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  Remembering back to the way he always looked at me before, I’d assumed he was simply eager or attentive, not daydreaming about getting bent over my desk or letting me spank his ass till it turned hot pink and sensitive. I never would have thought all that was lurking under that sweet, shy, boy-next-door exterior.

  After reading that letter, I had to consider whether or not I’d be able to resist the pen nibbling or the sight of him gazing up at me, piercing me with those entrancing green eyes.

  I felt like I would go insane if I couldn’t have him.

  Never in my life had I ever even touched a student, much less fucked one. Then again, I’d never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I wanted to fuck Mr. Davis. And now that I knew he wanted me just as much, my desire increased ten-fold.

  The thought of actually giving in to my unethical desires was giving me an unethical hard-on, not one of those stiffies that usually subsides after thinking about my grandma’s bursitis, but the kind of erection that felt like my fucking dick would burst if I didn’t immediately stick it into something hot, slick, and responsive. I couldn’t, though. Eyeing the clock, I realized I had a class to teach in less than ten minutes. I had no time to be standing around, nursing the hard-on in my pants.

  With my briefcase carefully positioned in front of my tented slacks, I made my way back to theology lecture room, still unable to get over the fact that, Kaleb, my TA, had been thinking those thoughts about me, a boring, grey-headed, forty-year-old professor with old-fashioned tastes in clothing.

  My hands shook as I ran my fingers through my hair and removed my glasses. The next hour was going to be a long one, especially since Mr. Davis was scheduled to come in to finish working on the last group of tests.

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  My career is over. That was the first coherent thought I’d managed since Kaleb Davis had casually strolled into my lecture room with his messy brown hair, shy green eyes, a messenger bag thrown over his shoulder, and that goddamn motherfucking green shirt. Unsurprisingly, he looked even hotter in it than I remembered.

  I am completely and utterly fucked beyond belief, or at least I thought so before our eyes met, and then I knew it was far worse than I’d feared. One side of his mouth lifted slightly, as if he were surprised or pleased. I couldn’t have been certain.

  Maybe I didn’t need this job as badly as I thought.

  Reality came bouncing back as soon as I recognized the dangerous direction my thoughts were headed in. Quickly, I composed my expression, remembering myself.

  Desire and vulnerability must have been written all over my face.

  The small smile that had been playing on Kaleb’s full lips straightened into a grim line. He looked away, shaking his head as if trying to physically dislodge some unpleasant thought. As guilty as I felt for causing him to look so hurt, my cock still throbbed at the sight of him.

  God, I want him so fucking much.

  “Mr. Davis, I expect to see you in my office after class.” The gruff, lust-filled words tumbled from my traitorous lips before my brain had a chance to catch up.

  His eyes popped open, wide with shock. He blinked twice before his face twisted with fear.

  He thought I was angry, that I planned to turn him in. Had it been someone else—anyone else—I probably would have. But not him, not Kaleb, even though I knew, for the sake of my career and my sanity, that turning him in was the right thing to do. But I couldn’t, and as much as I tried to fight it, I knew exactly what was going to happen the moment the two of us were alone in my office.

  Unsurprisingly, the knowledge that I would end up giving in to my desires didn’t provide an ounce of comfort. I could still feel Kaleb’s anxious, eyes on me, and as much as I wanted to clue him in, to let him know that I wanted him, I had a class to teach. There was no way I could make it through if he was sitting across from me, looking at me with even a tenth of the intensity he had the night before.

  All during the lecture I was irritable and grumpy, snapping at students who asked dumb questions or answered incorrectly. Maybe I was being an ass, but I didn’t know how else to act, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with students right now. At least not with my dick so hard and painfully trapped inside my slacks, begging to be freed from its cotton prison. It was seriously testing the limits of my zipper as I hid the rather damning evidence of my arousal behind the large oak podium at the front of my class. I was fairly certain my poor balls were going to explode before I made it through the rest of this lecture.

