Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
And he was. That’s the thing about him—there’s no doubt in my mind Colton wants to help. That he’s the type of person who would do anything for anyone in need. Everything we do is because he wants to try and make my life easier, better, and no one has ever been that for me.
“I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just didn’t expect it. I don’t know what to do with yesterday—meeting your friends, the way they helped with Sadie, you and Nash. That’s not what this is supposed to be.” Like what Sadie said about Nash earlier, I never had someone I could depend on either, and I’m not sure how to deal with that. “I worry if we depend on you too much, and if Nash gets too close, then what happens when we stop this? And none of that even takes into consideration that I’m your professor.” I run a hand through my hair, pushing away from my desk to pace the room.
“You’re waiting for something to go wrong. You’re expecting me to disappear or stop doing this, aren’t you?”
Yes. What makes you different from anyone else? What did I do to deserve you?
My ears get echoey, pulse thudding, the twisting and turning in my gut too much to ignore, but I can’t make myself say anything either. What the fuck would I say? “This is why I don’t do this. I don’t know how to do this. People are…hard for me.”
“James,” he says softly.
“I don’t know what to expect, even when you tell me. I know what I should expect, but there’s always a voice inside me that says something will inevitably go wrong.”
“James,” he says again, this time stepping in front of me, hands on my hips, holding me with what I know are calloused fingers. I crave his touch on my skin, wish he could slip his hand beneath my shirt and really touch me…make me feel. I so rarely feel.
“Breathe with me, good boy. Look at me.” His voice is so gentle, yet demanding at the same time. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t deny him.
I meet his gaze, his minty breath ghosting across my skin.
We take a deep breath in together, then exhale.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“Please,” is the only word I can make fall from my lips. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but really, I do, don’t I?
Colton answers my unasked question, sealing his lips to mine, letting me taste him for the first time in months. He kisses with hunger and dominance, pushing his tongue into my mouth, demanding what I would freely give him. He pulls me closer, his grip on me tightening, the rest of the world, hell, the whole damn universe slipping away as I lose myself in my Sir. His mouth slides down my neck, his teeth biting into my throat, making me hiss. My dick is throbbing, hard as stone from just one kiss, as he runs his tongue down my skin, tasting, savoring.
“I want to suck you,” I say. “Please, Sir. Let me suck you.”
“James…we shouldn’t. This isn’t—”
“Please, Sir. I need it so bad.”
“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice gravelly and harsh. “Get on your knees.”
I’ll regret this later, I’m sure. It will be something else I beat myself up over, that plagues my mind and makes me worry, but right now, I can’t find it in myself to care. I just want to feel good, and he gives me that.
I collapse onto my knees, looking up at him, not moving or touching him because he hasn’t said I can yet.
“Look at you, waiting for instruction. You’re such a good fucking boy, so eager to obey. You would sit there for hours if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer honestly. I’m here, in this headspace where real life doesn’t matter as much.
“But I wouldn’t do that to you, not here. Maybe one day you can come to my house and stay on your knees all day for me, sucking me off when I want, nuzzling in, living right there between my legs. Would you like that?”
“You know I would.” My heart thumps against my chest.
“Pull my pants down but leave my underwear on.”
I say a silent thank-you that my fingers obey and work more efficiently than when I tried to open the door not long ago, and seconds later his jeans are at his feet, my hands on his hips as I look up at him, waiting for my next instruction.
“Suck me through my underwear, nuzzle your face in there. I want to watch you in class and know my scent is all over your skin.”
My dick twitches in a way I never would have expected before Colton because damn, do I want that too. I press my face into his groin, breathe in the musky, heady scent of him, get drunk off it as I open my mouth and suck on his balls through the fabric. It’s killing me not to be able to taste him, but at least I can smell him, can feel him, the heat radiating off him and the heaviness of his balls, his hot, hard length against my cheek when I rub my face against him. Wetness seeps through the fabric of his dark-blue boxer briefs, both from my mouth and his precum, as I lick and suck him, wishing I could devour him.