Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
My cock responded as I listened. In no time, I was so hard I felt like I could ram myself right through the door.
“Fuck,” he called out. The bed creaked again. Jesus, had he just come?
I wanted to open the door so badly. I wanted to see him there: naked, messy, with cum on his hand and chest. But I turned around and ran to my room, shut the door, shoved my boxers down, and took my cock in my own hand. I didn’t even make it to the bed before I had to touch myself. I felt like I would die if I couldn’t make myself come.
I spit into my hand, needing something to ease my way, and then I fisted my cock tight, working up and down. Precum spilled from my slit, and I used it to make myself slicker.
Fuck, it felt so good. I closed my eyes and thought about Dante. I thought about him walking in, seeing me, watching me, telling me what to do, when to go faster, when to go slower. Ordering me to toy with my balls, touch my ass.
What would it be like for him to fuck me, to fill my ass with his cock?
Seconds later, cum shot from my cock as I gasped, working myself over and over until it hurt. Then I let my body go slack, sinking into the mattress, wishing I’d had the nerve to walk into Dante’s room.
When I woke up the next morning, the house was quiet. I looked at the time and wondered if Dante was on his morning run.
I hurried across the hall in nothing but my boxers—not that I really cared if he caught me. In fact, I really wouldn’t have minded at all.
As I showered, I remembered the sounds I’d heard in the night. Fuck, I wanted him. I would have him eventually. I always got what I wanted.
Except when it came to things like what I wanted to do with my life, my profession, how I wanted to spend my holidays, my summer break. I pushed those thoughts away. Dante made me happy. Although that just made me fucking depressed.
I picked up the shower gel and smelled it. Fuck, it smelled just like Dante. I was going to be hard before I could wash myself.
After my shower, I walked into the kitchen and found a pot of coffee ready and a note letting me know there was yogurt, granola, and banana bread I could eat, as well as cereal.
I was trying to decide what I wanted when the door opened and he walked in, breathless, sweaty, in only a small pair of running shorts. My mouth dropped open, and I had to grip the counter for support as I let my gaze run up and down his body.
“Staring isn’t polite, Alexander.”
“How’s anyone supposed to keep from staring when you look like that?” He walked into the kitchen, and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“Have you eaten?”
“No, not yet. I just got out of the shower.”
“The doctor will be here soon to take a look at you, and then you should—”
“I heard you last night.” Fuck. Had I really said that?
His eyes widened. “Alex.”
“Were you thinking about me? Because after that, I went back to my room, and, well, I was thinking about you.”
“You’ve got to stop saying things like that. If I were willing to get involved with a student, you wouldn’t have to seduce me. But don’t wish for that. Trust me, you wouldn’t like the results. There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. I would end up destroying you.”
Why did that sound so good? “Maybe I’m stronger than you think.”
“Stop pushing, Alex.”
“But I get what I want.” Damn, I didn’t like how whiny I sounded.
“You’re going to get what you deserve if you’re not careful.”
That sounded so good coming from him. “Do I need to be careful around you?”
“I do have a breaking point.”
“And what happens when you reach it?”
“There won’t be anything sweet about me then.”
Even better. “I don’t want that.”
“I’m not who you think I am.”
“I think you’re a lot of things, but you’re not willing?”
“No. Move over so I can get a coffee cup.”
I leaned back against the counter. He opened the cabinet to my left. In order to reach in and get a cup, he had to lean over me. When he did, I took a deep breath. The smell of his sweat and that spicy soap he used was so damn good.
He looked down at me. “Fuck.”
The cup clattered onto the counter, and then his lips met mine. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, holding me in place as he kissed me. My legs wobbled, turning to gelatin. If the counter hadn’t been there to support me, I would have fallen.