Full Service : (Franklin U 2 Book 5)

Chapter 4

Last night was my Mt. Everest. I climbed and I conquered. I didn’t go into the club and have my TA rub all over my cock.

I just went home and jerked one off in the shower like the winner I am.

And then again this morning when I woke up.

And then again before I left for work.

I’ve increased my stamina. I have a nice refractory period now.

But this is not my fault. Everly is going to be within touching distance today. So, the masturbation sessions were necessary. I need all the help I can get. And by help, I mean draining my balls to the point where they’re shriveled like figs.

If I go to the bathroom halfway through office hours and fuck my fist, well, there’s only so much I can do about it. My libido has taken over my life.

Everly is potent.

“Hey,” he says, appearing in the doorway of my office and looking fucking delicious. He’s wearing a t-shirt that’s so thin it’s nearly see-through and tight pants that show off every muscle in his legs…and the outline of his dick .

He knows what he’s doing.

He knows how vulnerable I am. He’s basically a predator right now. And I’m his prey.

The door clicks shut behind him and he leans forward, setting a cup of coffee on the desk in front of me.

“Trying to gain favor? Sucking up?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. I’m playing it cool. I am as cool as a cucumber.

“Not quite the thing I’d like to suck, but yes. In a way.”

I nearly choke at his response and shift in my seat. My office hours start in twenty minutes, and I know that we’re playing a dangerous game. Anyone could walk in and see this. Hear it.

It becomes even more detrimental when he sets his bag down and instead of just dropping it like a normal person, he bends down at the waist, pushing his ass out and moves it up and down slowly.

I stare at it, motionless. It’s perfectly round. I want to stick my dick in it.

He stands up an inch at a time and then prowls toward me. If he crawls across my desk, I’ll lose my shit.

I will drop my pants and beg for it.

But he doesn’t do that, he just moves to stand near me and squats down. But not a normal squat. A sensual one, where his crotch calls to me. A mating call.

He knows what he’s doing.

“You are ridiculous,” I grunt, and he grins up at me, those beautiful blue eyes watching me so intently.

“Just showing you what you missed out on last night, Dr. Sinclair.”

My cheeks turn red, and I should look away, but I can’t. I just ogle him, unblinking. My eyeballs start to dry out, and I worry, for a moment, that they might shrivel up like raisins. Might be a good thing. Then I won’t lust after Everly anymore.

His hand reaches out and he spins my chair to the left, forcing me to face him. I really should get a seat without a swivel. This is a hazard.

When I’m facing him, my thighs parted, he scoots closer to me before standing up, slowly, his groin doing miraculous things. I swear. I’ve never seen someone so hot before in my entire life. His crotch is hypnotic.

His hands land on the back of my chair, and he straddles my legs, undulating his hips and making me whimper.

This is ridiculous. I should push him away. But I don’t touch him. I only hold on to the chair tighter, trying to get my pulse under control. It doesn’t work. The way he’s moving his hips is only making my blood pressure rise, and I feel lightheaded.

If I come in my pants and have to sit in my mess all through my office hours, I’m going to fire him.

“Drink your coffee, Dr. Sinclair,” he whispers, his mouth brushing my ear as he slowly moves away from me, leaving me wheezing. I can’t breathe. Every atom that keeps me together, every coherent thought is currently residing in my dick. My balls aren’t so shriveled anymore. They’re hard and aching.

He huffs a small laugh as he turns me around, his hands clasped onto my shoulders. And then he’s gone, putting a respectable distance between us. And I still can’t cope.

I’m trembling.

He doesn’t seem to notice though. He just plops down at the other end of the office and drags his bag over to him, bending over like a normal person for the first time since entering my space, and pulls his iPad out.

I stare at him, wondering if I imagined the entire thing. But I can still feel his hands on my shoulders, his lips on my ear, and I know that there’s no way I could make that up.

He was giving me a taste of what I missed out on.

But he really doesn’t need to rub it in. I already fucking know.

As soon as office hours end, I breathe a sigh of relief. It means that Everly will leave and I can sit in peace and panic.

