Page 35 of Teach Me
“Yourservice—” I started. Goddamn the way his lips twitched at the corners. “Is impeccable. I thought maybe it was best to avoid any reminders of that fact for a while, especially after last night.”
“But now here I am in your office again.”
“Yes.” I laced my fingers over my belt and dragged my attention away from the patterns he was tracing lightly over the surface of my desk. “I thought perhaps we should talk again, establish some sort of?—”
“Are you interested in that guy? The other professor you were with last night?” Cameron peered at me from beneath his lashes, and behind the guarded expression, I caught a glimpse of vulnerability.
“Professor Lingen. And no, I’m not remotely interested. I made that clear to him.” I wondered if Cameron was aware I could see the way the tension at his shoulders eased.
“Did you like the video I sent you?” His gaze moved over me, as if searching my expression for the truth behind the lie trying to form on my lips.
“It certainly made an impression.” I tried for diplomatic, but Cameron’s smirk said he had other ideas.
“Did you jerk off to it?”
“I don’t think I should answer that.” From where I sat across the desk, I could just make out the bulge of his cock against his jeans, see his pulse hammering visibly at the side of his throat. Iremembered the way it had felt under my touch, and suddenly, I knew, despite my best intentions, we were not going to be talking things out.
Being reckless wasn’t something I’d ever been in my life. I’d studied hard, been polite, played sports, made good grades, been a faithful husband, and built a solid academic career path that I’d followed to the letter. The few times I’d veered off course, fear and uncertainty had wrapped around my chest like a vise. I waited for its familiar grip as Cameron held me in the thrall of his blue eyes, this delightfully quirky human who’d made me come as easily as he’d made me smile, and who most certainly didn’t belong in my office or anywhere else in my life.
But it never came.
“Go lock the door.” I slid my chair back from my desk. “Then come here.”
I was charged with anticipation and desire as Cam retraced his steps to flip the lock on the door and then approached me slowly.
“This is one of my favorite fantasies,” he breathed out.
“A shoebox office in a university?” I arched a brow.
“Yeah. Professor and student.” The unnecessary clarification, the way he said it with both finality and hesitancy, put fire in my veins that surged through my balls. Cameron stopped in front of me, gaze dipping to the fly of my trousers. When he licked his lips, I couldn’t help but imagine them painted with my cum. “Have you ever had that fantasy?”
I’d not entertained anything like that since my own days in college, and there were a million reasons why I’d never let myself go down that path. Every one of them disintegrated as I looked up at him. “Not until you,” I said, admitting the truth. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re disappointed in your essay grade and want to know if there’s anything you can do to make up for it?”
He nodded solemnly. “Mm-hmm. So is there?”
“You could try working a bit harder next time.” He’d made an A-plus, and had earned it fairly, but who was counting at this point?
Cameron’s tone turned wry. “Gosh, I wish I’d thought of that, Professor. But maybe there’s some sort of…extra credit I could do?” The way his teeth clamped onto his lower lip made my dick throb.
“Perhaps.” Drawing in a slow breath, I gave myself over to temptation, running the backs of my knuckles up the inseam of his jeans to feel the firm press of muscle beneath.
I spread my legs wider and grasped Cameron by the thighs, pulling him closer.
He gazed down at me with half-lidded eyes. “Did you want to do this the last time I was in your office?”
“I did.” Alone in my bed in the dark, that meeting had played out much differently in my mind.
“What was going to happen after that?”
“When you asked me what I wanted?”
He nodded, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly when I ran my thumb along the crotch of his jeans, dipping low enough to feel the heat of his balls.
“I wanted you to suck my cock,” I admitted, and god, I’d thought the anonymity of the bathroom stalls had been hot, but being able to see his face as I spoke, how my words and touch affected him, was light-years better than every fantasy that had been playing in my head over the past few weeks.
“Is that what you want now?” He lowered to his knees slowly, keeping his eyes on my face as his breath ghosted over my lap. “For me to suck you off, let you pummel the back of my throat until I choke?”
“What about what you wanted that day?” I barely checked a groan as his fingertips coasted up my thighs and over the front ofmy fly. Even the light contact sent a pleasurable tingle through me, and I arched into his touch.