Chapter 24
WEST
“Hey, partner,” Anthony falls into step beside me. “Ready for our presentation?”
“Hey.” I offer him a tight smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You’re nervous,” he observes, giving me a quick once-over.
“A little,” I confirm as we head up the main walkway of the building our class is in. “Not as much as I usually am, though, so I’m counting that as a win.”
“Did you eat lunch?”
“Depends on what you mean by lunch.”
“Did your lunch consist of solid food, or did you drink an extra coffee and call that lunch?”
“I had a smoothie from the kiosk at the main gym,” I tell him.
“At least that’s real food. Not enough, but actual food is a good start.” He pulls the main door open for me and waits as I step through. “How’d you sleep last night?”
“Pretty good. How about you?”
“Slept like the dead. But that’s to be expected after last night.”
I instinctively look around.
He didn’t say anything particularly scandalous, and most people probably wouldn’t infer anything from his statement, but it still sets my instincts on high alert.
The hallway is mostly empty. Other than a couple of students walking ahead of us and a small group standing near the entrance to the main staircase a dozen paces away, there’s no one around.
“Yeah, that definitely helped me catch some Z’s last night, too,” I say, my cheeks annoyingly warm.
He shoots me a secret smile, and I hope to fuck I’m not looking at him with hearts in my eyes, because it sure feels like I am.
I really need to get a grip on myself so I don’t give our secret away and lose the best thing in my life right now.
And it’s not even the sex. That part is amazing and definitely the best I’ve ever had, but I like hanging out with Ant. He’s becoming a good friend, and I haven’t felt a connection like this to anyone since I first met Damon.
He might have said he doesn’t care if people find out about us, or about him, but how could he not?
Especially since this is just a temporary arrangement.
He’s going to get bored with me, or he’ll realize I’m too much work for a simple situationship, and I want to make sure that I don’t do anything to jeopardize things or end them before they’ve had a chance to run their course.
“Still nervous?” he asks as we head up the main stairs to the third floor where our class is.
“Yeah,” I say honestly. “But I’ll be fine about ten minutes after we finish, so no need to worry about me.”
He laughs softly and pushes his long hair back from his forehead. “Is there anything I can do to help calm you down?”
“Not unless you’ve got some pharmaceuticals or a flask in your bag,” I tell him. “Or you want to watch the door and cover me while I jerk one out real quick,” I add with a laugh.
His grin goes wicked. “A stealth O helps with the nerves?”
“Not sure if it’s the O itself, or the nice rush of dopamine and good feels after, but it can be effective when getting wasted isn’t an option.”
“Good to know,” he says in a low voice that sends a little shiver of desire through me.
A door bangs shut in the distance, and we continue up the stairs in silence as a rowdy group spills out of the second-floor entrance and loudly makes its way down to the main floor, laughing and yelling as they go.
We get to the third floor, but we’ve only made it about a quarter of the way down the hall when Ant grabs my arm and drags me over to one of the many closed doors lining the dim hall.
I stumble along beside him and nearly fall right over as he opens the door and pulls me inside.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
Is there a problem in the hall or some sort of threat I didn’t see?
“Nothing,” he whispers back.
“Huh?” I give him a confused look.
“I have an idea.” He slips the straps of his bag off his shoulders and puts it on the floor at his feet.
“An idea?” I ask stupidly.
“To help you relax before our presentation.” He slides the straps of my backpack off my shoulders, and I take the hint and pull it the rest of the way off.
Ant takes my bag from me and puts it on the floor next to his.
I’m still trying to figure out what the heck is going on when he grips my shoulders, pushing me back until I’m flush against the door. Then he gives me a deep, drugging kiss so full of passion it practically makes my toes curl. I’m half in a daze when he finally breaks the kiss and pulls away.
I slowly blink my eyes open. “Yeah, that definitely helped.”
He grins. “Good. Now imagine how much this will help.”
“What are you—” I cut myself off as he drops to his knees. “Oh god,” I gasp. “Are you going to…?”
He grins and pops the button on my jeans. “Yup. And the only thing you need to worry about is enjoying it and staying quiet.” He eases my zipper down. “Can you do that for me?”
