Page 10 of Pucking Vamps

“Welcome to Guitar. I’m Leander Adetu, a substitute teacher. Due to a health emergency, Mr. Rodrigez needs to take some time off, so I will be teaching the class this month.”

Holy shit. How am I going to survive staring at this sex on legs for four hours every damn week for the next month?

“Uh, dude…” Nick pokes me with an elbow, leaning in sideways and wrinkling his nose. His eyes narrow, a sliver of a smile teasing the corner of his lips. “This guy kind of looks like the one from the club. Please don’t tell me you hooked up with our teacher.”

I groan quietly, holding my head in my palms.

“Fuck. For real?” Nick snorts. “But it’s sort of hot,” he adds, fanning himself and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up.”

He’s right though. Once I look past the awkwardness and the embarrassment, getting railed by your professor is one of those erotic fantasies everyone has had at least once. And I got to live it. Not to mention how amazing the sex was or the fact that I’ve been fighting leftover arousal all day because my ass wants another taste of Club Guy’s cock.

Correction. Leander Adetu’s cock. Oh boy, even his name is sexy. It sounds like he could be some lord somewhere. European royalty. Maybe I should’ve called him Master and not Daddy.

My dick jolts as a rush of desire floods me. My attention narrows to the pleasant tension in my hips and the soreness in my ass. The cause of both is in the same room as me. I shift in my seat, crossing my legs to hide my growing erection. Leander’s captivating eyes cut to me then, giving me a subtle once-over, and I can swear they become so intense that for a split second it seems like they are glowing.

Like last night, when we were both naked and tangled in each other. His skin was cooler than mine, his fingers nimble and long and leaving trails of burning pleasure in their wake. His lips placed so many bruising kisses all over my body, and just spotting the few on my chest when I looked in the mirror almost gave me a boner. It felt as if he’d been marking me, staking a claim.

I squeeze my thighs, sweat beading the back of my neck and my temples. Fuck, I’m so horny. And he’s right there, not twenty feet from me, perching on the edge of the desk and still looking at me while explaining the class schedule. He’s wearing a lilac button-down and a pair of snug brown slacks that give me an annoyingly good view of his sculpted ass when he stands up to write something on the board. It’s a damn nice ass that would fit so perfectly in my hands.

My eyes go wide as Leander reaches up, the seam of his pants digging into his crease. Oh shit, shit, shit. Is he commando again? Heat floods my cheeks and more want pools to my core. I’m positively hard now. I want to go over to him and shove my dick in his mouth. And then he can fuck me bent over the desk.

I make another growly sound, thankful that someone chooses that exact moment to ask a question, or the entire room would’ve heard me.

Hayden, get a fucking grip. You don’t do repeats.

Nick pats me on the back. “He’s hot. I’ll give you that. Kind of has this mysterious aura about him, too. The one that screams danger in the most enticing way. You shouldn’t get involved with him.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” I grind out, giving my friend a scathing look.

He shrugs. “Dunno, man. You’ve been eyefucking him since the moment he walked in. You might want to tone it down a bit.”

Don’t I fucking know it? But my body doesn’t seem to care, only concerned with the amazing time we had last night. It’s like I have an itch I can’t scratch, a craving that won’t go away unless I give in. It lives just under my skin, crawling its way to every part of me until I’m tingling with need all over.

In a desperate attempt to snap myself out of it, I pinch my thigh. Stifling down a wince, I focus on the sting and the sharp pain, somehow escaping the titillating hold of my arousal. Leander has moved back to his wooden desk and is now projecting a presentation on the board.

I take a deep breath. I need to focus. This is important. I picked Guitar for a reason. It’s my safety blanket, my Plan B if everything goes to shit and I fail miserably at hockey. I’m going to be a rock star if I don’t make the hockey cut. With my looks and my penchant for music, I am positive I can smash it. My voice is on the hoarser side and I have a decent range and a good sense of rhythm. I even was in an amateur band for a bit in high school, making boys and girls and parents swoon and fawn over me like I was some kind of celebrity.

“…practice. You will be split into seven groups for the joint projects. You can pick any genre, but your final piece must be an original. No covers are allowed,” Leander is saying when I tune back in, his sinful lips opening and closing as the words leave him.

His accent is less obvious now than it was last night, perhaps because he’s trying to suppress it. Honestly, I like it better when he isn’t. There was something hot about it. The way the syllables flowed and how he rolled his R-s, the aggressiveness in some of the sounds.

I shiver at the mercy of yet another heated flashback.

No, Hayden. Be a good boy and behave.

Sitting through the rest of the class is torture of the best and worst kind at the same time. I’m mesmerized by Leander’s voice, by the way he moves his body through space with such elegance and fluidity, it almost feels like he’s gliding or hovering through it rather than walking. He’s got the focus of the entire room on him when he plays a few cords on the classic guitar he’s brought with him, its body painted in deep brown with golden patterns decorating the edges.

He also has a single golden-black earring on his right ear, long enough to reach the middle of his neck. It’s cross-shaped, with a moon hanging off the tip, and it sways when he tilts his head to the side. I didn’t notice it last night, I was too busy getting the pounding of my life.

“Oh boy, that was intense.” Nick pushes up from his seat when our lecture ends, crossing his hands behind his head. “Gotta give it to him though, he’s pretty good. Did you see those girls across from us? I swear they came when he got to the chorus that second time.”

I almost did, too. But I don’t tell Nick that. Or the fact that my imagination took me through a million sex scenarios while I was doing my best to prevent exactly that from happening. My nerves are flayed, and my body is buzzing. My ass is clenching and my dick is dying for some attention and even my damn nipples are hard.

“Headed home?” Nick throws at me as we watch the other students trickle out of the lecture theater. Leander slips out after the group of goths and punks that already seem to have become besties. “Heard Coach sent you home for today to cool off.”

“Yeah. Park still playing, I take it?” I toss my notebook in my bag and follow Nick toward the door.

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