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  “I hardly think so.”

  “Just wait until I have your dick in my mouth. I’m going to suck you while I have your plug stuck up my ass. It will be like you fucking me from both ends, and it’s going to drive you mad.”

  Dr. Michaels only gave the cold stare he used to silence a classroom.

  Jason grinned, confident again. The man was retreating, that was what the stare meant. He had nothing more to say. Jason unfastened the professor’s pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. It was as sizable as his bulge indicated. “Fuck,” Jason muttered as he leaned in to swipe his tongue across the head.

  The plug teased his ass as the taste of Dr. Michaels tantalized his mouth. This was easily the hottest thing he’d ever done. Dr. Michaels had closed his eyes and Jason could see the tension in his jaw. The man was going to grind his teeth down if he didn’t stop fighting his desire. “Stop holding back. Let me see just how much you want this.”

  Before Dr. Michaels had a chance to respond, Jason took his cock as far down as he could. He was damn good at sucking cock, but he’d never swallowed one as thick as Dr. Michaels’s. Good thing that big plug was in his ass making him ready to take Dr. Michaels, all of him, hard, fast, just like he wanted. Holy fuck! He was going to come if he didn’t stop thinking like that.

  He sucked, licked, and teased until Dr. Michaels held the sides of his head so he could thrust into his mouth. If Dr. Michaels weren’t confined by his position, Jason had no doubt he’d be fucking Jason’s mouth in earnest. Jason wanted that, wanted him wild. He scooted back enough for Dr. Michaels to stand. “Show me what you want.”

  Dr. Michaels snarled at him, but Jason grabbed his hips, yanking him forward, desperate for Dr. Michaels to know he could take whatever the man wanted to give.

  “Fuck you. For forcing this.” Dr. Michaels drove his cock into Jason’s mouth.

  Jason would have laughed if his mouth wasn’t full.

  “I… God, this is so hot, so—”

  Suddenly, the professor pulled his cock from Jason’s mouth and stumbled back.

  “Too fucking close and there’s no way am I coming until I’m buried inside you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t forget this for a very long time.”

  Jason didn’t think there was any danger of that no matter what they did.

  “I’ve been longing to feel your cock in me all night,” Jason purred.

  “All night? Hell, all year.”

  Jason grinned. “Maybe.”

  “Over the desk. Now.”

  “Ooooh, you’re really going to fuck me on your desk? That is so hot.”

  Dr. Michaels scowled. “Should I take a ruler to your ass first?”

  “Maybe.”

  Dr. Michaels raised his brows

  “You said I needed discipline.”

  “Is that what you’re into? Because—”

  “What I’m into is whatever gets you hot.”

  Dr. Michaels smiled then, a genuine one. “You know what gets me hot? Cheeky boys who know exactly what they want and go for it.”

  “Then I’m all yours.”

  “Not yet, but you’re going to be.”

  Jason got to his feet, so horny he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him. He was trying to keep up the sassy attitude, but he was close to begging himself. He lay over the desk, glad for once the man was such a neat freak and he didn’t have to push anything out of the way. “Fuck me.”

  Dr. Michaels grabbed his hips and positioned him with his ass tilted up. Jason wiggled it, earning a hard slap that forced a groan from him, and not a fake one this time.

  When Dr. Michaels nudged his ankle, encouraging him to spread his legs farther, Jason looked over his shoulder, needing to see the man. He was still dressed, except for his cock hanging out of his pants, which was super hot in an office-porn sort of way. He liked office porn. A lot.

  “Keep your clothes on,” Jason said. “I want you to fuck me just like that.”

  The professor raised his brows. “Oh, do you?”

  Jason nodded.

  Dr. Michaels tugged at Jason’s T-shirt. “It’s a deal if you’ll take this off.”

  Jason rose up enough to struggle out of the shirt, not a graceful move, but he was too horny to put on a good show now. He just needed to be fucked hard until he came.

