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I stroked myself slowly, trying to catch my breath as my release continued to spurt and I emptied myself. The water had gone cold when I’d finally gone soft, and I couldn’t deny I felt different.

But it was a good sort of different.

Like everything was changing, and for once, I was looking forward to tomorrow.

CHAPTER 12

Eric

What the hellam I doing?

I tossed my keys on the counter.

Why do I always want things I can’t fucking have?

Granted, I knew more than anyone that someone’s job didn’t define them, but I couldn’t deny the panic that laced through me the moment Riley told me he was a fuckinghigh schoolteacher.

No wonder he was the star of my professor fantasy.

College teacher?

Sure, I could handle that. College was a lot more lenient with shit than fucking high school, I knew that first hand.

I hadn’t disclosed my occupation, and now I was more worried than ever that discussing such a topic would more than likely torpedo everything. CueBye Bye Byeplaying in the background and I’d never see Riley again.

I thought for sure I was going to lose my shit when his fuckingstudentrecognized me.

Which also made me feel guilty as hell.

Was he one of my regular subs or a casual lookie loo?

Was he even legal?

Christ, the night had gone from zero to sixty way too fucking fast.

There were a million questions floundering through my brain, and I needed to not think.

I needed to shower, and get the fuck to sleep and maybe then, in the morning when I was more clear, I’d be able to process how I was going to handle the situation. In the morning I could be the smart, better man.

But right now, all I could do was lick my lips, savoring the taste of Riley for just a moment longer.

Fuck me.

I removed my clothes, feeling all too constrained. My cock throbbed from the memory of his kiss, the taboo-ness of our situation.

I turned the shower on, making it as cold as I could, if only to stifle the maddening erection I’d sprung.

The thought ofbeing caughtspiraled into being caught by myhot professor date, and cold water wasn’t doing anything.

“Fuck!” I barked as I slammed my fist against the tile. I knew I needed to put Riley, and everything around him out of my mind, but the truth was I couldn’t stop thinking about him. How much fun we’d had together, how sweet and... hot... it was whenhe grabbed me and kissed me like some Princess in a fairytale. Telling me he wanted to see me again.

My fleshlight mount rattled from my slamming the tile, and my gaze diverted to the answer.

Typically, I liked to edge myself a bit prior to my daily posts, if only because it made the experience and the filming more accurate, but that didn’t mean I didn’t pleasure myself off screen from time to time. Though my own self-love sessions had taken a stark backseat to my filmed ones, because it was easier to feel less alone with a thousand people watching me come. When it was just me, my hand, and a sea of subscribers, I could pretend better.

But alone, in my shower, with a cock harder than Thor’s hammer, the overwhelming desire topretendwas irrefutable.

I slid my hand over my cock, spreading the water along the sensitive thickness of my shaft. The touch alone made my cock twitch, and I squeezed my head, running my thumb through my wet slit. My gaze focused on the mount in front of me, and I supposed I garnered it was a means to an end. It didn’tmeananything.

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