“You look so good up there, little lamb… all caught in the spotlight.” The low rumble of his voice echoes through the auditorium, and it’s somehow even more sensual when I can’t tell where he is. “Are you going to put on a show for me?”
I think back to the person I was at the start of the semester, to the boy who ran away that first night at Mask.
I think about who I was, and who Maddox Levine makes me think I have the strength to be… and then I pull my T-shirt over my head.
It’s a strange feeling, standing here,sensingthe way he’s moving around in the darkness without being able to see anything. With the light in my eyes, I can’t adjust. I can’t get a sense of where he is, until his voice comes from the left, closer to the stage. “What would you do if this was your one chance to show the world how much you want me, little lamb? If you could prove to a room full of people that you weremine?” The last word comes out as an actual growl, and the low moan that catches in my chest and nearly strangles me echoes through the silence in reply.
“Anything,” I whisper, though I already know it’s not enough. “Everything.”
There’s another beat of silence, and this time his voice is even closer, near the right edge of the stage. When I look down, I can just make out the shape of him in the darkness. I feel like I’m being hunted—like prey.
I feel like I want to get caught.
“Touch yourself, little lamb. Show me whatanythingandeverythinglook like.”
I’m hesitant at first, trying to keep my focus on his figure as it dissolves back into the darkness. My fingers brush along my bare torso, along my stomach, brushing up to my sternum. When the tips catch against my nipples, I let out a little gasp, and I’m rewarded with another low rumbling sound of satisfaction that echoes the moan tearing from my chest.
It’s likehe’stouching me, the darkness of the room reaching out and forming greedy fingers that brush against my skin and steal my breath.
Feeling behind me, I find the prop stairs he was standing on earlier when he was reading and sit down on them. One, I needsome kind of support, because this is hot enough to make my knees weak.
And two, I need something to lean against as I slide out of my jeans, kicking my shoes off and pushing the neat little pile to the side. Danger pulses just beneath my skin, making goosebumps trail across my arms—we could get caught.
Anyone could come in andsee.
My cock twitches, and with my eyes focused on the darkness in front of me, I slide my hand between my legs and start to touch myself.
The cool kiss of the air tickles against my bare skin as I stroke my cock, my eyes focused on where Maddox’s voice came from before. It makes me jump when I hear him on the stage after what feels like hours, though I’m pretty sure it’s only been a minute or two. My body is already tingling, threatening to spill over simply because of how forbidden andwrongthis feels.
“Look at you, Luca. All spread out and on display. If everyone could see you now, they’d know you belonged to someone else.” The low, growling murmur of his voice makes my head loll to the side. I can just make out his figure now, standing behind the curtain where I usually sit during class. He’s watching me the way I was watching him earlier, a perfect mirror—proof that I wasn’t hiding anything from him. “When I’m teaching I can feel your eyes on me. It makes it hard to think, hard to work. It makes it hard to do anything butwant…and now I can see why. Come on, little lamb… tell me what it feels like.”
“Good,” I whine, the word catching in my chest. “Like I’m putting on a performance… ju… mmf… just for you.” My other hand drifts up, fingers trailing along my throat before they catch in my hair. I arch my back, wondering if he can see the way my stomach trembles, the way my cock is already leaking. “I wish everyone could see. I wish everyone couldknow.”
There’s a shuffle of sound, and when my lids flutter open again, Maddox Levine is on his hands and knees in front of me, crawling across the stage like some great cat until he’s just between my thighs. When he glances up at me, there’s a thunderstorm in his gaze—danger. Disaster. A possessive darkness that I’ve never seen before, something that writes lines along the length of my spine and wraps around my throat to strangle me.
“I don’t. I think if anyone else saw you like this right now, I’d go a little crazy.” He leans in, nuzzling at my thigh, licking a hot stripe against my balls that makes me shiver. “I’d want to tear out their eyes for seeing you like this… because this…” He leans closer, nuzzling the curve of my thigh… “All of this was made just for me.”
Those eyes flash up to me again, not demanding—compelling. Pulling the words out while my hand flies faster.
“Everything I am was made for you.”
It’s a promise that seems to cause the fire in his eyes to ripple into an explosion. Maddox grabs my hand, pulling my fingers up to glide through his hair… and then the heat of his mouth envelops my cock and my entire world gets caught up in his flames. I’m going to lose it before he even swallows around me if I’m not careful, and my fingers instantly tighten in his hair, tugging his head back so I can try to catch my breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I answer before he even gets the full question out. “I just want…” God, I’m not even sure… “I just want to look at you.” It sounds embarrassing when I say it, but the way the heat in his eyes flares to a slow-burning ember tells me it wasn’t the wrong thing.
He’s deliberate when he dips his head again, letting a string of saliva drip from his mouth to fall to the head of my cock—and he’s slow when he twists his hand around my length this time,slicking that wetness back until I feel the heat of his thumb work it against my hole.
I want him to take me apart here at center stage; I want to think about it every time he’s giving a lecture.
I want Maddox Levine to take every broken piece of who I used to be in his hands so he can see the way I fit together differently—the way he helped me fit.
“Then look at me, Luca,” he murmurs, drawing another slow line up my cock with this tongue. “Watch the way you bring me to my knees… the way I want to worship every inch of you.” He drops his head again and takes me to the back of his throat, and I know there’s no more stopping. There’s just flight… a burst of wings, a fall of feathers. There’s heaven and hell… and somewhere higher than both is the place Maddox takes me as he pushes me over the edge. I dissolve into a thousand fragmented pieces ready to be made whole around the shape of his heart.
My lips are still warm from the kiss Professor Levine pressed there before he headed out. I’d wanted to get on my knees and return the favor, but apparently what he needed was something we didn’t have time for while on school grounds.
After that, I’d told him to go to his office before he missed his next class and I’d clean up the mess his students—and we—had left behind. Even though he’d been reluctant to leave, I’d finally waved him off with a promise of coming over tonight.
