Safe.
I’ve never felt like this before.
If I let myself, I know I’ll panic. I could go over a thousand scenarios where he wakes up and I see regret all over his face because I’m the person beside him. The thought makes me squirm, and that movement makes him shift me so I’m half splayed over his chest.
When I glance up from beneath my curls, I’m met with a sleepy, warm expression. He doesn’t throw me off his chest. He doesn’t let me go. Professor Levine hauls me up until I’m straddling him and threads his fingers through my hair, trying to pull me down for a kiss.
I slap my hand over my mouth so fast it hurts, and the worry that chases across his expression is instant.
“Luca, is?—”
“I have morning breath.” It comes out muffled, but I squirm on top of him, nuzzling down to chase that expression from his eyes. It isn’t that I don’t want to kiss him… that’s kind ofallI want to do now that I’m this close.
But…
Morning breath.
His laugh vibrates through my entire body, making me really regret my decision… and then his big hand encircles my wrist and he pulls it down so he can use his other hand in my hair to tug me closer.
“I don’t care.”
His mouth is warm when he kisses me, and all thoughts of morning breath immediately evaporate. I’m boneless and hard by the time he pulls back, and he doesn’t miss a beat when he rolls me beneath him and lines our cocks up. It’s rough and fast, the way he takes us both in his hand and rocks against me in quick, hard thrusts that makes me whimper, whine… and explode in an embarrassingly short amount of time. The only comfort I have is the way he groans when he uses my cum to slick himself up and gets himself off while rutting against my softening cock.
I’m half dazed when he pulls back, blinking up at him and wondering if I somehow fell into a dream. If I did, I don’t want to wake up.
“Let me get you cleaned up, and then I’ll make us breakfast.”
“O… okay.” That’s about all I can manage before I collapse back onto the bed and close my eyes. When his fingers slide through the mess on my stomach, I think nothing of it… but when he brings them to my lips and gently slides them against my tongue, I moan and suck instantly.
Salty, bitter.
“We taste good together,” he murmurs, leaning down to steal another kiss. The feel of him sucking the flavor of our combined pleasure off my tongue is almost enough to get me hard again.
This…
This could become a problem.
I can’t go straight from no sex to horny twenty-four seven, but I’m worried that’s the road I’m on as Professor Levine gets up and I watch his toned butt walk to the bathroom.
Why does a theater teacher have such a nice… backside?
The memory of exactly how good he looks everywhere flashes through my mind, and I write it off as him obviously being God’s favorite as he comes back to the bed.
He’s tender when he runs a wet washcloth over my abdomen, and I notice that he intentionally hands me one of his oversized sweatshirts instead of the shirt I came in.
It swallows me up, and his throat makes an audible clicking sound when he swallows while looking at me. The heat of his expression makes me feel bold enough that I bite my lower lip, smiling shyly as I tug at the sleeve. “You’re really big, Professor Levine.”
I nearly melt when he steps forward, running his fingers through my hair. “You can call me Maddox, Luca. I think we’re at that point.”
I grin, shaking my head while I pull on my pants. “You probably won’t get this hoodie back, Professor. Sorry.”
I don’t miss the way the corner of his mouth ticks up at the honorific.
Noted.
“Are you hungry? I know you probably need to get to class, but I want to make sure you eat something before you go.” He’s leading me out of the bedroom as he speaks, like I don’t really have a choice in the matter. Before I can tell him I’m not much ofa breakfast person, he adds on, “We don’t want you passing out again.”
The blush that washes over my face swallows down any protest I might have had.