My dick did go down thankfully, but now that the last student has left, it perks back up. It’s relentless. It’s becoming a bit of a problem.

Everly stands up, stretches, and then closes the door. The click resounds around the room, and I force myself to look away from him.

“That went well, I think,” he says, rustling around in his bag. I hear the crinkle of paper but that’s all I know.

I won’t look. I won’t. If he does another stripper move, I will just explode all over myself. There will be no stopping it.

“Want a candy?” he asks, and I nod because I can’t open my mouth to refuse. It’s stuck in place and can’t form words.

He moves toward me and holds a hard round orb out to me. Something I’ve never heard of, I’m sure. It’s bright pink, and I wonder for a second what flavor it is. I hope it’s not watermelon.

Fucking hate that shit. Water should not be in a melon. It’s unnatural.

“Open,” he says, and I peer up at him. He looks mischievous but my mouth still splits apart and his fingers press the candy gently inside. The first thing I notice is that his fingers are in my mouth and my tongue curiously peeks out and slides against those rough pads.

He lets out a shaky breath and our eyes lock.

Right before I scrunch up my face in disgust. Fucking melon water.

“Shit, you don’t like that flavor? How about lemon?” he asks, leaning down. “We can trade.”

He holds his tongue out and a yellow candy sits there. An invitation.

“Come on. Open up, Dr. Sinclair,” he says, his mouth now inches from mine.

I should not. I absolutely should not. Anyone could walk right in and see this erotic display. And yet, my lips widen and he tilts his mouth over mine, his tongue swiping against mine and swapping the candies like a pro.

Probably some kind of hot drug dealer. Probably does this with all his clients.

If I was one, I’d pay money for the feel of his tongue in my mouth.

“There,” he says, pulling away, his lips slightly wet.

My spit is on them. I can taste him in me.

Oh good fuck, I’m a goner.

“Better?”

I just let out a little croak.

He grins widely. “Love the little noises you make. They really turn me on.”

He reaches down and adjusts himself, bringing my eyes to his crotch. What would that big dick stretching me out feel like?

I will never find out.

There’s a nine-point-five percent chance that won’t happen, that I’ll resist any future advances.

“What are you doing now?” he asks, and I stare at him.

I will not tell him that I plan on grabbing dinner.

“Dinner,” I say, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Awesome. I’m hungry too. Let’s go grab something to eat.”

“That wasn’t an invitation,” I say as my teeth crack down on the lemon candy in my mouth.

“Yeah, it was. You know it. I know it. Come on. Let’s go to the Food Cafe.”

“That’s expensive.”

“Yeah, but, Dr. Sinclair, you can afford it. You’re a tenured professor.”

My cheeks heat at that, the confident way he flirts with me. It’s so inappropriate.

“But real talk. Let’s go because if you keep sitting there…” He blows out a breath and my dick leaks in response. “Just…we need to go.”

I stand up and adjust my dick. I’ve given up on Everly not seeing it. He knows what he does to me. He’s taunting me by simply existing. To say I have a crush on this man would be trivial. It’s more than that.

It’s an obsession.

Grabbing my satchel, I move out of my office, locking it behind us and walking with Everly as we make our way off campus. We don’t talk much, just small observations about the weather and what we will probably order at the cafe. I’m worried that our conversation will turn to sex, but thankfully, I manage to keep it neutral. I am an adult, and I’m very proud of my accomplishments. When we’re finally in line at the Food Cafe, I’m thoroughly distracted.

I glance at the menu and my lips turn down. “The prices here are outrageous.”

Everly chuckles. “Yeah, they are.”

“Soup is ten dollars. Soup. It’s basically thick tomato water.”

“You going to get a side of free crackers then, old man? Make it worth your while?”

My brow furrows at him, and I purse my lips. “I can afford the thick soupy water, but I don’t want to afford it.”

I glance up at the salads and swing my arm outward. “Fifteen dollars for a small salad? Did they harvest the leaves from some holy place in another country? Jesus.”

