by Sierra Hill
And far.
I thought about him constantly during my absence, but I forbid myself from texting or calling him. I missed two of his individual scheduled class times, instead having him work with my TA John to cover any questions or theory discussions. John would later follow up with me via email to update me on Kyler’s progress.
I stutter and try to find the words to say, as an unfamiliar feeling blooms in my chest. I work to keep my response professionally acceptable.
“Good morning, Kyler. I’m glad to be back. I apologize for leaving in such a rush, but it appears you’re making great progress on your individualized program work.”
He grins that sweet but cocky smile and a maelstrom of emotion wells inside of me. I work to remain neutral, avoiding any speculation from the incoming students. But it’s damn hard when he turns on the charm with his provocative smirk that lights up his eyes with an intimacy we’ve shared.
“Thanks. Yeah, I’ve been working hard at it. In fact, I have a lot to cover with you during my session today. Will we still meet up for our session?”
A lump forms in my throat as I work to dislodge it, clearing my throat and nodding my head. “Of course. Same time, same place.”
The loss of his eyes on me leaves me bereft, but he turns and looks behind him at the classroom as it fills up.
“Okay, I’ll see you then.”
I watch him return to his seat, staring at his retreating form with a longing so strong, it’s all I can do to keep myself from marching after him and kissing the ever-loving-shit out of him.
It’s precisely this thought that has me scattered and unfocused the entire class period.
33
Kyler
I rush to the bathroom after class, unusually nervous and sweating like a chump on a first date. All of it due to Lucas’s unexpected return.
My hands tremble from the exhilaration and anticipation of seeing him again as I take my time to wash off my face at the sink, running a hand through my hair, and taking large gulps of air to calm my nerves.
When I finally get to Lucas’s office, I knock lightly before entering, his door slightly ajar. I find him with his elbows propped up on his desk, head buried in his palms, looking tightly wired and clearly tense.
Without even looking up, he growls out a hushed command. “Close and lock the door behind you.”
I do as he says, the adrenaline spike zipping through my blood, instantly heating my body to a boiling point. Without warning, he’s there, spinning me around and pinning me against the door as I gasp in surprise. Lucas takes my face in his hands and roughly kisses me.
Pent up need bubbles to the surface with a whoosh, my bag landing at the floor next to my feet and my arms locking around his back, my fingers digging into the nape of his neck.
The kiss is rough and raw. The course scrape of his short beard against my lips contrasted with the soft, wet sweep of his tongue in my mouth.
I’m immediately hard, my erection pressed to his like a heat-seeking missile, seeking friction with desperation and intensity.
The words come out unbidden against the crush of his lips.
“You’re an asshole for leaving me with no explanation,” I sputter, breaking our kiss, panting in both lust and annoyance. I shove him with my hands at his chest and then tug him back to me. “Why did you do that?”
Of course, I missed him. More than I wanted to, and it made me angry for feeling so lost without him. He was on my mind every second of his absence. I tried to bury those feelings deep, but somehow Lucas had wormed his way inside my heart without me even realizing it.
Lucas drops his head between us with a heavy sigh, stepping back with slumped shoulders, my hands still clenched in fists at his shirt.
“I know. I’m sorry. I had a lot to deal with and I didn’t want to burden you. I didn’t want you to know how much I needed you.”
His eyes smolder, their dark hunter green hungry and openly honest under the rim of his glasses. For once, I see him clearly.
“I’m not sure if that should make me feel better or not.” I give him a lopsided grin, draping one hand over his shoulder to tug at the back of his hair.
“I’ve been an asshole trying to keep my distance from you. But after this trip, I came to a solid conclusion.”
“And what’s that, professor?”
“Life is short. I need to come to terms with who I am and what I want,” he glances at me underneath his framed eyelids. “or rather, who I want.”
My tone is flirtatious. Inviting. I give him a come-hither look.
“And who is it that you want?”
He grips my hips and pulls me forward, our bodies smashing against one another, my chin at his chest as I stare up into his gaze.
“You little tease…you know I want you and that sexy, smart mouth of yours.”
Although his words of affirmation are everything I’ve not realized I’ve wanted to hear, his actions contradict them when he drops his hands and shakes his head, as if warding off a bad decision.
“What? Don’t fucking do this to me again, Lucas. I can’t take it. All the back and forth. Either you’re in or you’re out. Literally.”
He backs away and sits down at his chair, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I do want you, Kyler and I am tired of hiding it. I want to come out. But there are complications that prevent me from doing that right now.”
I sit at the edge of his desk, my leg bumping up against his as I take his hand in mine, running a thumb over his ridged knuckles.
“Such as?” I inquire, wanting to know exactly what prevents a grown man from coming out.
“For one, the school policy. And the second is my grandmother.”
My brows furrow in confusion. He’s not mentioned anything about his family since we’ve been hooking up. Not much, at least.
“Is that where you were for the past two weeks? With your grandmother?”
He places his palm over my thigh and the heat goes directly to my cock. I try to focus on the discussion and not the sensation of his hot touch.
