5. East

FIVE

east

NOW THAT WAS worth waiting for.

I stood up and pulled my pants up over my ass before collapsing onto the couch nearby. My body just needed a minute to come back down from that high, so as I relaxed back against the cushion, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a joint and my lighter.

I lit the tip, rotating the joint between my fingers as Zac stretched in front of me, giving me a nice view of that naked, spent body before drawing his pants up his hips. A damn shame, but we wouldn't have time for a round two.

He didn't bother zipping up as he fell onto the cushion beside me, and I took a couple of inhales before handing him the joint.

Closing his eyes, he took a hit and let out a long exhale. "You're a menace to my dick, you know that?"

The comment had my lips quirking. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Isn't it?"

"Would be if I were a stage-five clinger."

Zac took another hit and then passed the joint back to me. "You're definitely not that."

"Neither are you. Which is why this works."

"Outside of school." He rolled his head on the cushion to look at me. "No more fucking around at Astor. We're lucky it was King that caught us and that he likes me."

"Does he now?" I shifted to face him, his words piquing my interest. "Just how much does King like you, hmm?"

"Enough to let the fact that I'm messing around with a student slide the first time, but not a second."

"Oh, come on now. Surely that's nothing a little tug-and-suck couldn't fix."

"East."

"What? You've never thought about it? All those late nights in the office…" I waggled my brows. "King isn't exactly hard on the eyes. I bet he's hard in other places too."

"Fuck off with that."

"I'd like to. How do you not get hard with the way that man fills out a suit?"

"Because I work with him." When I shot him a gimme-a-break look, he looked up at the ceiling."Okay, maybe I've had to hide my erection behind my laptop once or twice."

Now we were getting somewhere.

"You're not someone who hides anything," I said, and shot a pointed look at his open pants.

"Unlike you, I know how to behave myself when I need to."

"Really? Could've fooled me."

"There's a helluva difference between you and Professor Kingston. Starting with: he's our superior."

His assumption had me coughing on my inhale. "Our superior? He's a professor. He doesn't even have a net worth."

Zac dropped his head back and made a sound between a groan and a laugh. "God, what am I doing with you? You're such a?—"

"Good fuck? I know. You're welcome."

" Snob . You're a fucking snob."

"Can I help that I was born into wealth?"

"No, but you can help how you treat others or, you know, converse with them."

I took another inhale and blew out a couple of smoke rings. "Says he who is ‘conversing' with me right now while his dick is hanging out of his pants."

Zac reached down and stuffed his impressive cock behind his briefs and zipped up, making me chuckle.

"That didn't mean you had to put it away."

"It does when you're being ridiculous and talking about?—"

"Fucking your boss?"

Zac shifted in his seat, and that was when I realized I might really be onto something here. I'd been messing around with him before, but not even the safety of his pants could hide his newly interested erection.

I sat forward on the couch, resting my forearms on my knees and grinning. "You have thought about it, haven't you?"

Zac's glare was glacial. "Don't be?—"

"Ridiculous? You already said that. But here's the thing." I took another drag and pointed at him. "I think you're lying."

Zac's jaw twitched, and my lip curled.

"See, there it is. Your dick and your jaw are twitching. You want to fuck King."

"No." Zac took in a deep breath then leaned forward and took the joint from my fingers. "I want him to fuck me ."

There wasn't much that could shock me these days, but that admission had my jaw on the floor.

Zac lounged back on the couch and took a drag of the joint as I tried to remember how to form a coherent sentence.

"Nothing to say? That's a first."

Then it hit me—the exact thing I wanted to say. "I need to see that."

Zac chuckled, the high-end weed and his admission clearly erasing his strict code of ethics."Keep dreaming."

"Dreaming? I'm fucking fantasizing right now." And calculating just how difficult it would be to get the Professor Kingston to discipline his TA.

Oh, this is too delectable to ignore.

"Then you better keep on. It's never going to happen," Zac said.

"Says who?"

"Uh, me. I work with the man, remember?"

"Yeah long, late nights."

"You make that sound so much dirtier than it actually is."

"So it's a little dirty?"

Zac reached between his thighs and rubbed the heel of his hand over his hard-on. "My thoughts, maybe, but that's about it. Professor Kingston is always professional."

"That's because he doesn't know you want him to bend you over his desk and rail you." I leaned against the couch and drummed my fingers along the back of it. "But I do, and now I want to see it. Like, I'd pay to see it."

"Well, good luck with that."

I narrowed my eyes, the doubt in Zac's voice only making the challenge even more enticing.

"What if I could make it happen?" I said before fully thinking it through.

"East, let it go."

"I can't now. I won't." And that was the truth. I always got what I wanted, and it'd been too long since I had a seemingly impossible task to overcome.

"This is over even your head."

" Nothing is over my head. You should know better than to tell me I can't do something."

"Oh fuck. I've given you a challenge now, is that it? You can't resist someone telling you no."

I lifted a shoulder, but couldn't help the smile that came with already plotting how this was going to go down. "I won't be told no. And since you're with me, neither will you."

"Hate to break it to you, but King's not gonna fuck a student. Of that I'm positive."

"Guess I'll have to prove you wrong. I'll enjoy that."

"And I'll enjoy watching you fail. That'll be a first for you, huh?"

Snorting, I leaned in toward him, and he placed the joint between my lips for me to take a hit. "When I find a way for us to have a night with King, will you do it? Or will you pussy out?"

Zac arched a brow. "Do you see a pussy around here?"

"No. I see someone as interested as I am now. Good."

"Hold on—I have to ask, since I know your history. You're not gonna, like, kidnap the guy and tie him up, are you?"

It seemed reports of my extracurricular activities had made their way not only through the student body at Astor but also the staff. But he didn't have to worry about that with King. Only special situations that called for revenge—like fucking around with one of our fellow princes and thinking they could get away with it—required drastic measures.

"Trust me when I say it'll be completely voluntary. The only tying up will be the kind the both of us enjoy."

Zac's blue eyes flashed as he studied my face, and I could see the desire there, as well as the curiosity.

But he didn't need to know the how to trust me. My dick was all in on this plan, and I wasn't sure at this point if I wanted to just watch or be an active participant.

Actually, fuck that.

"You're not against threesomes, are you?" I said.

Zac shifted his hips in a way that told me everything. "See? Greedy. You're a greedy little fucker."

"So that's a yes to my plan?"

"That's a hell yes. I'm in."

"Well, if all goes accordingly, King will actually be in, but good to know."

And it was. Really damn good to know.