Everly grins at me and reaches over, clutching the back of my neck. His hands are warm, his fingers strong, and I feel myself melt into him. He should not touch me like this. Who knows what it will do to me below the waist? It’s already a treacherous situation.

“Chill, Dr. Sinclair. You’re starting to sound like my dad.”

“Well, I’m surely old enough to be your father.”

He bites his bottom lip and those blue eyes meet mine. “Yeah, but I sure as fuck don’t want to suck his dick.”

My cheeks flame and my entire body trembles at that. “Keep those thoughts to yourself,” I murmur.

He doesn’t even look ashamed, and thank god he said those words softly enough that no one heard him.

“Okay, I can do that.”

And he does. He keeps those thoughts deep inside of him while we order and while I huff and puff, paying far too much for a minimal amount of food.

He also keeps those thoughts inside when we sit at a booth and he hooks his legs around mine and pretends not to notice that he’s doing it.

But then he makes his intentions very well known by the way he licks his spoon. Like he’s giving it a blow job and purposefully manages to get mayonnaise on the corner of his mouth, chuckling as he wipes it away.

“You are being inappropriate again,” I hiss, and Everly just bats his eyelashes at me.

“I’m just eating. Anything inappropriate is all in your head, Dr. Sinclair.”

I scoff at that because the way he’s eating his french fries has to be illegal in at least forty states.

“I have lived thirty-five years, I know when someone is trying to entice me with food.”

He grins as he licks his way up his straw and sucks it into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

His legs tighten around mine, and I nearly combust on the spot. I can imagine them threaded around me as he pushes inside of me, or surrounding me as he sits on my cock.

“Excuse me. I need to use the restroom,” I say, standing up and stalking toward it. I quickly bolt inside the one open stall, trying to steady my breathing. If I keep this up, I’m going to have a stroke. Or a heart attack. Or both.

I glance down at my dick. “You behave.”

The man in the stall next to mine grunts as a loud fart exits his ass and echoes around the bathroom. “Tell me about it, dude. My asshole is exploding. Don’t get the zucchini fries. You won’t get any obedience after that.”

My face blanches, and I pull my tie up around my nose and run out to wash my hands. I don’t even bother to dry them, just scrub and exit all while holding my breath. As soon as I’m free, I realize that my boner has deflated. Seems explosive diarrhea in a public bathroom will do that to someone. Even my horny dick was deterred.

I glance across the restaurant and see Everly smiling at me, laughing. I pull the tie away from my face and stalk toward him.

“Had quite the experience, didn’t you?” Everly asks as I slide into the booth.

“Men are disgusting. I don’t know why I’m gay.”

He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, my eyes falling to his biceps. Yes, that’s why. He’s so fucking hot.

“Well, I do. I love an older man.”

I roll my eyes, even though my heart flutters in my chest.

“Yes, well, this man is off-limits.” I point to myself and then point again. He needs to get the hint.

He scoffs playfully and then links his legs with mine. “I ate some of your salad.”

I stare down at the half-empty plate and then glower at him. “Why did you do that?”

“You were picking at it, and I’m a growing boy.”

“That’s true. Your frontal lobe isn’t even fully developed.”

A laugh escapes him, and he shakes his head. “Fuck you, Dr. Sinclair. My brain is just fine.”

“It’s still growing. Some say it doesn’t fully develop until men are thirty.”

“Ah, so you think I’m too impulsive?”

I do, and for some fucked up reason, I like it. It’s dangerous. Maybe my brain is an anomaly and my lobe isn’t fully formed either.

Would explain a lot actually.

“You are ridiculous, is what you are.”

Everly’s white teeth flash at me. “You like my kind of ridiculous, though. Admit it.”

I clamp my lips closed.

His blue eyes twinkle as he reaches his fork forward and spears some of my salad.

My brows meet as he chews.

“That’s my food.”

“You aren’t eating it.”

“I was going to until you got your germs on it.”

He swallows and takes another sensual sip of his water. “My tongue was in your mouth earlier and you weren’t complaining.”

