Chapter 9
“Are you ready for our first practice,” Lee says, sitting on his walker and rubbing his hands together. I forgot that I had to be here today. If I’d remembered this practice, I wouldn’t have asked Lee for LoveJoy’s number. It would have saved me from the constant ribbing he’s been giving me about it ever since.
“I’m not. I still don’t know what sensual ribbon dancing is.”
“Neither do I. I think LoveJoy made it up, but I’m ready for it all.”
“Jesus,” I murmur as LoveJoy makes his way into the room. A dozen or so residents start chattering excitedly when they see him, and my eyebrows meet when I take in what he’s wearing. Is that a ribbon shirt? I don’t fucking know. All I know is that I can see his nipples and bellybutton.
“Good morning, young ladies and gents!” he says, waving his ribboned arms around. “Who’s ready to learn some nasty, filthy moves?”
Everyone hoots in excitement, and I sink further into my chair. I most definitely do not want to see these people doing anything nasty. That will haunt my nightmares for ages to come. I glance to my right and see a young woman about my age. Our eyes meet and she smiles sadly at me.
“This is our life now,” she says softly, and I nod.
“Damnit.”
She chuckles and then turns her head back to face LoveJoy, who is instructing everyone to stand up. I do so reluctantly and watch as Lee grins at me maniacally. He knows exactly what sensual ribbon dancing is and knows exactly what he’s gotten me into. He’s living for this.
LoveJoy hands out several ribbons for us to wave around and then instructs us on some very basic dance moves. My admiration for him grows slightly in these moments. He’s chosen moves these old folks can do easily and doesn’t expect too much. It’s very sweet, actually.
But when his eyes settle on me and he hops in my direction, I slink back. I don’t want any of his sweetness directed at me.
Asking for his number was a huge mistake. Not jerking off for a few days has made me a mad man.
“Hello, Dr. Sinclair. So glad you’re here.” He taps my hips. “You’re more flexible than you’d think,” he says very flirtatiously. “You can bend over and shake that ass.”
My cheeks flame, and Lee cackles next to me.
I’m going to murder him. I’ll so go to jail for this.
“I’m not shaking my ass,” I grind out. “Absolutely not.”
“But you should. Wave your ribbon like this when you do it,” he says and gives me a very long demonstration. Lee is clapping loudly next to me and everyone else joins in when they see him bouncing his ass cheeks. It’s very impressive actually. I don’t know how he does it. They move independently of each other.
When LoveJoy finally stands up, he takes a bow and then announces loudly that it’s my turn to give it a shot.
I refuse.
But when everyone starts chanting my name, I’m forced to do it. My hands are waving the ribbons around as I bend over and shake my ass. Just once. The cheers I hear make me feel like I’ve just won the Super Bowl.
These fuckers.
I hate my life.
Doesn’t help that my face has completely melted off by the end of practice and I can’t make eye contact with anyone. Although the young woman who looked just as perturbed by this as me, pats me on the shoulder and then makes the sign of the cross near my face.
“We will survive this,” she tells me, and I sigh.
I want to go home, crawl into my refrigerator, and never come out.
But I can’t go home yet. I have another class to teach. Another class that Everly will be in. Fuck. Me. I’ll have to stand up there in front of all those students and give my lecture with his hot ass right in my sight.
“So, Saturday?” LoveJoy says suddenly, breaking me out of my very inappropriate thoughts.
“Huh?” I ask, feeling his hand on my arm. He squeezes it gently before I pull away, needing some space. His touch doesn’t feel right.
He’s not him.
“Saturday. For our date. Lee told me how excited you are.”
He grins, and for a moment, looks kind of cute with his kind eyes and glossy lips before a ribbon flutters past my face. Ah yes. Ribbons.
Ribbon-man.
“Yes,” is all I can say, and LoveJoy bites his lip.
“Great,” he says as he pulls his phone out. “Phone number?”
