Teach Me (Extracurricular Activities, #4)

by Neve Wilder

“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.

“You know what’s really messing with me, though? How the fuck did I not figure out it was you sooner?” Cameron’s face scrunched in a frown. “It seems so obvious now.” “Contextual expectation, cognitive load, change blindness, source memory error, acoustic differences,” I rattled off glumly. “Any or all of these things could have been a factor.” It was the easiest question he’d asked me since he’d walked through my door. “Our brains are incredibly efficient at dealing with expected information, but falter in unexpected situations. You didn’t connect the dots for the same reason I didn’t: it seemed preposterous. We filter information based on relevance and familiarity. When you’re out of your usual context, the cues that normally alert us don’t line up the same way. What seems obvious in hindsight was obscured by our psychological blindspots at the time.”

“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.”

“Goddamn.” His voice was strained and his fingers tightened on my hips. I felt him brace against me, another low groan of pleasure escaping him as he withdrew. “You feel so good. So hot and tight it’s driving me crazy. Can you take a little more for me? Let me feel a more of that tight hole gripping my cock?”

“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.”

Regardless of the nature of human behavior, choosing you remains the best decision I’ve ever made. With love, Grady”