“See? This is fun, right?” Chelsea yelled in my ear before putting her fingers to her lips for a loud whistle.
Opting for a shrug, I didn’t want to let her in on just how much fun I was having. I loved the woman dearly, but when she was right, and sheknewit, there was no end to the torment. Instead of giving her the validation of my words, I raised my glass and winked at her. She’d giveme hell later, but for now, she was too distracted by the flashing lights and loud music.
In between numbers, I looked around the small, dark room. Of course, I was the only guy here. I figured that would be the case. Secure enough in who I was, I didn’t let the looks from the waiter bother me too much. I was friends with all of Chelsea’s friends, and if any of the other women here had anythingto say, they didn’t bother.
My interest was immediately sparked when I heard the unmistakable tune of “Hot for Teacher” booming through the speakers. “Okay, ladies,” the emcee announced. “Let’s hear it for The Professor.” He dragged out the last word as if he was announcing a wrestling match, but it didn’t matter. The screams drowned out everything anyway.
The only thing the yelling couldn’tdrown out was my excitement. I always had a thing for a man in a suit. There was nothing sexier.
Well, except for watching him take it off.
As he strutted down the stage, Mr. Sexy, the lame-ass nickname I’d just given him in my head, loosened his tie, but didn’t take it all the way off. Slowly, he started unbuttoning his shirt, button by agonizing button. As his fingers worked with the smalldiscs of plastic, I imagined them working their way over my body. Adjusting myself in my seat, I thanked God for the low lights and the table covering up my lap. When he took his glasses off and ran the earpiece along his lush lower lip, my dick twitched so hard I thought my zipper would fly open.
As his eyes met mine, it was as if the room went silent. It was just him and me. And it wasn’t onlyin my head. Chelsea leaned over, yelling in my ear, “Oh my freaking God. He’s staring you down like the piece of meat you are.”
Telling her she was seeing things was a pointless comment, because he was, in fact, looking at me as if he was about to eat me alive.
And I was nothing more than the willing prey.
It had been a month since Rob had made his less than graceful exit. And even before that,it had probably been twice as long since we’d had sex. Med school and crazy hours pretty much stole all my energy.
“Oh, Mr. Professor,” Chelsea hollered, waving a thick stack of bills in the air. “Someone here needs your one-on-one attention.” She giggled as she pointed at me.
“What the hell?” I protested.
Waving her hand in my face, she shushed me. “Oh shut up. Yousohave a thing for teachers.This one’s on me.” Her cheeks were red from the drinks and the constant yelling. There was no denying she was having a good time, so who was I to deny her?
Or myself, for that matter?
“Someone ask for some extra help?” His deep voice curled around me, heating my skin with only a few words.
“Oh yes,” Chelsea muttered around her hot pink penis straw. “Right here,” she said, poking me in the arm.
He paused for a minute, gauging my reaction. Holding still was a near impossibility when I wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull his face to mine, crash my lips against his, and get lost in the wet heat I knew was waiting there for me.
A subtle nod was all he needed to get the go-ahead. All too easily, he moved the table out of the way. And just when I thought he was going to do histhing right where I was sitting, he reached out his hand, angling his head toward the stage.
“Oh hell no!” I protested.
He didn’t hear any of it. Pulling me close enough to him so that I could feel his body against mine, he leaned in, whispering in my ear, “You’re not afraid are you?” The challenge in his voice was unmistakable.
And knowing the desire would be the same in my voice, I didn’tbother to speak. Wordlessly, I followed behind him, letting the screaming crowd fade behind me. Someone slid a chair to the middle of the stage, onto which he escorted me. As he moved behind me, grazing his fingers along my shoulder, he said, “Just sit tight. Let me do all the work.” Need and desire warred in my veins as my head got lost in the possibility of what it would be like to let him reallywork me over.
Alone.
In a bed.
Without an audience.
Another song started playing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. All my attention was focused on the man moving in front of me. His strong fingers dug into my shoulders as his body flowed with ease in front of me. He turned around, letting his ass graze my crotch. A shuddery breath passed by my lips, and I struggled with the urge to pullhim onto my lap and show him just how much I appreciated his show.
In an abrupt yet smooth move, his shirt was gone. All that was left were his tie, glasses, and slacks. The thick black lines of his tattoo-covered his arm, making his muscles more defined, more irresistible. Then he lowered himself onto my lap, almost as if he read my mind. Leaning in so close I could feel his hot breath swirlingaround me, he said, “Can you take a few directions?” I nodded, completely unable to speak. “Good. Hold the tie.”
As if it was my lifeline, I wrapped my fingers around it, as close to his neck as I thought would be comfortable. He leaned back, letting his neck strain under the pressure, his Adam’s apple screaming for my attention. My mouth watered and I knew he could feel me hardening under him.That’s when he gyrated his hips even more, nearly starting a fire between us. “Good boy,” he cooed in my ear as he leaned forward again. My ability to speak long gone, I nodded again like some kind of dumb mute. With ease, he lifted his tie over his head. Reaching behind me, he loosely secured my hands to the chair before I realized what was going on.
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t move.
