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“Do you want some more?” His eyes widen and fixate on my lips. I lean in, smirking, and kiss him. Instantly, he opens his mouth, practically pleading for my tongue. I hungrily dive my tongue into his mouth, taking everything I want. One thing about Lance is he can fucking kiss. He might come across as a shy boy but when this boy kisses, it says everything but. Our passionate kisses are like a battle for dominance, but Lance knows I will always come out on top. I tower over his slim, 5 ft 10 frame, claiming what I desire with each swipe of my tongue. I let my tongue explore every part of his mouth. I lower my hands to his ass, firmly grasping and tugging him toward me while grinding against him. As he senses my semi-erect dick, he moans into my mouth. I steal a quick glance at him with closed eyes, but my attention is momentarily diverted by something over his shoulder. Mr. Stiles focuses on my hands resting on Lance’s ass. There’s a slight hint of color on his cheeks beneath the stubble, and when our eyes lock, it’s as if everyone else ceases to exist.Even Lance. The fact that I can’t take my eyes off my teacher fills me with panic. My annoying, meddling teacher. With unblinking eyes, he stares at me, never once looking away. Even though I’m still consumed by Lance, thoughts of Mr. Stiles take over.
As he gazes into my eyes, he leans in and kisses me deeply, his stubble brushing against my soft skin.
Fuck.
I pull Lance into me more and would you guess? I’m rock fucking hard. I’m amazed that I’m not feeling faint, given that I’m almost certain every ounce of blood in my body has rushed to my dick.
Have I ever been this hard?
After a few blinks, Mr. Stiles averts his gaze and walks away. My lungs burn as I retreat from Lance, struggling to breathe as if I haven’t inhaled for two whole minutes. What the hell was that?
I subtly re-arrange myself and casually survey the people gawking at me. Lance’s face turns a deep shade of red as he lowers his head, resting his chin on his chest. I observe him slyly wiping the edges of his lips using his thumb.
“Couldn’t have waited until you got back to your dorm? You practically put on a free kiss porno.” Kal moans.
“I think I got hard from that,” Tray follows up.
Lance’s head jolts up, his eyes widening as he locks a horrified stare on Tray. Tray simply flashes his signature smile and winks at him. Lance’s surprise is visible as his cheeks blush deeper and he directs his focus downward, avoiding eye contact.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Lance utters, and I point to where they are. I get myself another beer and casually lean against the bar. That’s when I see him again. The sight of him walking out the door makes my entire body heat up. Wait a damn minute. Are Ms. Banksy and Mr. Stiles leaving together?
Well, well, well.
My eyes immediately drop to his ass in the tight jeans he has on, and then I snap them back to his head.
Don’t look there. You have no business staring there; I tell myself.
Fuck me. Of course, I could get a hard on for an annoying as fuck teacher.
Sexy as fuck. But also, annoying.
After this morning in the gym and now. I can say with certainty that my body is attracted to Mr. Stiles.
Of course it would be. The forbidden element is what makes it intriguing. The one person you can’t have.
I wonder about that look he was giving me though, because that wasn’t very ‘Mr. Stiles, marketing teacher at Hawksview U’ of him.
Mr. Stiles pauses, hand on the door, halfway out. Instead of releasing the door to close it, he simply halts.
Turn around.
Turn around.
He suddenly moves his head and then boom. When our eyes meet, it’s as if a burst of fireworks explode in my stomach. His well-kept stubble and perfectly fitted suit that shows the definition of the muscles I know he has under that shirt with slight movements. He always comes across composed and professional. His chestnut hair is neatly styled, and his eyes, usually intensely focused and serious, hold a depth that’s hard to ignore. I’m not sure why, but his intense stare is having an effect on me, so I use my beer to gesture toward him.
I know you’re watching me, and you shouldn’t be Mr. Stiles.
I slide the beer across my lower lip, then curl my tongue around it and gulp down a large mouthful. With a sudden movement, he whips his head back to face forward and then exits.
Well, fuck me.
Chapter fourteen
Bohdi
As I finish my third glass of whiskey, I relish the fiery sensation and hope it can drown out my troubling thoughts. No matter how many I finish, I can’t shake the memory of those eyes and the way they stared at me. But above all, I can’t ignore the intense sensation that washed over me when he took a sip from the beer bottle. I sigh and pour myself a generous amount of whiskey, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as I drink it down. Fuck. Today was a complete cluster fuck. Maybe I wouldn’t have stared at Brayden that way if I hadn’t gone to the gym and ended up at the bar.
Could it be that my growing attachment to him is due to my subconscious inclination to support and ensure his safety? To make sure what happened to Jace doesn’t happen to him? And it’s not actually an attraction?
