Page 48 of Beau Pair
“It sure was. But why are you up at seven? Do you want to kill me?” I ask him, and he laughs.
“Sorry. I woke up horny and I wanted you to join me,” he says.
I reach for his face and squeeze it in my hand, licking his lips.
“Don’t be sorry. Now, let’s get some more sleep before Princess Trouble wakes up,” I tell him, and he nods, edging closer behind me until his soft cock is resting on my ass and his hand cups my own.
“Tease,” I tell him, and he just closes his eyes with a smile.
I close my eyes too.
And, of course, that’s when Princess decides to wake up.
Let’s hope I can fit in some nap time during the day; otherwise, I’ll have no energy to please my daddy tonight.
* * *
The closer Iam to Gordon, the more hooked I become to him. If it was impossible to not think of him before, now it’s unbearable going any time of any day without him. A dangerous territory.
I can tell he likes me. I just hope he likes me for more than just my body. And despite talking about being honest with each other, I don’t think either one of us is ready to talk about where this is going.
I want to believe we’re dating, even if our dates are spent in his bed, or the shower, or the utility room. I want to think that I’m more than someone to blow off steam with.
Not that I mind being friends… no. Roommates with benefits.
My head is a mess of emotions I don’t know if I should or could feel, and I don’t want to scare him, or me, by going too fast.
But when I sit in his class the following Monday, I notice something.
I hang on to his every word. Every wayward glance. Every breath. Every twitch of his face.
He turns me on by just standing there, at the front of the class, going through the diagrams and math. The way he runs his hand through his silver, luscious hair that he wears so handsomely, so effortlessly.
If I had raging boners before we hooked up while in class, now it’s like I’m on Viagra. At full mast throughout.
He gives us an exercise to do, and I find this opportunity to take my phone out. I open my messages and send one out to him.
“Professor, you look so hot when you talk numbers,” it says.
He doesn’t seem to notice, even though I know he’s got his phone tucked in his pants pocket.
So, I send another one.
“I’m so hard I could explode. Want me to crawl under your desk and suck you off while I play with myself?”
I don’t wait before I send the next one.
“We don’t even have to wait for all of them to go.”
I don’t know if he’s got his phone on vibrate or if it’s because he sees me typing, but he takes his phone out and gawks at it. I don’t miss the slight movement in his crotch or when his gaze snaps to me.
I lick my upper lip and wink at him. Then I set my phone down, lean back, and touch my chest ever so lightly. If anyone saw me, they’d think I’m stretching. Slowly, I trace my hand along my stomach until it disappears under the desk and rests softly on my hardness.
Gordon swallows and dry coughs, his gaze glued on mine. I press my boner slightly, and I know he can see me. I’m right at the front, so he has a full view of whatever it is I’m doing.
Hopefully, no one can see that I’m hard, although, honestly, that’s half the thrill of being so horny in class.
His eyes cast lower, and his boner is starting to be more obvious. I point at it with my free hand and he rushes to his desk, pulls the chair out, and sits down.