  When he was in position again, Dr. Michaels stood behind him. Jason held his breath, waiting for the man to take the plug out, but he did nothing except hold Jason’s hips still. “Since you like anticipation, how long do you think you can stay there, still, showing off your ass for me?”

  “Oh fuck.” Being held still by Dr. Michaels was so fucking hot! The man was even better than Jason had imagined.

  Dr. Michaels thumped the base of the plug, making it move inside Jason. “Please, don’t make me wait.” Jason didn’t care about begging anymore, he just needed to be fucked right then.

  “But you’re so sexy when you struggle.”

  The man was too much! If others got to see this sexy-as-hell side of Dr. Michaels, Jason would have a lot of competition. What could he say to push the man over the edge? “You don’t just want to watch. You want to feel my ass around your cock. It’s soooo ready now. You can drive right in, take me any way you want, slow and controlled or hard and fast, pounding me, showing me how hard it’s been to wait.”

  “Fucking hell, you’re a piece of work.” Dr. Michaels took hold of the plug, twisting it and robbing Jason of a chance to make a snarky retort. Jason held himself still, panting, desperate to touch himself.

  “Not so sure of yourself now, huh?”

  “No. I…”

  Dr. Michaels twisted the plug again and Jason jerked. Just when he thought he might die, Dr. Michaels wrapped a hand around Jason’s cock and slid it slowly along his length. “Fuck. Fuck Fuck.” Jason wasn’t going to make it. He was in over his head.

  The evil man laughed. “Don’t you dare come,” he ordered as he worked Jason’s cock faster.

  “Please.” Jason was unraveling; he wasn’t going to last. “I… need you… to fuck me.”

  Dr. Michaels laughed. “Yes, it looks like you really do.”

  Finally, the professor removed the plug. He tossed the condom and got one for himself. Jason watched eagerly as he covered his cock and slicked it up.

  “You ready?” Dr. Michaels asked.

  “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

  Dr. Michaels slapped his ass. “Head down and don’t come until I say so.”

  Jason made a strangled sound as the professor slid his cock over Jason’s hole, teasing him. Then, without warning, he drove in all the way, the brutal thrust almost lifting Jason off his feet. Goddamn, the man was powerful.

  “Yes! God, yes. Just like that.”

  Dr. Michaels chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  Jason struggled against the professor’s hold on him. “More. Fuck. Give me more.”

  Dr. Michaels pulled out slowly, making Jason really feel it. Then he drove in again, hard but controlled over and over until Jason’s legs shook and his cock was so hard, he was sure he could come without touching it.

  Dr. Michaels stopped moving with his cock buried deep inside Jason. “You don’t like waiting, do you? I don’t think you like it any more than I did.”

  Jason shook his head frantically. “No. No, please.”

  “You wanted to break me, but you’re the one begging now, aren’t you?”

  “Fuck you,” Jason snarled.

  “Ask nicely.”

  Jason knew he was beyond playing games. “Please. Please, just do it.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. I want you… to make me… come.”

  “Do you know what I want?

  “Wh-what?” Why was the man tormenting him?

  “I want to fuck you so hard you lose it without touching yourself. Can you do that?”

  Jason’s head swam with
need. He had to concentrate to make his voice work. “I … I don’t know.”

  “Let’s find out.”

  Dr. Michaels pulled back and drove into Jason. He didn’t slow down this time. He kept going, faster, harder. Jason couldn’t think about anything but sensations in his ass and his aching cock. Then the professor changed the angle of his thrusts. His cock slid across Jason’s prostate and pushed him right to the edge.

  “More! Don’t stop. Oh God. Don’t stop.”

  “No, I’m not going to stop until you paint the desk with your cum.”

  Holy shit! Was this man real? Jason had dreamed of Dr. Michaels saying things like that but he never thought he’d experience it.

  “So close. So fucking close,” Jason muttered when Dr. Michaels hit his sweet spot again.

  Dr. Michaels didn’t stop, and Jason’s balls tightened, growing heavy. He was going to come hands-free just like the professor wanted him to. Soon. Soon. And then he was breaking apart. So good. Too good.