  The one thing that managed to make that entire situation infinitely worse was Kaleb’s penetrating gaze—his stare boring into me, as if he could see the outline of my straining cock through the podium like some fucked up X-rated, x-ray vision. My eyes stayed fixed on the students toward the back of the class. It was all I could do to avoid his stare.

  “In your next assignment, I’d like you to choose three pieces of art that inspire you. Describe each piece, the medium, and what message you believe the artist was attempting to convey. Tell me why those pieces inspire you and what drew you to them specifically. I need these essays in my inbox by Thursday. Questions?” There were none. Students rarely ever questioned my assignments. I scanned the room, still purposefully avoiding Kaleb’s eyes.

  By my watch, I still had ten minutes left, but I knew there was no way I could make it that long, not with a cock this hard. “I’ll see you all back here on Wednesday.”

  As the class began gathering their things to leave, I finally gave myself permission to look at the guy who had—so suddenly and thoroughly—commanded my dick’s attention. “I’ll be in my office waiting, Mr. Davis. Don’t be long,” I told him gruffly.

  It wasn’t exactly a demand. He could say no, or just not show up. It was his choice, and after the things I’d read, I knew he’d come to me. Feeling mostly confident, I forced myself to look away as I grabbed my laptop and briefcase and walked out the door.

  The journey down the hall toward my office felt like the longest of my life, my thoughts teetering dangerously between guilt and excitement, self-disgust and desire. My dick, on the other hand, knew exactly what it wanted. The thing was still fighting a losing battle against my zipper.

  As I twisted the brass handle, opening the door to the only true sanctuary I had at the university, I fought the urge to look back and see if Kaleb was following. Not knowing how much time I had, I quickly took a few precautions, checking my planner to ensure I hadn’t forgotten any tutoring sessions or faculty meetings. Once I was satisfied we wouldn’t be interrupted, I closed the blinds, further guaranteeing my meeting with Mr. Davis wouldn’t be seen by prying eyes. I was so focused on making sure everything was perfect that I startled in response to the light tap at my office door.

  Kaleb. Finally.

  “Come in,” I called from behind my desk. There was no way I was going to allow the ridiculously large tent in my slacks to give me away.

  He stepped through the door, his face pale and as white as a sheet.

  I’m such an asshole.

  Clearing my throat, I motioned toward the chair in front of my desk. “Please sit,” I told him, my voice steady and even. I sounded infinitely more composed than I actually felt.

  He nodded and proceeded to hang his messenger bag on the back of the chair before taking a seat in front of me. Things were awkward, and the air between us felt thick with tension.

  “It was you the entire time, wasn’t it?” I already knew the answer to that question. I just needed to hear him admit it out loud.

  Kaleb shrugged and looking away from me, upset. “I know it was wrong. I know it was an invasion of your privacy. I’m sorry, and I shouldn’t have left you those notes,” he muttered.

  “What did you hope to gain from all this?” I waved my hand in explanation toward the note he’d left earlier. “Were you just trying to fuck with me?” Kaleb’s eyes snapped to mine, his expression intense as he sucked in a breath of surprise. “If you were, then it worked
...at first.” His eyes softened with remorse. I could tell he really felt bad. Most of the pent-up anger and frustration that had been building up inside me was gone, dissipated the moment I read that final note and worked out the goal and Kaleb’s end game. It had all been a tease—a bit of fucked up foreplay. All that aside, I still felt compelled to watch him squirm after the shit he put me through. “You had me watching my back, obsessively avoiding my desk, mailbox, and briefcase on the off chance that one of those infuriatingly observant notes might be in there taunting me.” By that point, Kaleb was looking down again, rubbing his eyes anxiously, his guilt apparent.

  “I wasn’t trying to gain anything. I just, I dunno, wanted to watch you get all flustered and worked up. It wasn’t to like...scare you or anything,” he explained, seeming genuinely remorseful that his notes had caused me distress. “Wait...you said it worked at first? What does that mean?”

  I released a breath before leaning back into my chair, my hands steepled in front of my chest. If Kaleb happened to glance toward the zippered front of my tweed trousers, my erection would be too obvious to ignore.

