He looks up at me like he thinks I’ll laugh, but it’s a valid concern. Wewouldbe swimming in the sharks’ home, after all.
“Would you like to go one day?”
“Yes. I think if I just dip my toes in, a shark wouldn’t hurt me, right?”
That gives me ideas for a graduation present.
I grew up poor, which taught me the value of a dollar. I’ve saved and invested over the years so I’d never have to live like that again—not knowing where my next meal would come from, not having electricity or running water sometimes.
Over the years, I’ve saved up a lot of money and could splurge on a vacation for Luca for a month or more and still have enough to live comfortably for at least a decade.
We finish up dinner, staying long enough for the restaurant to spin twice more. The last time it does, Luca drags me over to a window so we can watch the restaurant spin as I hold him close.
He sighs when we step inside the elevator. “That was perfect, Professor. The best first date ever. Thank you.”
I press the button for our floor, then crowd him against the wall, my hands on either side of his head. “It’s not over yet, little lamb.” Then I kiss him, moaning as I taste him for the first time since he got into my car all those hours ago.
Luca holds on to my biceps, kissing me back as he whimpers into my mouth. I press my hips into his, feeling his hard cock brushing against me.
But the rest of the date won’t be sex. That’s not what this is about.
When the elevator dings, I take Luca’s hand and drag him out of the lift. After I find the room I’m looking for, I pull out my phone and unlock the door from the app the hotel provided—an option I appreciate so I didn’t have to grab the key from the front desk and give away this part of the date to Luca.
“What’s this?” he asks, pasting himself to my body.
“The rest of your date,” I say as I open the door wide.
Luca’s gasp makes me smile as he steps further into the room.
I called ahead and had the front desk decorate the room. It’s cliché, but Luca deserves a nice ending to his first date, so they littered the floor and bed with rose petals. There’s champagne on the nightstand, as well as a few bottles of massage oil.
Stepping up behind Luca, I wrap an arm around his waist and kiss the back of his neck. “Is this okay?”
“Okay?” he squeaks, then whirls around to me. “This is… this is amazing. I never thought I’d have something like this.” He wraps his arms around my neck, hugging me hard.
I chuckle, then kiss his cheek. “Come on. Get naked for me.” His smile widens, but I shake my head. “No, not for that. I feel like you don’t relax enough. Let me help.”
Luca grins as he strips off his clothes, not timid and shy like he used to be, but sure in himself and how much he knows I love his body.
When he’s naked, I direct him to lie on the bed while I take off my shirt and pants. I don’t plan to do more than relax him, but the oil will mess up my clothes.
He watches me with heated eyes and my cock lengthens. I almost want to tell him I’ll give him my dick for the rest of the night, but his comfort comes before my lust for him.
After I adjust my cock in my boxer briefs, I roll him onto his stomach and straddle his back, careful not to put all my weight on him. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab the oil and drizzle some into my palms.
“You okay?” I ask as I place my hands on his back, applying pressure to his muscles to rub the kinks out. He has so many knots, like he lives in a state of perpetual stress.
“Yeah,” he sighs, slowly relaxing. “I’ve never had a massage before.”
“Glad I could change that.”
Luca moans softly as I knead his muscles, the heated oil working with me.
“I like this,” he whispers with another sigh.
“The massage?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “Being with you. On a date. I like seeing you outside of school. You’re… different.”