I don’t want to give it to him, but what’s my other option? Everly? No.
Not him.
I rattle off my digits, and LoveJoy grins widely. My own phone pings a second later, and I glance down and see that he’s messaged me.
“I’ll pick the place?” he asks, and I nod.
“Sure.”
He claps his hands and then presses a kiss to my cheek. He smells like cotton candy.
“See you soon, Dr. Sinclair.” He practically purrs my name, and I feel myself wanting to melt into a puddle. This is so not going to go well.
I am in deep shit.
What makes it even worse is that Everly looks so damn hot tonight. I don’t know what he’s done differently, but I’m having a very hard time keeping my dick in my pants. It keeps wanting to jump out and into my hand.
I really need to get off. Tonight. No more celibacy. It’s not working.
This is an emergency.
Pheromones are a real thing. Maybe he’s exuding more than normal tonight.
Maybe he’s potent to me.
I definitely don’t get this way around LoveJoy. I shudder and then peer over at Everly, who is typing on his laptop at his seat in the classroom. Those deft fingers move quickly, and I imagine them trailing up my chest and into my mouth. I’d suck on them as his other hand cups my balls.
My voice squeaks and laughter flutters around me. I feel my face heat, but clear my throat and continue on. I should win the Nobel Peace Prize for teaching this subject matter with a massive erection.
If I can do this, world peace is definitely in the cards.
When class is finally over, Everly moves toward me, and I stay exactly where I am. If I step away from the podium, people will see the massive dick outline in my slacks.
“I’ve graded all the quizzes,” he says, and my eyes nearly roll back into my head at the smell of him. This is insanity. There’s no reason for me to behave this way. It has to be biological.
“Is there anything else you want from me?”
His eyes flick up to meet mine and for the first time in a long time he’s looking directly at me. My heart flutters terribly in my chest and my cock positively leaks.
I want to push him to the ground, pull my dick out, and slide it between those pink lips. I want to watch his eyes water as he chokes on me, those blue orbs on me the entire time.
“Are you okay?” Everly asks, leaning a little too close. “You’re breathing really heavily and you’re sweating.”
I manage a small nod and then shake my head when the rest of my blood leaves my body and goes straight to my cock. It’s going to explode.
“Shit,” Everly says, and when the last student leaves the room he grabs my bag and wraps his arm around me, leading me toward my office. My dick is massive, so I pull my coat closed, making sure no one can see the giant zucchini in my pants.
I let him help me to my office, dipping my chin to my chest so people can’t see that it’s me he’s cradling in his arms. And as soon as the door to my office closes behind me, Everly pushes me into my chair, grabs a bottle of water from my mini fridge, and hands it to me.
“Here, drink this. Are you having a heart attack?”
“Fuck you,” I manage to snipe. “I’m not that old, and I’m very healthy. I eat leaves and seeds.”
“Right,” he says, still looking concerned and then my jacket splits open and his eyes settle on my throbbing dick.
“Oh,” he says, nearly breathless.
I let out a small, pained whimper, and his eyes slash to mine.
“I’m fine. You should go,” I manage to say, being very, very firm. He should not be here, kneeling in front of me, being every gay man’s temptation. Especially if he’s with Garrett. And more importantly, because he’s my TA. He is off-limits.
Not that it stops my dick from jumping toward him.
“You look like you’re in pain.”
I am. I am in such pain. And it’s all his fault.
“I’m fine,” I murmur, and Everly’s hands clutch the arms of my chair.
And then without warning, his face presses into my groin, a warm, deep pressure right against my dick. I can feel his cheek rubbing up against my hard length, and my entire body spasms. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit, I’m going to come if he does that again.
This is what I get for trying to be good, I think as I stare down at him, my eyes unblinking, my breath coming out in violent heaves. I’m practically wheezing, but Everly’s face is on my dick and he’s rubbing up against it, like a cat in heat, and it’s making my balls draw up even further. Oh fuck me. They were already blue. All goddamn week they’ve been full and hard. And like a fool, I didn’t do anything about it. I chose to ignore them and now I’m going to come in my pants. Again.