  “After a while, I began looking forward to them...enjoying them even though they frustrated me beyond belief. I started fantasizing about the person who sent them, wondering if he was fantasizing about me, wishing that he was the one I wanted.”

  Kaleb’s eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock. I couldn’t help but imagine sliding my cock between those soft-looking lips. “Now that that’s all cleared up, what am I going to do with you?” Kaleb looked like he was about to cry until suddenly his gaze flickered down. The second his eyes bugged out comically, I knew he’d spotted the erection tenting my trouser. He stared at my lap for a moment before looking back up at me. One side of his mouth turned up in smug satisfaction.

  “Should I report this to the Dean of Students? I don’t imagine she’d appreciate reading those nasty little notes,” I growled, making no effort to hide my tented pants from his wandering gaze.

  His eyes met mine, silently telling me he’d play my game.

  “Please don’t, sir! Any kind of disciplinary action would cause me to lose my scholarship!” he cried convincingly, leaning forward against my desk. His eyes begged. Kaleb bit his bottom lip, looking enticingly nervous. I could watch him do that all day, and I would have had he not said the words I’d been waiting all day to hear. “I’ll do anything—”

  “Anything?” I interrupted smugly. “That last note was a tall order. I believe you mentioned something about me bending you over my desk so I can pound into your ass till your legs give out.” Oh yeah, he liked that. “And what else did you say? Something about letting me spank you? I was especially intrigued by the part where you admitted your desire to suck my cock before I fucked you any way I pleased.” My stern, accusing words came out in a growl. Kaleb was sitting up straighter now, his sooty lashes fanned against his high cheekbones, hiding the tell-tale lust in his dark green eyes. “As you said...anything I want.”

  “Y—yes,” he stammered before nodding and nervously biting his full, bottom lip.

  “Even if I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of this office?”

  “Oh God,” he groaned, his expression glazing over with pure, unbridled desire. “Yes.”

  “Get your naughty ass over here and show me then,” I grunted, unable to contain my own desires.

  This is it.

  Once he has my dick between his lips, there’s no turning back.

  Who am I kidding?

  There’s no fucking way I’m going to stop now.

  Kaleb stood quickly, eagerly responding to my stern command. As soon as he was in front of me, I knew exactly what I wanted him to do first.

  “On your knees, Mr. Davis,” I ordered, rubbing my hand against the bulge in my slacks so there was no question about what I was asking of him.

  With trembling fingers, he reached for my belt, fumbling as he pulled the leather strap from the buckle.

  Fuck. He’s really going to do it.

  I couldn’t wait to see his full red lips wrapped around the head of my dick, sucking me like a fucking lollipop. The thought caused my hips to shift impatiently as he worked to undo the button on my slacks.

  My cock was throbbing. and it was all I could do not to jizz in my pants like a goddamn virgin.

  Seconds later, Kaleb’s hands were sliding beneath the waistband of my boxers, wrapping around the thick shaft, making me groan at the sensations created by his smooth masculine hand, an extreme contrast to my own rough grip. As good as it felt to have a man’s hands on me, I needed more, something hot and wet to shove my cock into before my balls exploded.

  “Is this okay?” he whispered, looking up at me, his words unsure. I didn’t know if it was shyness or a lack of experience that caused him to seem so nervous, but for some reason his concerned reluctance was turning me on even more. I was so fucking sick.

  “Yeah. Pull my dick out. Show me how you imagine sucking me when you’re in bed at night playing with your cock.” He gasped again but nodded, still seemingly nervous, though a small smile played on his lips.

  With obvious excitement, Kaleb’s grip tightened like a vise, making my abdominals ripple in an effort to keep from pumping my seed all over his hand. I was going to have to calm myself down, because if I was already having this much trouble holding my load, there was no way I was going to be able to hold back when he took me in his mouth.

  “Oh God, Professor Cameron. You’re so big,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous mixture of fear and genuine awe.

  Holy shit.

  This guy was like a goddamn wet dream. Jesus. Could my ego be stroked any harder? My dick twitched in his hand, wanting to be stroked as well.

