I’ve fought enjoying things for so long, rarely sought pleasure, and when I did, only in controlled ways, that I want it any and every way I can have it with him, knowing the pleasure will always be greater with Colton and letting myself have joy in ways I was scared of before.
“God…Sir…yes…” I say softly, needing to let words out, wanting him to know how good it feels.
My dick is aching, trying to get hard in the cage. It’s painful but exciting. I want more. Don’t want it to stop, want his tongue inside me, then his fingers, and his cock and—
Knock, knock.
We both freeze, neither of us moving or breathing. My heart bangs against my chest, the space around it getting smaller, like it’s shrinking and I won’t be able to breathe.
The knocking sounds again, and then Colton is shoving to his feet, tugging my pants up. It’s that movement that propels me into action. I jerk away from him, button and zip my pants, eyes darting around while he does the same.
“James, I know you’re in there,” Henry says, and since it’s him, there’s not a chance he’ll go away. That’s not how Henryis built. If he thinks I’m in here ignoring him, he won’t let me.
“Hide,” pushes past my tight lips. The room is getting smaller too, but I try to ignore it, try to straighten my clothes, while Colton does his best to fold his large body beneath my desk.
Once he’s all tucked away, blood rushes through my ears as I go to the door, telling myself Henry doesn’t know James is here, that everything will be fine.
I open the door. “Sorry, I was on the phone.”I had my student’s tongue in my ass while wearing his cock cage. I’m still wearing it.
“Oh, I imagined you were doing something much naughtier than that. I thought maybe you had a man in here.” He chuckles, and I nearly swallow my tongue.
He doesn’t know. He’s kidding, but that’s too close for comfort. “As if,” I say.
He snickers and sits in the chair on the opposite side of my desk. I sit down in mine, trying to ignore the fact that Colton is there.
“You’re seeing someone,” Henry announces.
“What? No I’m not!” I sputter, but I am. I’m seeing someone. I have…a person, and he’s here right now.
“Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?” he asks, and I’m fairly certain the room is spinning. I can’t help glancing down, and I see the tightness on Colton’s face, the emotion twisting there.
“No. I can’t. I’m…”
“Seeing someone,” Henry finishes for me. “Or something has changed with you. You’ve been different lately. Happier.”
My eyes find Henry’s. They’re softer now, caring, not teasing as they often are.
“I’m happy for you,” he says, though I haven’t confirmedanything. “Maybe I’ll get to meet him sometime.”
My palms begin to sweat, heart racing, foot tapping. How can Henry ever meet him? Even once Colton has passed my class, people will always question us if they find out.
“Does anyone else know?” I ask, and Henry frowns.
“Not that I’m aware of. I haven’t spoken to anyone about you. I pay extra attention to you becauseIwanted to date you, but alas, I’m too late.” He throws his hands up in defeat, then smiles. “I’m teasing you, James. Well, not that I didn’t want to date you, but it’s not a big deal. I just think you’re hot.”
Aclunksounds beneath the desk, and I clear my throat, then say, “Ouch,” pretending I accidentally kicked it.
“You’re being very weird.”
“I’m always weird,” I counter.
“Good point.” He stands. “Anyway, I came to see if you could cover a class for me next week, not hit on you, or not only hit on you, I guess. On Thursday.”
“I’m not sure. I need to check the schedule. I don’t know when Nash’s games start, and I have to go to those.”
Henry frowns again. “Who’s Nash?”
I haven’t told anyone about the kids. Even when I went to Oregon, no one knew anything other than it being a family emergency. I’d forgotten they still don’t know, and that feels…wrong. Like I’m a bad brother.