“Everly,” I groan, and his big blue eyes flash up to meet mine as he parts his lips and mouths at my dick. It’s over my pants, but still, the idea of it, the sight. It’s all I need. My cock jerks, and I explode on a silent scream, my boxers filling with my release.
And the entire time, he mouths at me, almost as if he’s trying to get a taste. He wants a taste of my cum.
Another spurt leaves me, and I bite down on my bottom lip so hard to contain the moan that bubbles up inside of me.
Everly inhales deeply, breathing me in and then licks a stripe along my zipper and over the emerging wet spot.
I shudder and then slump in my chair, my cock very happy and my mind very muddled.
“Hot,” Everly says as he sits back on his heels and looks at me.
Our eyes meet, and the corner of his lip quirks up.
“You come so quickly,” he says, almost in awe, and I feel myself blush.
Of course I do. I’m a sex-starved man in his thirties with a hot-as-fuck TA who sticks his face on my dick every chance he gets. Who wouldn’t come quickly?
I manage to gather some of my wits. “I do not. That was just…a fluke.”
His grin widens, and I frown at him.
“I think it’s just you, Dr. Sinclair, and I love that. It’s so sexy.”
We stare at one another, my eyes settling on his blushing cheeks and his mussed hair before they slip down to the outline of his straining dick in his jeans.
He liked it. He liked it so much he’s hard.
“I—I really need to clean up and you should leave,” I say, not really wanting him to go but really needing to get a grip on the reality of this situation. I cannot have him doing this again. Especially in my place of work.
Everly shakes his head, pressing the heel of his palm to his dick. “I really don’t wanna leave, not when I’m worried about your health.”
I roll my eyes as best I can as I grab some tissues and start to clean myself up. Everly’s eyes have fallen back to my crotch again, watching as I try my best to wipe away the evidence of my weakness. And that’s what I am. I’m weak. So very weak for this guy. Never in my life have I behaved like this, so wanton, so impulsive.
And even when I know he has someone who likes him, someone who could even be his boyfriend for all I know.
“You do realize that this could be considered cheating?” I grumble, and Everly’s eyes slash to mine.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He worries his bottom lip, as if in thought, as if he’s about to say something I probably don’t want to hear. So, I shut it down before he can even begin.
“And besides that. I shouldn’t have allowed it anyway. Because I have a date.”
Everly’s eyebrows fly upward. “A date?”
“Yes, a date.”
“With who?”
“A very hot man,” I lie and then toss the used tissues into the garbage can.
Everly’s eyebrows lower and his mouth turns into a frown. Good. He should frown every once in a while. His smile is far too potent for the likes of me.
“And who is this very hot man?” he asks, and I sit up a little straighter, pressing down on my tie and trying to regain some composure. Sadly, my dick has other ideas. It just lives for my eternal embarrassment.
It’s hard. Again.
Everly sees it too and points at it. “And just so you know, your dick doesn’t want this other hot man. It wants me.”
My mouth falls open, and I point at him. “Keep your voice down, Mr. Winslow.”
He rolls his eyes like a petulant teen and then stands up. “Fine. Then tell me. What’s his name?”
I honestly can’t remember it right now. Damn ribbon-man and his ridiculous name. And damn Everly for being so fucking hot that he’s scrambled all of my neurons.
“You’re lying. You don’t have a date,” Everly says with a laugh. “Fuck off, Dr. Sinclair.”
I stand now too, wincing when I feel the stickiness still in my pants. I did a horrid job of cleaning myself up. I need to keep a fresh set of clothes in my office if Everly is going to continue to be my TA this semester. I can’t go walking around with cum in my pants.
“I do have a date.”
“Then tell me his name,” he demands.
