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hand. I wished I felt the way he looked, well-rested and energetic. His blue eyes were clear and bright upon me, a slash of sunlight painting white-blond highlights over the crown of his head. Cameron, I remembered, before confirming by darting a look at his name tag. I’d had him as a server a couple of other times and liked him. He was quick with a smile that read as genuine rather than forced. And he gave great service.
Meanwhile, I could barely get a shoelace to commit to a knot, much less find someone I was interested in—not that I was searching hard.
“What if you suck the wrong dick next time you’re at the howdy hole?” Jesse widened his eyes dramatically. I gaped at him. “What the fuck? Is howdy hole the trendy name for a glory hole?” Jesse pursed his lips and booped me on the nose. “No. I made it up, but it should be. Howdy hole is friendlier. Inviting like a handshake. But with dicks.” When I stopped wheezing with laughter, I said, “I wouldn’t suck the wrong dick, though. I’d know his dick anywhere.” He put a hand over his heart and batted his lashes. “That’s so romantic.”
Professor Lusk was my glory hole guy. My glory hole guy was Professor Lusk. I had sucked my professor’s dick. My professor had sucked mine. And I had really fucking liked it. I had to tell him. Wait, no, that was literally the worst idea ever. Fuck.
I was fucking around with my own student. A student I was already attracted to.
“Did you send Paul away because he was flirting with me and you didn’t like it? I saw you look over.” Christ, the guy’s bluntness kept catching me off guard. “No, I…” I took a breath. “He’s supposed to be helping you with class, not trying to get into your pants.” Cameron arched a brow. Then, he plucked his paper from my hands and stood, shoving his things in his pack. “What if I don’t mind the idea of him in my pants?” I bit back the obvious question. The question he seemed to anticipate if the way his mouth hooked at one corner was any indication. “Are you jealous, Professor?”
“Of course you’re a fucking great kisser,” Cameron breathed, echoing my exact thoughts before sealing his mouth to mine again.
“I wanted to suck your cock.” His lips tipped up in a grin. “I wanted you to want it as badly as I did, wanted you to bend me over your desk and fuck me until I couldn’t catch my breath.” I studied his face, the feverish hunger in his eyes, wondering if mine reflected the same. “Unzip me and pull out my cock,” I told him, leaning back in the chair. “Get it wet, suck it until I can’t stand it anymore.”
“I want to taste you before I fuck you.” “Oh shit,” he whispered. “I mean, yes, please. Whatever you want, Professor.”
“Everyone’s a little fucked-up. Personally, I’ve always thought there were two nonnegotiable truths in life: no one gets out alive, and no one comes into adulthood without a few broken parts.”
The sex, the time we spent together, the impulsiveness he brought out in me. I was starting to get the idea that it was just him I loved. Everything about him. The thought felt both dangerous and alluring, scratching at the corners of my mind, echoing in the chambers of my heart. Because if it was true, I had no fucking clue what came next.
Regardless of the nature of human behavior, choosing you remains the best decision I’ve ever made. With love, Grady”