“Yes. I had to fly to Nantucket when she gave me a scare related to her health. But while I was there, she also gave me an ultimatum.”
He laughs mirthlessly, his hand running up and down my thigh, as I try to keep my thoughts off the need for him to reach my aching cock that wants to spring free under his touch.
“An ultimatum? For what?”
“For money. If I don’t get married by the end of the year, I lose all my inheritance.”
I laugh out loud because that sounds ridiculously like some over-the-top crazy made-for-TV movie plotline.
“You’re serious? She won’t let you have her money unless you are married? That’s insane.”
Lucas just lifts his brows speculatively, begging the question.
“She’s a very traditional woman and wants to see me settled down.”
“But you aren’t even in a relationship with a woman,” I state the obvious and he points to his nose.
“Therein lies the problem I’ve had to grapple with. I don’t want to let her down, you know?”
“Hmm, well this is quite the predicament. But maybe I can get your mind off it for a while if you let me.” I murmur, bending close to his ear, drawing my lips to his earlobe to suck it inside my mouth, my wet tongue licking around the edge. “Let’s go back to the kissing part.”
I drag in a lungful of his masculine intoxicating fragrance that’s all Lucas and my own body swirls to life as if finding that long-lost component of my happiness.
“I like the kissing part,” he pants out, swiveling in the chair and grabbing my hips to pull me onto his lap. My legs part and I straddle his thighs, knees drawn up around his hips. “And all the other parts, too.”
With a devious grin, I slide off his lap and drop to my knees in front of him, reaching for his belt and unbuckling.
“And I like this part very much,” he says with a rough voice, leaning back in his desk chair, all debo
nair and sophisticated in his work attire. “Did you lock the door?”
I nod, making quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his fly, his hips shifting and lifting so I can pull his cock free from his pants. I stare hungrily at his full girth, heavy in my hand, a pearly bead of liquid at the tip that begs for my tongue.
I swipe over the tip and his cock jumps in my hand. I tighten my grip and lift my gaze to see him staring down at me.
“I know this is wrong. But I need inside your mouth too much to want to be right.”
With that, I open my mouth and suck him in. Wrong or right, good or bad, our attraction is just too strong to deny.
Damn the consequences.
34
Lucas
Over the course of the next few weeks, Kyler and I spend as much time together outside of classes and his work schedule as we can.
Generally, we’re at my house for privacy reasons, since I’m not looking to share this with anyone outside of the two of us for right now. I haven’t made any decisions yet about what to do or how to communicate this relationship with the Dean. I think part of me is just hoping to get through the semester and then it becomes a moot point.
And while Kyler confessed to spilling the beans about us to Brooklyn and Peyton – with promises that they’d never say anything to anyone – I haven’t figured out a way to come out to Garrett.
It’s a daunting idea to tell your long-time best friend that you’re gay, and have known for a long time, and that you’re sleeping with someone he knows.
I try to clear those thoughts from my head as I finish my workout in my home gym as I wait for Kyler to arrive tonight. He said his shift didn’t end until after midnight, but I was too keyed up and excited to share the good news with him that it didn’t matter how late he would be.
My idea is to fuck him the moment he comes through my front door and then let him know his art submission was selected by the judges as the grand prize winner.
If there’s one thing I did right in all of this, it’s that I recused myself from being party to judging the contest specifically to avoid any conflict of interest. I didn’t want anyone to believe that if and when it comes out that I’m sleeping with Kyler that my relationship had influenced the contest selection.
Finishing up my last rep, I hear the doorbell ring and look at my phone where my security camera pops up with a live stream of Kyler standing on my front porch. God, he looks fucking fantastic.
I punch in the code to the alarm and speak into the phone. “I’m in my gym. Get naked and get your sexy ass in here.”
I snicker when I see him mouth the words “Bossy bastard” but then he gives the camera a sexy shake of his shoulder as he enters the front door.
I use the adjacent bathroom to quickly wash some of the sweat from my body. When I turn back to the gym, my eyes lock on Kyler who lays face down on the bench, legs spread, giving me an exceptionally carnal view of his ass.
Kyler’s head swings behind to look at me, cockiness lacing his words. “You too tired, old man? Or do you still have the energy to pump some iron?”
Fucking hell, Kyler is the most daringly sexy man I’ve ever met.
And I’m so far gone for him.
Everything else fades away when I’m in his presence. He is a cure-all for what ails me. I want to bury myself inside him and never come up for air.
My life up to this point – although through brief periods of college – has all been strict rules and heavy traditions. Expectations that have weighed on me and shaped me into the man I am.
With Kyler, there is levity.
He can make me laugh and smile with his infectious laugh. He pulls me out of my shell with his crazy antics and stories.
We can sit and talk for hours upon hours about everything and nothing. And when he falls asleep with his head in the crook of my arms, his soft face against my chest, something inside of me cracks wide open. I want to give him everything. To drive him crazy with desire and extract words and sounds from his lips that have never been heard by another.
I want him to be mine.
“Why are you staring at me like a weirdo?” he questions, his eyebrows threaded together, face contorted.
