“What’s your safe word?”
A blush high on his cheeks, he murmurs, “Teacher.”
“That’s good.” Standing, I hold out my hand, palm up. “Come here.”
Luca places his hand in mine, gulping loudly enough that it echoes around the room. Still, he rises to his feet, standing in front of me with evident fear, but resolve in his eyes.
How did I get so lucky for this… soft, sweet man to land in here on the night I didn’t even want to come?
I’m so fucking glad Crista dragged me out tonight. I shudder to think of who would have approached this sweet boy and what they would have done to him. There are some assholes who would take his inability to speak up as consent and push him way too far.
I plan to push him just enough.
Thoughts of my past try to creep in, but I shove them away easily, trapping them in a box to be examined when I want to. Right now, it’s all about Luca and giving him what he wants. He might not be ready for everything I want to give him, but I’ll show him enough.
Only for tonight.
Taking his chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tip his head back until he’s forced to meet my eyes. “Do you have any limits?”
“Limits? I… I don’t know,” he whispers, holding on to my wrist like it’s an anchor.
I nod, expecting that answer. Luca is like a baby lamb, new to the world and out of his depth. But I’ll help him through it.
As much as he allows, anyway.
“It’s okay, little lamb.” He smiles at the nickname, his entire face lighting up like I just gave him some precious gift. “Can I touch you?”
God, this is such a terrible idea. He’s my TA for fuck’s sake. But…
I can’t deny myself just this one thing. This one time. I can regret whatever happens here when I go home tonight, but right now I want him, and I’ll take whatever he gives me.
He releases a shuddering breath. “Yes?”
“I need you to be sure. No questions, no second-guessing. I won’t go any further until I have your enthusiastic consent. Do you understand?”
Luca searches my gaze, his brow furrowed for a moment. Then his expression clears, his eyes turn steady, and he nods. “Okay… Yes, you can touch me.”
Smiling my praise, I let my hand drift down his neck, stroking over the soft skin there. I press a little harder, feeling the fluttering of his pulse under my fingertips.
Luca drags in a hard breath, those wide eyes pinned to my face.
Slowly, I trail my fingers lower, tracing his collarbone then down to his pecs. When I get to his nipple, I pause for a moment before brushing a thumb over the bud. Back and forth, back and forth, until it hardens under my touch.
He looks scared, though his pupils are blown so wide it’s a wonder he has any brown left. I slow my ministrations, letting up on some of the pressure. “Is this okay?”
“Please…” he rasps, his hand tighter on the wrist that still cups his jaw.
I stroke over his sensitive bud with more pressure, watching shock and pleasure bloom over his features. What a treat to the eyes Luca is. I’ve never had someone as gentle as him, someone so new that even the softest touch feels foreign.
Not someone honest about their feelings either, for that matter.
Is Luca a virgin? Has he never been touched before? God, I want to ask. I want to know everything. But I don’t think he and I can have more than tonight. My job and his position complicate things more than I’m willing to untangle right now.
Not to mention my shitty past.
His hard cock bumps my leg as he presses closer to me. I’m not even sure he knows he moved, he’s so focused on me.
I lower my hand from his face down to his waist, holding him close so he can rub off on me. “This okay?”
