And…
I’m right back to the same place I was before I ran off to the library, because I have no idea how I’m going to go TA today without completely combusting or getting caught staring at Professor Levine’s crotch.
Well, I’m not exactly where I was before. I still pack up my bag and dutifully head toward the auditorium. Maybe I don’t know how I’m going to manage the interaction, but I do know that I’m not going to run.
Not only does the thought of never having what I had last night again actually terrify me, but there’s a small part of me that’s pretty sure if I tried to run, Professor Levine would hunt me down.
And a bigger part of me is absolutely horrified at the fact I can feel my cock twitch in my pants when I think about that.
Absolutely none of this makes sense, but that doesn’t matter as I step into the open theater and turn my eyes toward the stage. Professor Levine is already there with a stack of papers that I’d printed out and neatly stapled together in his hands. Even though there are plenty of other students spilling throughthe same double doors as me, the second I walk in, his eyes snap up. He searches me out like he can sense me, and when his gaze locks onto me, it’s like I can feel him too.
Heat and memory—the smell of him, warm and musky, the taste of him heavy and thick and salty on my tongue, and I…
I nearly stumble walking down the aisle, my hip running into one of the arms of the seats so I let out a little squeak.
There’s a surprising number of big, beefy jocks in this class, and it’s one of them who catches me under the elbow and pulls me against him so I don’t completely fall flat on my face.
“You okay?” He sounds friendly, concerned, maybe a little amused that the resident nerd was tripping over his feet for no apparent reason.
When I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, the words catch in my throat. Professor Levine is staring at me—no, not at me. He’s looking at the place where my body is pressed to my would-be savior, and there’s fire in his eyes.
I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it. He has to feel the way his jaw is twitching, though, the way his fingers are clenching the pages I so carefully stapled together to the point that they’re wrinkling.
I take a few steps back, but still offer the guy an appreciative smile. “Yeah, thanks. Sorry… I’m a little out of it today.”
He grins, his dark eyes flashing mischievously. “Professor Levine working you too hard?”
Working me too hard. On my knees. With his cock in my mouth. OhGod.
I havenoexcuse for the way I bump into another chair and nearly fall over again, but thankfully I manage to right myself and half stumble my way to the stage. “I… what?”
“Calm down, little dude. I’m just teasing.”
“I—”
“Everyone take a seat, now.” The bark of Professor Levine’s voice behind me nearly makes me fall over for athirdtime, and I notice the way the guy in front of me notices.
I’m never going to survive this TA position.
At least my heart rate returns to normal by the time Professor Levine starts pairing off the students to do line reading. It gives me a chance to settle a little behind the curtains, where the stage manager is usually hidden away. I can take a few deep breaths and try to shake the image of Professor Levine glaring death daggers in my direction, because that expression just confuses me even more.
It was…
Really hot. Oh God, I actually thought him looking like a psycho washot.
It makes me wonder how he would have reacted if he’d been in the hall yesterday when Professor Hilman touched my face. Would he have cared? Would he have glared daggers at him too? As much as it would feel good to have him make sure that Hilman never talked to me again, there’s no way I’m going to tell Professor Levine about what happened.
That’s my shame, my secret. My?—
“Are you okay, Luca?” Professor Levine’s voice is a soft purr that nearly makes me jump out of my seat. At least I manage to keep myself in an upright position this time when I look up at him.
Up andup, and just the feel of lookingupthe length of his long body to meet his eyes sends hot flashes of memory along my nerve endings of the way I’d dropped to my knees between his legs.
I…
Who wasthatLuca and where did he come from? It had felt so… powerful.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” I manage a small, shy grin, and revel in the way it sends a small flush of color along his cheeks before he clears his throat.