I stalk toward the bench, cocking my head one side to the other. “Because I’m trying to decide how I’m going to fuck you tonight. Maybe I should tease you mercilessly for hours. Lick you and finger your ass until you can’t breathe.”
His answer is breathy. “Yes. That.”
I circle the bench, his eyes following me, my fingers lightly feathering over the soft canvas of his back, until they land on the curve of his ass. Kyler grinds into the bench wantonly, reaching behind and spreading his ass cheeks. My cock throbs in my shorts at the torment of seeing and not touching.
I tower over him at the bench and then straddle his bare ass, my cock wedging into the crease as we both moan in unison.
“You seem to forget who’s in charge here, Art Boy.” A loud smack echoes in the room as my hand lands hard on his ass.
Kyler jerks forward and moans wantonly. Soothing the spot on the rounded flesh, I lay my palm on his ass cheek and circle his smooth bottom, wanting to feel every inch of his skin.
His voice is a husky whisper. “You are, daddy.”
I love that we have this together. Something I’ve never had with another lover before Kyler. This dominance over another man.
Maybe it makes me a sick fuck, but it is a heady feeling and a power tripping freedom.
Lifting my hips, I tuck my thumbs inside my shorts and tug them down sharply before pressing flush against him, my cock hot against his hard body. I plant hot, open mouth kisses down his spine, my hands roaming unrestrained as I cover the expanse of his back, legs, torso, and ass.
I intentionally leave his cock alone, teasing him as I slip my hands underneath his hips and fluttering my fingers over the tip before they disappear over another part of his body.
He shivers and quakes with every nip and spot I kiss along his body. When I finally reach his mouth, our kiss is greedy and bruising. It seems we both need this aggressive speed tonight. No slowing down now.
“Give me your fucking cock, daddy. I need you so bad.”
Kyler practically dry humps the bench, desperate for friction. For release. For satisfaction.
And I’ll give it all to him. For as long as he wants it.
I roll my hips, my cock sliding along the crease of his ass, leaving a trail of pre-cum along the way. Not enough, though, for what we need.
My lips are at his ear. “Get on your hands and knees. Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
I pop off the bench and rush into the bathroom where I find a condom and lube, returning to find Kyler in the same position.
“I wish you could see how fucking gorgeous you look right now.”
He gives me a knowing smile through the space between his arm as I crouch down behind him, planting my hands at his ass to spread him wide.
My mouth sucks at him, my tongue circling his taint, devouring his sensitive skin as I get off on the moans and noises he mumbles from above.
I attack him with fervor, swirling the tip of my tongue and moving it in and out as he clenches, his body taut and vibrating.
Halting my ministrations, I open the bottle and drizzle the lube along his ass crease, spreading it down with the firm press of my finger. Right to the spot he craves.
With one hand digging into his thigh, my other one circles his rim and sinks in, breaching his body as he jolts and then relaxes, crying out in pleasure as he clenches around me.
I gaze down at where my finger disappears, and I groan at the sight and sounds. My cock weeps and begs for attention, throbbing with a need so intense I see stars.
“That’s right baby. Take it like a good boy. This is just a warm-up.”
“Oh daddy! Lucas…please…yes. Give me more.”
I pump several times, having to take my cock in my hand and squeeze to stave off my own pending orgasm th
reatening to barrel up without warning.
“What do you need baby? Tell me.”
“Your cock. Now.” His words are like gritted sandpaper, rough and scratchy.
With a few more pumps of my fingers, I scissor and stretch him wide, preparing him for my cock’s entrance. I remove my finger, wet from him, and jerk him upright so his back is pressed roughly against my body and I reach around and encircle his cock, so nice and hard, thick and ready. I slick my hand over the crown and down the shaft, lathering him in the lubricant.
My cock stirs as I roll my pelvis into him, seeking friction for the pressure.
“I’m not going to take my time tonight. I need you too much.”
I let him go and open the condom, sliding it over my length and then add more lube to ensure a nice, smooth entry. We’ve done this so many times these past few weeks, but each time it feels brand new.
Grabbing at the base of his neck, I roughly push him back down onto the leather bench so his ass is up at the perfect height and his face partially visible so I can watch his eyes open and close with pleasure.
I moan hoarsely from the sensation as my cock fills him, breaching his entrance, and then pushes past that tight ring. I thrust deep, knowing Kyler can take it, and my hips undulate on their own accord, finding a rhythm that drives us both past the point of need.
“You’re so perfect,” I mutter, adding some juicy expletives along the way with each slide and glide of my dick inside his taut hole.
We get lost in each other. In each other’s sounds and whispered pleas. Kyler begs for more and each time I give him what he wants.
And when we finally reach the height of our climaxes, our breathes stalling with the rush of orgasm, only one word comes to mind as I release all I have inside of him.
Mine.
35
Kyler
“May I please have your attention, class,” Lucas announces from the lecture pulpit down in front, looking insanely gorgeous and buttoned up in his professory-clothes. I vibrate with a thrill because I know something no one else in the class knows.