  “You’ve never had a dick this big?” I asked knowingly. Even if he had, I had a feeling those young, inexperienced college boys he probably fooled around with had no idea how to fuck a guy’s ass properly.

  He blushed and looked away, shaking his head. That’s what I thought.

  “Well, then. You’re in for a treat.” With unwavering hands, I slid my palm around, cupping his jaw and urging his face closer to where I wanted it. Kaleb licked his lips in anticipation. “Come on, baby. Show Professor Cameron how good you can be.”

  Without further hesitation, his soft pink tongue tenuously slipped from between his lips, lapping at the tip of my dick. The heat of his wet mouth suddenly enveloped me as he attempted to force the entire length of my fucking cock into his mouth. Holy shit. That’s it...oh fuck.

  Kaleb closed his eyes and groaned this sexy little sound that caused my balls to tighten, making it pretty fucking apparent that my severely neglected cock wasn’t used to such special treatment, my stamina wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

  He continued the sweet torture, using his lips and tongue to expertly suck me into oblivion. It made me wonder if the whole shy persona was just an act he was using to tease the fuck out of me, or if he just needed a little nudge to come out of his shell. My dick appreciated it either way

  “Jesus, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.” The urge to shoot my seed deep in his throat became more prevalent with each passing second and lap of his soft, wet tongue. Needing to take control of the situation, I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, gripping the back of his head so I could guide his movements. “Oh, fuck...yes!”

  With my hands controlling the depth and speed, I felt powerful, irresistible, insatiable. Kaleb was so perfect and young, the most delicious mix of sin and innocence. I loved his fuckable mouth and the pleasure he gave, the way he moaned and began gently palming and massaging my balls in one hand as he stroked my cock hard and fast with the other.

  It wasn’t until he hummed around my dick that I really lost it, balls tightening as my cock began to twitch and jerk inside his mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned loudly, spilling a load of hot, white cum onto his eager tongue, biting back the urge to shout in response to the primal reaction exploding i
nside me. Kaleb sputtered and choked as I continued, forcing my cock down his constricting throat until every drop of my seed had been swallowed. I’d never felt such pleasure.

  “Oh God, you were so good,” I complimented, relieving his mouth of my big dick, feeling certain that his jaw was probably sore from having it worked so thoroughly. He looked at me, dazed, recovering from the aftereffects of a good, hard mouth-fucking.

  “Do you want to keep going?” I knew good and well that, like me, Mr. Davis was far too horny to stop now. Wordlessly, he leaned forward, sliding his fingers beneath the ribbed edge of my argyle sweater. He smiled a small smile before pulling the sweater up, revealing my thin cotton undershirt. I do believe Mr. Davis wants me to disrobe.

  Unopposed to his attention, I allowed him to slip the sweater from my body, first removing my glasses before I raised my arms in the air to make things easier. Next to go was my undershirt and tie. I began to pull at the plaid tie when Kaleb reached up and stopped me.

  “May I?” he asked. My hands dropped, welcoming his attention.

  Kaleb gave me a mischievous grin before climbing on top and straddling me. His hands gripped my biceps as he settled himself, pressing his warm chest against mine. God it felt good to have him this close. He smelled fantastic too, a mixture of light cologne, fresh laundry, and boy. The position might have been infinitely more interesting had my poor deflated cock not been resting quietly against my thigh. He glanced at my neck briefly as if contemplating how to proceed.

  “Are you planning to tear my bowtie off with your teeth?” I asked him, laughing a little. Itching to touch him, I slid my hands around his slim hips, pulling him toward me.

  “I hadn’t planned on it, but now that you mention it, I think I will.” Kaleb grinned as he grabbed one end of the tie, testing it out, drawing me even closer—so close—I could almost feel his heart pounding in his chest. Those dark green eyes fluttered shut as his fingers slid into the hair that curled around the nape of my neck. I groaned as he brushed his warm lips against my neck before placing an opened-mouthed kiss against that sensitive spot behind my ear. My eyes rolled back as my cock began to stir again.