  Before he’d ridden through his orgasm, Dr. Michaels stiffened against him and shouted his name. He worked his hips against Jason in a frantic rhythm.

  Eventually, they both wrung themselves out and Jason collapsed on the desk.

  “You okay?” Dr. Michaels asked.

  Jason nodded but then said, “I don’t know.”

  Dr. Michaels pulled out of his ass, and Jason sucked in his breath. “That was…”

  “Yes,” the professor responded. “You’re really something else, aren’t you?”

  Jason opened his mouth to reply, but he had to moisten his lips and swallow before he could speak. “Yes, I am.” So what if his voice shook?

  Dr. Michaels laughed. “I knew you were trouble when they assigned you to the department.”

  “But you didn’t send me away,” Jason said as he forced himself to stand.

  “I didn’t want to, although…”

  Jason sensed the change in tone. The time had come for him to be sent away and told never to mention what happened. At least he had the man once and he would never ever forget it. Ignoring his dizziness and the weakness of his limbs, Jason began searching for his clothes. He didn’t want to hear about what fools they’d been while he was naked.

  Dr. Michaels grabbed his arm. “Sit down before you fall over.”

  Jason pulled away. “I should get dressed.”

  “Just sit the fuck down. I’m not ready for you to go.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Not unless you really want to leave.”

  Jason shook his head. “No. I don’t. Actually I…” No. Jason wasn’t going there.

  Dr. Michaels guided Jason to the chair he’d used as a prop and made him sit down, which was good since he was about to pass out.

  “Please stay there.”

  Jason did because he really didn’t want to fucking faint in front of the professor. What was Dr. Michaels going to say to him? He doubted it would be anything good.

  Dr. Michaels opened his mini fridge and extracted two bottles of water. He opened one and handed it to Jason, then took a drink from the other one. The professor had tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them, but there were stains on his crotch, and he looked like a man who just fucked the hell out of someone. Jason was glad. If Dr. Michaels had remained unruffled by what they’d done, this conversation would be even more humiliating.

  “What were you going to say earlier? What do you want?” Dr. Michaels’s tone was soft, not the hard professor giving a command, so Jason answered honestly.

  “I’d like to do this again.”

  “So would I.”

  Jason couldn’t have heard that right. Sex must have addled his brain. “Seriously?”

  “Are you truly surprised?”

  Jason studied Dr. Michaels, then shook his head. “No, but I’m surprised you admitted it.”

  The professor smiled. “I can admit what I want when it suits me.”

  Those words made Jason feel much better. “That’s good to know.”

  “But if we’re going to see each other again, you can’t keep working in my office. Fucking students is against policy, but I’m damn good at what I do and I’m allowed to bend the rules a bit. Fucking a student who works in my office… even I can’t get away with that.”

  “But I need my work-study hours.”

  “Don’t worry. We’ll figure out how to secure a transfer for you with no negative consequences. Or, if you’d rather, you can keep working here, and we’ll try to forget this happened.”

  Jason was never going to forget this night. “Let’s make a plan to get me transferred to another office.”

  “Good, and in the interim…”

  “I’ll jerk off thinking about you,” Jason said, grinning.

  Dr. Michaels gave him an evil smile. “No, you’ll not be coming at all. Anticipation is so sweet, as you said earlier.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Only after the transfer goes through.”

  “But that could take…”

  “Days. A week.” Dr. Michaels grinned. “Do we have a deal?”

  What had he gotten himself into? “Yes. Yes, we do.”

  Professor for Dessert

  Jaden watched as his sexy-as-sin history professor said good-bye to the other dinner guests. Dr. Perkins leaned against the heavy door of his Garden District bungalow. His well-cut pants clung to his firm ass, and Jaden couldn’t help but stare. He’d wanted this man since last fall. Now that the spring semester had ended, Jaden had every intention of pursuing him.

  “Thanks for coming over. I really enjoyed this year’s seminar,” the professor said to Susan, one of Jaden’s classmates who lingered in the open doorway, letting the sticky heat roll into the house. There was barely enough breeze to stir the leaves of the live oak that stood to the left of the porch.

