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It was a glory hole. A bona fide, true-blue glory hole.
Opening line!
“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.
his eyes were pure hunger, drowning in the euphoric high of finally letting go of our inhibitions
“Go lock the door.” I slid my chair back from my desk. “Then come here.”
“Unzip me
Fuck me, he was using his teacher voice, and I was a total slut for it.
“You’re not a task to complete or something I have to take care of. You’re not a burden.” His gaze burned back into mine. “Then let me take care of you, too. While we’re doing this together, let me take care of you, too.”
As we walked, I slipped his hand in mine, threading our fingers, and the beatific smile he gave me almost had me stopping to embrace him in the middle of the sidewalk.
There’d been more than a few times on campus, in the classroom, or at the cafe when I’d had to fight to keep myself in check, fight not to pull him close, kiss his jaw, touch him in some way.
“I love you, too.” The words came from deep inside me, carved from the space in my heart he now occupied, to spill over his lips in a murmur.
