Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You don’t?”
“No. I want to date you for real, which is fucking mind-blowing. Not because you’re you, but because I’m me, and you’re totally making me ramble now. I’m a little ridiculous, but I don’t even care. I want you to… I want you to be my boyfriend, Professor.”
My heart began to race, and my chest tightened. Jesus. Please don’t let me have a panic attack. Who has a panic attack when their dream guy says he wants to date him? “What about my dad, your job, when school picks back up…and can you say it again?”
He smiled. “That I want to be your boyfriend? I do, so much. You’ve ruined me. Shaw is enjoying it way too much. He won’t stop teasing me.”
“They know?”
“I think maybe he and Elijah knew before me, which is odd, but it is what it is.”
“I want to be your boyfriend too—I mean, duh. Who wouldn’t?”
“I’ve often wondered the same thing,” he joked, and we laughed together.
“What about…everything?” I asked again. There was so much to consider. “I don’t want this to affect your job if my dad finds out.” Or if we broke up, because my dad was a family-first guy. I couldn’t see him keeping Will on after that.
“I think the most important thing is how it makes you feel. I know your relationship with him is complicated. I only want to make you feel good, and if my working for him and being close to him makes you feel bad…”
“We can make it work,” I rushed out. The last thing I wanted was for him to change his mind. “What if we just go slow? Keep doing what we’re doing, but not call it a fling. We can be boyfriends, but keep it to ourselves for a little while. Why rock the boat unless we have to? You might get tired of me.”
“Nope.” Will shook his head. “I won’t, but yeah, that works. And you might change your mind, especially when school starts. There’s no reason to tell your dad this early.”
“Agreed.” I played with his blond hair. “You’re my boyfriend.”
“And you’re mine.” He kissed me. “And I want to have sex with my boyfriend now, please. I can’t wait to be inside him.”
I froze up for a second.
“No?”
“I just…thought I’d be on the other side of it. At least at first.”
“Oh.” Will paused. “I don’t know why I assumed.”
“I can…if you want. I don’t know which I’ll prefer as I’ve never done either, but right now, topping is what I feel most interested in. Do you bottom?”
“I normally top, but I’ve bottomed. Check me out, getting fucked by my professor.” He winked.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Get inside me, boyfriend. It’s been a while, so you’re gonna have to get me ready.”
My dick had gone soft but was already filling again. “Okay. I’ve watched plenty of porn, but let me know if something I do is wrong or doesn’t feel good.”
He laughed as he rolled off me and onto his back.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking my boyfriend is pretty great. And he makes me laugh. Now lube your fingers, Mr. I’ve Watched Plenty of Porn, and get them inside me.”
I couldn’t even find it in myself to get embarrassed over what I’d said because this was Will, and he never made me feel bad or stupid. He made me feel…wanted, and funny, and cared for and…in love.
Jesus, I was in love with Will. What was I going to do?
“Performance anxiety?” he teased, obviously not knowing I was losing my crap here.
“No, not at all.” I grabbed the lube and a condom—holy shit, I was going to need a condom for the first time.
Will still lay on his back, only now he was stroking his cock, which was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “How do you want me?”
It was the perfect question, and the thing was, I couldn’t even be surprised by it. Will was the most considerate man I’d ever met. “Stay like that, please. I want to look at you.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet. You like me, huh?”
“Shut up.” I snickered, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under Will so his ass was raised a little. I knelt between his legs, opened the bottle of lube, and wet my fingers. “Jesus.” I looked at his tight, pink pucker. It was so small. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel wrapped around my cock.
“Come on. Make me feel good, Professor.”
I wanted to make him feel better than anyone ever had. Wanted him to always remember his time with me.
With one hand, I stroked his cock, and with the other traced circles over his rim. Will gasped. “Just start with one, okay? It’s been a long time for me.”
“All right.” I pushed, watched his body give way before the tip of my finger went inside him. I pushed farther, didn’t take my eyes off him so I could see any sign that he didn’t like what I was doing.