  “Thanks for having me, Dr. Perkins. Dinner was delicious,” she responded as she dug around in her purse. He hoped she was looking for her keys so she could drive away.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Dr. Perkins smiled and ran a hand through his thick brown hair, pushing it off his forehead. Sweat glistened there, and Jaden wanted to lick it off.

  Susan remained on the porch, staring at their professor, probably getting lost in his dark eyes. Jaden couldn’t blame her for not wanting to leave, but if the rumors he’d heard about Dr. Perkins were true, the professor wasn’t interested in women. Jaden believed those rumors, because he’d seen the heated glances Dr. Perkins gave him when he thought Jaden wasn’t looking. And Jaden had given him plenty of chances to look, making sure to stop by his office at least once a week.

  Early in the semester, Jaden had considered asking Dr. Perkins for some one-on-one tutoring, the kind he could get while on his knees. Countless times he imagined shoving the stacks of papers and books off the professor’s desk, bending over it, and offering his ass, but as obsessed as he was, he fought the urge to make a move while he was taking Dr. Perkins’s class. He respected Dr. Perkins too much to jeopardize the professor’s job, and Jaden wanted more than just a one-off in his office. So he made do with jerking off every night to images of all the things he longed for the man to do to him, and bided his time. Tonight, the wait would end.

  Traditionally, Dr. Perkins’s seminar students turned in a paper during the last week of class in lieu of a final exam. Then the professor cooked them all dinner during exam week. This year’s dinner was a grilled tilapia topped with some of the best étouffée Jaden had ever tasted, followed by strawberry shortcake parfait. Jaden knew exactly how he would have eaten his dessert if he and Dr. Perkins were alone. When Susan gave up her futile quest for the sexy man, Jaden would finally have Dr. Perkins all to himself. Maybe there was some of the creamy cake concoction left over. Jaden’s cock stirred at the thought of putting it to use.

  Susan twirled one of her dark curls around her finger, drawing it across her breasts, which threatened to spill out of the sundress she was wearing. “Maybe we could h
ang out again sometime. I’ll be in town for two more weeks before I have to head back home.”

  Jaden rolled his eyes. Yeah, right. The man has zero interest in you.

  “I’ve not got much time on my hands with all the end-of-semester paperwork, but thanks again for coming tonight,” Dr. Perkins said as he stood straighter and started to close the door. Susan finally took the hint, disappointment evident on her face.

  “Good night.” She waved and began her retreat.

  “Good night.” Dr. Perkins closed the door and leaned against it, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

  Jaden couldn’t hold back a snicker.

  Dr. Perkins grinned, and Jaden’s cock responded by growing harder. “Sorry you had to witness that,” the professor said.

  “Does it happen often?” Jaden asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite his dick begging him to make a move. He hoped he’d never looked as desperate as Susan had, though he surely wanted the professor as badly as she did.

  An adorable blush reddened Dr. Perkins’s cheeks. “I guess you could say that.”

  “I can’t blame them.” Jaden spoke so softly his words were nearly inaudible. Dr. Perkins went very still for a moment before he pushed away from the door and walked into the dining room where Jaden was clearing the table.

  The professor grabbed several plates. “You don’t have to clean up.”

  “I want to help.” Jaden hoped his voice didn’t betray how nervous he was. As he collected parfait glasses, he thought again about how good the cake would taste as he licked it off his professor.

  “Really. It’s not necessary.” Dr. Perkins’s words were rushed, tumbling over one another. He’d lost his usual cool. Jaden hoped he was reading things right and the professor was as interested as he was. Jaden reached for another glass, deliberately letting his arm brush against Dr. Perkins.

  The professor tensed. The heat of his body made Jaden crave more contact, but he fought the urge to rush things. He needed Dr. Perkins to be comfortable when they were alone. Maybe he could get the professor to offer him an after-dinner drink. They could talk, maybe get a little drunk, see where things went.