror and he never looks away from me. Not even when he stands up and slips the condom and lube into his pocket. He reaches around my front and undoes the zipper of my pants as he grabs my earlobe between his lips and tugs on it. He pushes my pants down, taking my underwear with them and freeing my hardening cock. I’m fighting against the embarrassment that is trying to take over me. I can’t be too embarrassed; I need to be sexy. But I also realize that I’m mostly standing here, pinned against the mirror, letting him do everything.

And I am one hundred percent fine with it.

It’s really not my fault that every time I’ve had sex, it’s very much been in a bed with someone I was dating and not something so… thrilling.

Lito slides down my back, following my pants to the floor while refusing to let me away from the mirror.

He lifts my foot up as he kisses my thigh. Then he slides my shoe off and tosses it before pulling my pants free so he can move on to the other leg. Suddenly, I’m naked and it becomes even more apparent as he stands up, hands running up my bare thigh. His movement pushes my cock against the mirror, making precum smear on it. He unbuttons his pants and pushes them down and I get a look at his large cock in the mirror. Lito watches me as he runs his hand down the thick length, then steps up into me so his cock slides between my thighs.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes. Or is that creepy? I’m still going with yes.”

“Have you had sex?”

“I have!” I exclaim a bit too loudly. “I swear I’m not generally this awkward. Wait, I’m definitely this awkward. You’ve met me. You know I’m awkward.”

He chuckles. “You good to have sex? Is this too much? We can go somewhere else?”

“No! I’m very much good. I promise.” Honestly, I’m afraid that if he were to leave now, he’d second-guess it and we’d never get to have sex.

“Good,” he says before kissing my throat.

With his right foot, he knocks into mine so I widen my legs. He nudges his cock between my thighs as he opens the lubricant and spreads it on his fingers. I press back into him, eager for more as his hand grabs my ass cheek and pushes it to the side, exposing me. His finger runs between my cheeks and when the cold lube touches my hole, I moan. My body is on fire. I need more of him, and his finger tracing a circle around my hole just isn’t going to sate me.

Then he dips his finger inside while he nibbles my earlobe. I turn my head as he carefully presses deeper.

“Don’t look away, keep your eyes on me,” he says, voice low.

A second finger joins the first, stroking inside me. As they move, his thumb slides between my ass cheeks, rubbing up and down as his free hand reaches to my front. Instead of grasping my cock that has dirtied the mirror, he draws a finger along the length of it, to the head.

“Do you like that?”

I nod, not trusting myself to find the words.

Lito presses his lips against my ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes. I need you.”

“You’re already prepared for my cock?”

I nod again as I watch him step back and pull his fingers from inside me. Now that they’re gone, I want them back, but with the promise of his cock, I force myself to have patience.

Finally, I get a view of his cock again as he sets the condom against it and rolls it down. I want to spread the lube over it, but I’m positive he isn’t going to let me do anything but remain pinned against the mirror. As he rubs lube over it with one hand, his other trails down my back to my ass, squeezing one cheek tightly.

He steps up behind me, cock nudging against my lower back, leaving a wet line down to my ass. Lito holds my hips to still me as I reach for my own cock, needing to feel something touching me. He catches my hands and slides them up the mirror until I reach the top of it, which I grab on to. Now that I’m hanging on to it and am stretched out before him, he watches me with greedy eyes. I can’t look away from the hot gaze holding me captive in the mirror.

His hand runs down my thigh before lifting it so one leg is in the air as he sinks down in order to match my height. When his cock brushes against my hole, I dig my nails into the top of the mirror, eager for more. He presses against my entrance, which seems to resist at first before slowly opening to accept his size. I moan as I bow my head into the mirror. How he thinks I’m going to remain standing as he fucks me, I have no idea.

It feels tight as he continues to slide into me until he’s as deep as he can go. One hand grabs my hip and the other reaches around to my cock, which he takes and strokes.

“Oh fuck…” I groan.

Lito slides back, rocking his hips just slightly. Then he does it again, but this time, he thrusts up into me. He begins moving fast, his thick cock thrusting in and out of me, hand stroking me until my legs feel weak. And then when he hits that sweet spot inside me, I moan and nearly collapse on him. My fingers dig into the mirror to keep myself up as pleasure consumes me.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Yes,” I groan.

The moans coming from him excite me; I’m thrilled he seems to enjoy this as much as I do. He tugs my cock, and the pressure he puts on the base makes me arch my back until my head is on his shoulder.

“Look at me,” Lito growls, and I quickly find his eyes in the mirror. “Look at how dirty you are.”

I let my eyes run down our reflection. We’re near a corner, so he tilts my head until I can see the reflection of our sides. I’m drawn in by the way he has me pressed against the mirror, my cock rubbing it every time he thrusts. As he moves, I can see the base of his cock just before it disappears into my hole.

And he’s staring back at me.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Oh, I do, but I can’t say it. My face is already red enough from him pointing it out.

“Am I embarrassing you?” he asks. “Your gorgeous face is getting very red.”

I shake my head.

I turn back to the mirror in front of me and my breath fogs up the glass as he moves inside me. I know I can’t take much more, especially with the way he’s taken over my senses. As though he knows I’m getting close, he squeezes the base of my dick.

“I need to come.”

“Not yet,” he says.

My cock aches. I need to come. I need him to stroke me, rub me. He arches up, hitting that spot inside me just as he lets go of my cock. My balls tighten as he holds me up. I lose my grip on the mirror and my hands slide down it. Cum shoots out, hitting the mirror and running down it while I lean my head against my reflection. He groans as he buries himself in me, his orgasm taking over.

He slowly pulls out of me and grabs my arm. Gently, he turns me around, and I lean back into the mirror as I look up at him.