My mouth falls open. “That’s because…that’s because I hate watermelon. I needed it gone.”

His lips crook up. “Gone with the help of my tongue. On yours.”

I can feel the tips of my ears turn pink. “We will not mention this again.”

I gather my salad closer to me and turn my attention to the green leaves. This is a sad dinner. I’d really have liked a hamburger with fries, but my cholesterol would kill me. Literally.

I stab at them and put them into my mouth, the crunch very unseemly and unsexy.

“Want a bite of my burger?” he asks and then holds it out to me. It’s half gone, just a few more bites and he’ll have devoured it all.

I shake my head. “No. Germs. I don’t want to get sick. You probably have a cold.”

“If I do, then you’re already infected.”

I roll my eyes and keep eating. I don’t stop until the bowl is almost licked clean. This salad cost as much as my gas bill. I’m going to eat every chia seed.

“There. All done,” I say, and Everly grins at me.

“Good boy.”

The way he says it makes my heart thunder in my chest.

“I’m not a boy. I’m a grown man. If anyone is a boy, it’s you.”

He leans forward and rests his head in his hands. “You can say good boy to me anytime. I’m all about it.”

I feel my hands start to tremble.

“I will not do any such thing.”

There’s a five percent chance I won’t.

He smirks at me and then leans back. He pops a fry in his mouth and watches me intently.

Even when he chews it’s sexy.

“So, what’s the plan after this? Any evening classes?”

I shake my head. “I’m just going home. What about you? Work?”

I shouldn’t have asked, and yet the words came out anyways. I want to know. I really fucking do.

“Yeah, just a few hours though, and then I can head back to my place. I have a lot of homework to do.”

We don’t say anything, just watch one another, tension crackling between us.

“You could always stop by and see me. The offer of another dance still stands.”

I clear my throat. “We said we’d keep this professional.”

“It sure is hard though.”

It is. It’s ridiculous.

“It’s not hard for me.”

It’s a lie. It’s hard for me. I’m hard.

Damn dick hasn’t gone down since sitting back down in this booth.

“You sure about that?” he asks, and I glance away from him, straightening my tie.

I’m not sure and I know he knows this. So I keep my lips clamped shut.

“Alright, I’ll let it go, for now.”

“Good. No more talking about this.”

I manage a small smile at him, completely false, and Everly waggles his finger in my face. “Got a seed in your teeth.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

I use my tongue to try and get it out, but it’s stuck. I need some floss. Or maybe I should just remove my tooth.

That seems viable. A great solution, actually.

“I have something in here,” Everly says, rummaging around in his bag, and then pulls out a flosser. I stare at it. It’s not even packaged.

“Has this been used?”

“No, fuck off.” He laughs. “This was in a package. I carry it around, for work stuff.”

“Thanks. I guess having seeds in your teeth doesn’t make a good impression.”

“They’re not usually looking at my teeth, but yeah, I guess not.”

I stand up and pull my bag over my crotch, covering my half-hard dick, and make my way to the bathroom. Holding my nose, I quickly get the seed from my teeth.

“Careful. Explosive bombs going off in here,” the man calls out from the stall, and I toss the flosser into the trash and jog out of the restroom, nearly bumping into Everly in the process.

“Do not go in there. A biohazard.”

“Yeah? Still?”

“Yes. You need a hazmat suit to enter.”

Everly chuckles and then nods toward the door. “Let’s go get some fresh air then.”

We walk out, passing some students mingling on the sidewalk, and I stand a little straighter while moving away from Everly, so no one gets the wrong impression.

The last thing I need is the dean asking me about this. I don’t want to be accused of having an inappropriate relationship with my TA.

Even though I kind of am. But then again, professors are allowed to go out to lunch or dinner with students. There’s nothing wrong with that.

I’ve done nothing wrong.

Except continuing to get hard in his presence and letting him stick his tongue in my mouth.

But I just reason it away by saying that it won’t happen again. Despite knowing it will.

There’s a ninety-nine percent chance it will.

I have no self-preservation and very little strength to resist him, it seems.