My fists clench, and I grind my teeth. “Fine. It’s AlmondJoy.”
Everly’s mouth falls open, and he lets out a laugh. “Shut up. That’s a total lie.”
“It’s not. That’s his name.”
I’m almost positive that’s not his name, but I can’t correct it. He’s a candy bar now.
“You’re lying,” he says lowly, and I shake my head.
“I’m not. He’s very eccentric. And he’s my age. I’m sure we have a lot in common, and we’re going to have so much fun.”
Everly shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. He looks a little unsure, and I despise it.
“And what does it matter anyways? You have that jock-guy wrapped around you all the time.”
Everly freezes, his hand cupping the back of his neck. He really shouldn’t stand like that. It’s making his bicep pop out, and I want to sink my teeth into it.
“Right, I do have Garrett,” he says and then his arm falls to his side with a sigh. Almost like he’s given up. “Alright. You win. You have fun on your date. With AlmondJoy.”
I nod and then walk to the door, realizing with horror that it wasn’t locked. Anyone could have come in and seen Everly’s face on my dick. Jesus Christ on a cracker.
“And you have fun on yours,” I say, even though I hope that any date he goes on is horrible. Just absolutely wretched.
The two of us stare at each other, the door remaining shut. I should open it and push him out, but I don’t. I just stare at him.
He’s so fucking hot. God made no mistakes when he created him.
“Fine,” he says, looking slightly defeated. “I will.”
“You should.”
Our eyes clash, and I suck in a breath, feeling my heartbeat triple just from how close he is.
And then without warning, Everly is on me, his lips crashing into mine, my back shoved up against the door with a small thump. His hands tangle in my hair, his tongue pressing into my mouth unbidden, and I let him. I let him kiss me. Let him devour my mouth as I clutch onto him for dear life.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
This is mind-melting, catastrophic, and I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I can feel his hard dick pressed against mine as he slashes his tongue in and out of my mouth, tangling with mine, warring with it. But the truth is, I’m not fighting this. Not at all. I’m just letting him plunder.
A soft whimper escapes me, and Everly lets out a low groan, his hips rocking up against my cock, making me shake.
There’s no way I could come again. Absolutely no way.
Right?
I don’t even know anymore. I can’t even think. I just stand there and let him lick and nip and bite at my mouth. And when he pulls my tongue between his lips and sucks, I feel my knees start to wobble.
The kiss is frantic, heady, and erotic. I never want it to end, I want him to kiss me for all eternity. But before I can suggest it, he pulls away, my lips chasing his as he goes.
Everly’s breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he grips my head in those strong hands. My lips feel swollen, and my entire body tingles from the pleasure of his mouth on mine.
“Right, Dr. Sinclair,” he says and then his fingers fall from me and run through his hair, trembling slightly. “Oh fuck.”
I swallow roughly, still tasting him on my tongue.
“Right. That’s what I was going to say. Have fun on your date.”
I can’t even nod, I just stand there, blocking the exit. If I move, I’ll fall over. I don’t want to go on this date. Not anymore. Not when the hottest man on Earth just kissed me. I can’t be expected to walk around with AlmondJoy now. There’s no way. I’ll be thinking of Everly the entire time.
“I should go,” he says and points to the door, but I can’t get my legs to work. They just wobble and shake. Everly seems to notice because he helps me slide to the side and props me up against the wall, his fingers lightly tracing over my swollen bottom lip before he sighs once more.
“Yeah, okay. I’m really gonna go now,” he says, and I just blink at him.
He sucked all my words out of my throat. I can’t find them. I may never speak again.
And just as they begin to bubble up, to ask him to kiss me again, to not leave, to break up with Garrett, bring me home and fuck me, he disappears out of my office. As if it never happened.
As if the kiss was just a figment of my imagination.
But it wasn’t. It so wasn’t.
The bruises on my lips suggest otherwise.
He kissed me, and I can’t forget it.