Out in the Offense (Out in College #3)

by Lane Hayes

I couldn’t stop thinking about my new tutor. Rory had a snarky sense of humor and unapologetic self-confidence. He seemed to have a million sharp edges, but I could tell he had a softer side too. Add in a hunky physique and it was no wonder he’d unwittingly starred in a couple of my nightly jack-off sessions this week.

I’m about to give you some great advice.” “What is it?” “Fuck the tutor.” “Excuse me?” I asked incredulously. “You heard me. Fuck him. Let him fill your brain with numbers and equations and then ask him to fill your—”

If it kept me from worrying about passing statistics with the help of my unexpectedly sexy tutor…even better.

‘En mí todo ese fuego se repite’ and this says, ‘En mí nada se apaga ni se olvida.’ The translation is, ‘In me all this fire is repeated’ and ‘In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten.’ The poem is called ‘If You Forget Me,’ and it’s poignant as fuck. If you don’t know it, look it up.”

So what’s your problem? Tell me all about it.” I chuckled at his tone. I just wanted to hear him talk. He sounded like a sexy therapist…if that was possible. The deep timbre of his voice soothed me and kept me grounded in a way I couldn’t explain.

“What should I get? Chocolate Chunk or Cookies and Cream?” I snickered merrily. “Chocolate Chunk, of course.” “Of course. Now, what problem are you stuck on? Read it to me and…” I opened the book and recited the equation with a ridiculous smile on my face. And just like that, I felt like myself again.

He traced each digit, pausing to suck my middle finger one last time before cupping my chin and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. The element of sheer carnal nastiness might have been the hottest thing ever.

I just didn’t know how to get back to “normal.” Was there a nice way to say “Thanks, see ya next week” to the guy who’d fed me our combined jizz via his incredibly talented tongue? Somehow I doubted it.

The problem is, I know her God and mine aren’t the same. The messages are too different. One says ‘Do unto others as you would have done unto you’ and the other adds a clause in tiny writing at the bottom of the page…‘but only if they look, act, and share the same beliefs as you.’ I prefer the benevolent choice, but maybe that’s because I know who I am, and I know I can’t change it.”

“Ha. Nice try but Sky doesn’t eat junk food,” I said. “Fuck, no wonder we hate this guy,” he grumbled. “We don’t hate him.” “How do we feel about him?” “We think he’s irritating. But as of this afternoon, there’s a concern he’s got some misplaced jealousy issues too.” I propped myself on my elbow and smiled. “Nicely done.”

Maybe I’d feel a pang of regret later, because surely begging my sexy tutor to fuck me wasn’t my best life choice. However, at that moment it seemed pretty fucking inspired. And he seemed like the best thing that had ever come my way.

“Nobody is as invested in your life as you. Period. Not your mom, your dad, or best fuckin’ friend. Nobody else walks in your shoes or sees through your eyes or feels what you do. Even when they want to, they can’t.

“My boy likes rules,” Rory said with a grin. I lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “Your boy?” “Yeah. You’re mine. Don’t argue.” I held his gaze for a long moment and then smiled. “Okay.”

I wanted to tell him how I felt right then and there, but I didn’t know how to say, “I want you so much, I can’t breathe sometimes.”

Three oh five in the afternoon, November 15th. This was the day I truly fell in love with Rory.