Shit.
“Shit,” Park barked. “Stay quiet, and for God’s sake, don’t move.”
Park had just enough time to decide he would stay quiet—hoping his uninvited guest would go away—before the door burst open, the intruder not waiting for his invitation. Park’s brows ran for his hairline when Kendrick was suddenly standing before him. The man rarely came to the school, but this was twice in just a week. And Park was sitting in his office chair, dick out, Gift’s hot breath ghosting over his skin in a way that made him want to groan.
“Kendrick?” Park grunted by way of greeting, hoping his tone implied the question attached to his name.
Gift’s gasp sounded gunshot loud in the silence. His blunt nails dug into Park’s thighs, making him flinch. Luckily, it didn’t appear that Kendrick noticed.
Instead, he frowned, his tone somewhere between irritated and disgusted. “What’s wrong with you? Are you unwell?”
“What? No? Why?” Park all but yelled before reminding himself to calm the fuck down.
He cleared his throat then adjusted his position, which unfortunately had Gift’s lips brushing against the sensitive head of his cock, making his breath stutter and his jaw clench. Fucking hell.
Kendrick continued to stare him down. “Your color’s off. I can’t have you getting sick.”
“Aw, I didn’t know you cared,” Park deadpanned, earning another quiet huff from under the desk. Park’s gaze flicked downward even though he couldn’t see Gift.
But he could feel him.
The boy was now rubbing his soft round cheek against Park’s erection, like a cat bumped up against someone to demand pets. Fuck, why did that feel so fucking good? Was Gift trying to actually kill him? His mouth was a desert. Why didn’t he have water on his desk?
Kendrick rolled his eyes. “I need you to do something for me.”
Park blinked at him, distracted, forcing his brain to concentrate on forming words. “What’s that?”
Before Kendrick could respond, Park’s dick was enveloped in warm, wet heat. He couldn’t stop the way he hissed, shifting in his seat once again, hand sliding below his desk to snatch at Gift’s hair, trying to tug him away. But he easily resisted, only doubling his efforts, his soft tongue working the underside of his cock with an efficiency Park found admirable if not a little suspect given Gift’s lack of experience.
He forced himself to remain still, though he was certain he looked mildly constipated at this point. If Park struggled too much there would be no hiding the obscene noises about to start falling from Gift’s lips.
“What is wrong with you?” Kendrick snapped. “Do you need a doctor?”
“Leg cramp,” Park managed, grimacing. Once more, he could feel Gift’s breath huffing against him on a laugh. Park was going to make him pay. He was going to tie him up and edge him until he fucking cried. Until he was begging for relief. And even then maybe he’d refuse.
Kendrick gave him another look, like Park’s injury was somehow an inconvenience to Kendrick himself. “You should have that looked at. Don’t we have a medic or nurse around here?”
Park’s insides shuddered as Gift twirled his tongue along the underside of the head of his cock. He cursed the slight wobble in his voice as he said, “I just went too hard at the gym. What can I do for you? Or did you just come here to enquire about my health?”
Gift’s soft palm wrapped around the base, stroking Park awkwardly from his cramped position. Even so, it felt incredible, sending sparks along Park’s nerve-endings until his jaw muscle ticked at the force it took not to react.
Yeah, he was going to kill Gift for this, take him apart slowly, punish him thoroughly. He swallowed thickly. Shit. He needed to stop that train of thought or he was going to come down Gift’s throat with Kendrick standing right there.
Fucking hell.
“I got a call from Anchali,” Kendrick said.
Gift froze. Park, too, his erection flagging at the sound of her name. “What? Why? Why would she call you?”
Kendrick ignored his question to ask one of his own. “Did you know she’s friends with Payton’s father?”
Park frowned. “Why would I know that?”
Kendrick gave him a superior look. “Isn’t she your closest friend?”
Not for long.Not once she realized the depraved things he’d done to her son…that he was doing to him even as they spoke.
Gift seemed to have recovered his composure, kitten licking along Park’s shaft as if Kendrick hadn’t just invoked Anchali’s name like she was Voldemort. Park’s stomach muscles spasmed as Gift’s hand snuck up under his shirt to rub his lower belly.
