He reviews the syllabus and the list of cases we will cover during the semester. Some students interrupt to ask questions. Most people keep their heads down and take notes on laptops or tablets. I prefer pen and paper, so I write down the few cases Professor West scribbles on the whiteboard.
I have no intention of attending law school. Everything I learn in this class serves no purpose. I’m here to keep Nate on track and ensure he doesn’t fall behind in his classes. His mind tends to wander when left unattended.
Throughout the class, I will my dick to behave. Every time Professor West turns around to write something on the whiteboard, my cock jerks. I should have worn jeans and a longer shirt—something to hide my raging boner.
“You must post the first assignment by midnight on Sunday to get credit,” Professor West tells the class, hands on his narrow hips.
His voice.
His face.
Those legs.
Fuck. It’shim.
I know why he looks so familiar. But how can this be? He’s a lawyer, for fuck’s sake. Why on earth would Professor West need to sell his ass online for money?
Yet, as he shoves his shirtsleeves to his elbows, I can’t unsee the ink marring his muscular forearms. Professor West is Baby Face, my favorite camboy.
CHAPTER8
NATE
We’ve been backat Kingston University for a month. And since then, River and I have fucked Samantha in almost every way possible.
Doggy style.
Anal.
Double penetration.
Cowgirl.
Reverse cowgirl.
No missionary, though. Too fucking boring and just not my thing. I could keep going, but you get the point. The only thing left is double vaginal penetration. She’s still considering it, which gives me hope. It also means this one is a keeper.
I lean against the headboard beside River, knees bent into my chest, and type a message toourgirl.
Nate
My dick misses your pussy.
Samantha
She misses him, too. But I have to work tonight.
Nate
Lame. Are you coming over on Friday?
Samantha
In my birthday suit :)
Nate
Good girl. Send me a pic of your pussy.