“Things that I probably shouldn’t want.”
“Why?”
He shrugged and looked away. I wasn’t going to push him too much because it was clear he was struggling internally with a lot of things. If I applied too much pressure, he would retreat. This needed to be delicately nurtured. His next words caused my heart to skip a beat and my cock to swell.
“I should be punished for cheating on the test … and wanting things.” His eyes settled on mine again. “We talked about being caned and spanked when you caught me for cheating. I think that would be appropriate, because working alongside you hasn’t been a punishment. I enjoy it.”
“You might enjoy being spanked too.”
Justin shrugged again.
“I’ll spank you,” I said as I stood. “But I’m only spanking you for cheating on the exam. I’m not punishing you for wanting things.” I wanted him to understand what he was being spanked for. I didn’t want him to think, or worry, that what he wanted was wrong. “Do you understand, Justin?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Make sure the door is locked,” I told him.
I went to the window and closed the blinds. I took the wooden chair he usually sat in and brought it to the center of my office. It didn’t have armrests and would be ideal for what we were about to do. I sat and looked at Justin. The hazel of his eyes was gone and in its place were dark discs. I could tell he was already aroused because his eyes were dilated.
“Undo your pants. Lie across my lap in your underwear,” I instructed.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. Before he laid across my lap, I stared at his erection that was pushing against his gray boxer briefs. A dark, damp spot was visible under the waistband and toward the left. I looked up at him and smiled. His face was bright red.
“Nothing to feel ashamed about. This is a good thing, Justin.”
“It is?”
“It is.”
I gestured for him to lie across my lap and tried to ignore my erection. I rubbed my hand over the ass of his boxer briefs before I dipped my fingers beneath the waistband and tugged them down below his ass cheeks. The sight of Justin’s porcelain skin made my heart pound even harder. His bare ass was across my lap … in my office.
The moment my bare hand touched the flesh of his ass, I knew for certain that I was going to hell. I alternated slapping his ass cheeks. The sound of my hand connecting with his flesh echoed in the room and was followed by his low grunts. It was a grunt that I imagined I’d hear if I were fucking him from behind. It was heady and sexy, and I could keep going if Justin’s body didn’t tense suddenly. His ass was beet red. It was enough.
“Justin,” I whispered as he slowly slid from my lap to the floor between my legs.
His eyes still pleaded with me. I leaned forward, gripped his upper arms, and pulled him up off his heels so our foreheads touched. I couldn’t resist him anymore. Enough was enough.
“Every time you walk into this office, my class, or my lab, you test my strength and my morals,” I whispered against his lips. “And I’m so tired of fighting it daily.”
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his, tasting the forbidden fruit. And just as I’d thought, once I’d had a small taste of him, I wanted more. Justin’s tongue was assertive and only encouraged me to continue. I could feel the emotions pouring out of him as we kissed.
“Is this something you wanted?” I asked the second our lips broke apart.
“Yes, Professor,” he murmured.
“Lucas,” I whispered back as I licked his puffy lower lips. He had lips that I wanted to sink my teeth into and spend a day making swollen. “Please feel free to call me Lucas.”
I felt him nod in acknowledgment.
“I also kind of like calling you Professor. It gave this even a dirtier and sexier vibe.”
Justin could call me whatever the fuck he wanted. As long as he wanted this, I would easily provide it for him. I hoped that he would start opening up more with me because I truly wanted to help him with anything and everything.
Justin
Irubbed my fingers along the outline of my hard shaft as I gazed at Professor Grant. We’d just finished working out together, and he was in the shower stall with the curtain open. The gym hadn’t been busy tonight, and hardly anyone was around the lockers and showers.
Lucas’s hands worked the lather into his dark chest hair, sending suds down his body to pool at his feet. He had an incredible body. I had tried and tried to not want him. I even told myself that Ididn’twant him. Each time I saw him, though, I’d get butterflies in my stomach, and I felt free for a while. I craved how he made me feel. No one had ever made me feel so free and cared for. I understood we had to be careful. But right then, I wanted to touch him and taste him.