“Fuck…” He steps back and grabs his pants. “I’ll… get something… to clean you up.”

Lito doesn’t look too happy as he buttons his pants and rushes across the floor. I awkwardly stand there, really feeling like I should put my clothes on or something. I grab my shirt and yank it on before finding my underwear, but he returns with a wet paper towel before I can get them on.

He seems as awkward as me, which is strange, and I realize what I’d been dreading. He’s upset.

“I’m sorry,” I say as I hold my underwear in front of me.

Lito looks up and shakes his head as he continues to hold the paper towel. I notice it’s dripping water. “Don’t be sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have gone through with it when you’re my student. I’m sorry.”

I’m positive that I can hear my heart cracking. I quickly put my underwear on and then my pants.

“Let me clean you up.”

“No! I’ll take a shower when I get home. I’m sorry.” I grab my shoes and rush for the door without bothering to put them on.

“Hunter, wait.”

I hesitate before slowly looking back at him.

“I just… I’m so sorry. I’m your professor, and I shouldn’t have done that.” He walks up to me and reaches out before hesitating. Then he grabs my face and leans down to set his forehead against mine. “I don’t want you to feel like I was just using you for sex or… whatever you think. If you weren’t my student, I would be begging to take you out on a date. But if we were caught, I would lose my job, and I need this job to keep my business afloat. Okay? We can’t do this. I’m sorry that I got caught up in the moment and fucked up.”

I nod. “I understand. I promise. I won’t say or do anything that would let it get out.”

Lito steps back and gives me a soft smile. “Good night, Hunter.”

“Night,” I say before quickly slipping out the door.

The walk from my car back to my dorm is the most awkward walk I’ve ever taken. There’s a swirling whirlwind of emotions bouncing around inside me that won’t let my mind calm down. It’s enough that I have to keep myself from running to the dorm to give myself something to do.

Once I reach my room, I push the door open and grab clean clothes. Then I hurry into the bathroom to shower.

I might have stayed in there all night if my phone hadn’t started beeping. When I pull the curtain open so I can find my phone, I’m not sure if I’m more terrified that it is or isn’t Lito. I flip it over and find myself feeling some sense of relief when I realize that it’s Parker.

Parker: So?

Me: I’m coming over.

Without bothering to dry off, I pull on my clean clothes and run all the way to Parker’s dorm. When I reach his room, I knock until the door opens and Parker looks at me in concern.

“What happened?” he asks, eyebrows drawn together.

“I’m an idiot,” I tell him as I enter his room and he closes the door behind me.

“No, you’re not.”

“We had sex, but you can’t tell anyone because I really don’t want him to lose his job,” I blurt.

He looks surprised. “Oh! So… isn’t that what you wanted?”

“It was amazing and perfect.”

“Yeah… that’s okay, you can keep that part to yourself. So… what happened that now has you upset?”

“Afterward, I could tell he instantly regretted it. And he just… wanted to forget it happened. He told me he was sorry and…”

I sink down on Parker’s bed, clothes damp from not drying myself. Parker walks over and kneels in front of me.

“And it upset you.”

It isn’t a question, but I nod anyway. “I’m such a fool.”

“No, you’re just… the kind of guy who invests everything into something. I think I know you well enough to know that you throw your heart into what you want. You’re not a fling kind of guy.”

“I know, it was really stupid to get invested in something when he’s my professor.”

“I’m sure he feels the same way, but if he was just using you for sex, he wouldn’t have felt bad, would he?”

“I don’t know.”

“You know! You’re just being stubborn!”

“I know. I just… I know he had to say what he did. I know he has to protect his job. I just kind of… super… really hoped he kind of liked me too, you know?”

“Maybe he does. He can’t really tell you that, now can he?” Parker asks.

“I know. I just got caught up in the moment, and maybe I was jumping all in when I really should have just enjoyed it for what it was, you know? I’m sure he’s anxious that I could tell someone who would spread it around, but I would never do that. I’d never ruin his job for him.”

“I know you wouldn’t. And I’m sure he knows you’re nice enough that you wouldn’t. But it’d be risky for him to continue things.”

“So do I just like… pretend it never happened, even though I’m positive we’re meant to be and we could have a house together and could adopt some dogs and?—”

Parker starts laughing, which makes me laugh as well. “My sweet, sweet brother. How are you related to me in any way? Did you also ask him to marry you? Is that why he shooed you off?”

“No! Of course he doesn’t know what goes on in my mind.”

“What if you just imply that you will no longer be his student shortly and will be graduating soon and if he’s interested, maybe you could get married afterward.”

I give him a light smack on the shoulder as he laughs. “You’re mean.”

“I know.”

“I’ll tell him that maybe we could go out for a coffee with the possibility of marriage.”

Parker gives me a thumbs-up. “Perfect! How about we watch a movie?”

I nod, since it does sound like a good idea to distract myself from everything. I scoot back as he grabs his laptop and crawls into bed next to me. It reminds me of our childhood when we would sneak into each other’s rooms and stay up way past our bedtime.

Once the movie ends, I stay in Parker’s room instead of going back to my own. He doesn’t even ask if I want to stay, just hands me one of his pillows and tells me not to snore, as if I’m the one who snores and not him. He falls asleep soon after the movie ends, but I remain awake for some time. When my phone vibrates, my stomach seizes, but I reach over and pick it up.

Lito: I’m really sorry. Please forgive me.

For a long moment, I feel nervous about messaging him back and debate what I should say in my mind for far too long. I want to tell him what I told Parker I would—that maybe we could do something after he’s no longer my professor—but a part of me is convinced that I’m going to get shot down, so it’s better to not even ask.

Me: It’s okay. I understand. I promise I won’t tell anyone.

I hug my phone to my chest and after a long while, I finally fall asleep.