I know I should tell him this is crazy and we can’t risk getting caught hooking up in an empty classroom, but the words die on my lips when he pulls the V of my fly open and fishes my half hard dick out of my underwear.
Seeing Anthony on his knees like this never gets old, and I lean back against the door and slide my fingers through his hair to help keep it back from his face.
He dips his head and drags his tongue up my length, from the base to the tip, then swirls his tongue around the ridge of my cockhead.
“Fuck,” I whisper as he slowly sinks down on me until his lips are pressing against my body and my dick is pushing down his throat.
Anthony doesn’t break eye contact as he swallows around me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning when his throat spasms around my cockhead as he chokes on me.
One of the best parts of having Anthony go down on me isn’t his talented mouth or his incredible intuition that always seems to know exactly how to keep me right on the edge of pleasure; it’s how he always looks at me when he does it.
I love seeing his beautiful blue eyes staring up at me, and watching the lust and desire in them as he pleasures me is next-level hot.
It’s hard to explain, but it helps me relax and sink into the moment when I know he’s fully present.
He’s looking at me, and he sees me. I’m not just some placeholder for another guy or a willing body to get off with.
He wants me to see how much he’s enjoying it, and that extra connection means way more than it should.
Anthony slides one of his hands under my shirt as he moves over me and gently squeezes one of my pecs with his warm hand.
He’s not going slow or trying to drag things out, and my pleasure mounts with each passing second as he works me over like a man who knows exactly what I like and gives it to me.
All too soon, I feel my orgasm gathering low in my body, and I try to hold out for as long as possible to savor him for just a few more seconds, but it’s like trying to swim against a riptide, and I can only hold on for dear life and try to keep quiet as he gives me exactly what I need.
My orgasm hits hard and fast. I barely contain my cries as I shoot my load down Anthony’s willing throat, and he swallows everything I give him.
When it’s finally over, Anthony slowly pulls off my softening dick, then kisses the tip before standing up and covering my mouth with his as he presses me against the classroom door.
His kisses are deep and languid, and I melt against him as I enjoy the last of the afterglow.
“Holy shit,” I mutter when he eventually breaks the kiss.
He laughs and nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Was that your way of saying I did a good job?”
“That, and this is the first time I’ve ever messed around in public like this.” I bury my face in his neck. “Just forget I told you that. My brain is still scrambled from that O, and my mouth doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
“I’ve never done anything in public before either.” He drops a gentle kiss on my cheek. “But we’re definitely going to have to do this kind of thing more often, because that was fun as fuck.”
“It definitely was,” I agree as I tuck myself away and do up my clothes. “Do you want me to?” I nod in the general direction of his dick.
He shakes his head.
“Are you sure?”
I don’t like leaving him hanging like that, and I feel bad for not reciprocating. Plus, I really like sucking his dick, so my hesitations aren’t completely selfless.
“Yup.” He picks up my backpack and hands it to me. “Remember how I still have one more cash-in from the three strikes you got last week?”
I nod and try not to grin like a moron. He cashed in the first one a few days after I finally hit strike three, twice, by sending me a text as Mr. X and telling me to come to my room between my afternoon classes.
When I got there, he was sitting at my desk with his pants already open and stroking his hard dick.
He didn’t even have to finish telling me to get over there and get on my knees before I was cutting across the room and practically throwing myself in front of him in my eagerness to get my mouth on him again.
Unlike other times he’d done something like this, which usually ended up being rough and hard and involved lots of face fucking and him controlling my movements, he just spread his legs wide and told me to enjoy myself.
At first I kept waiting for him to change his mind and either start directing me or just grab my head and force me to do what he wanted, but he spent the time gently running his fingers through my hair and telling me how hot I looked, how good I made him feel, and how much he loved watching me go down on him.
And it didn’t take long for me to blow my load all over my floor when he told me to get myself off after he came.
“That was me cashing it in.” He pecks a kiss against my lips, then grabs his backpack from the floor. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his face the picture of innocence.
“Like my bones are Jell-o and my brain is tingling as much as the rest of me.”
“Brain tingles? Sounds like my work here is done.” He grins and slips the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. “You good to head out?”