2. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Ronan

" G ood morning, I'm Professor Oliver Carson."

Fuckkkkkkkk.

Damn, Professor Eye Candy is sexy as hell. He's standing up at the front of the room with an air about him that exudes confidence. He's in a three-piece black suit that looks so damn good on him, hugging his body in all the right places. He looks lean but muscular, with this gorgeous red hair and a matching beard. There are circular glasses on his warm beige face that I'm loving. I'm too far back to see his eyes, but I can only imagine they're just as beautiful as the rest of him.

I'm staring and I know it, but I can't look away. I'm not one to get sucked in by guys—at least not anymore—but there's something about him that's drawing me in .

Shaking my head, I lean back in my chair. While I'm not one to obsess over guys, I can appreciate when there's a fine looking one standing in front of me. And Professor Carson is damn fine.

"Are you not going to take notes?" Noah's whispered words startle me and I jerk, looking in his direction.

"Hmm?"

"Notes. Are you going to take any? He's giving us a lot of information." Noah nods his head in the direction of Professor Carson and I realize the entire time I've been sitting here drooling, he's been giving out our syllabus and what we can look forward to this semester.

"Oops. You're taking notes, right?"

Noah shakes his head but smiles, knowing I'll just copy his notes later.

Noah is my best friend here at BU. We met a year ago when we both moved into a shared home with our other roommates. Our other three roommates, Carter, West, and Asher, had known each other since high school, so it only made sense that Noah and I would gravitate toward each other. He's younger than us since he took extra classes in high school, but is in the same year as us for classes. It's wild but so cool how smart he is.

Class ends quickly, and Noah and I meet up with Asher for lunch. This past summer, Noah and Asher figured out all their weird foreplay shit and finally got together. Our house has gone from five single guys to two pairs of couples… plus me. I'm happy for all four of them, even though I'm not a relationship person anymore. I've tried to do the relationship thing—multiple times—and each time it's blown up in my face with someone cheating on me. So now I leave the commitment shit to everyone else.

After lunch, Asher and I end up at the gym for an hour before we head back home. Asher heads to Noah's room while I make my way to my own.

Knowing I need to make a video tonight, I debate whether to take a bath or shower beforehand. I always wash up prior to filming, even though I know I'll have to do it again after. Deciding I would rather be relaxed before camming, I grab my clothes and towel and head for the bathroom.

I set my things on the counter before turning on the hot water. Opening the cabinet under the sink, I bend down and go through all my different bath bombs before picking an orange cinnamon one. Doing a double take, I chuckle when I notice my collection has gotten smaller.

Fucking West and Carter. They think I don't know that they keep using my shit, but luckily for them, I don't mind sharing.

Taking baths is one of my favorite things to do. I have an assortment of different bath bombs depending on my mood at the time. After I toss the bomb into the tub, I quickly undress and step into the water, sighing as I lay down, and the water begins covering my body. There's always something so relaxing about taking a bath, and I've noticed that I make better videos when I'm loosened up. No pun intended.

Making videos wasn't always on my to-do list, but I learned it could be an easy way to make money. And the fact I always wear a mask means no one knows it's me. It's a secret I've kept to myself and not one I plan on sharing any time soon.

Once my skin is prune-like and I'm sated, I dry off and dress before making my way back into my room. I don't plan to go live tonight; I'll just make a quick video I can upload. Doing live videos takes a lot out of me and I'd rather not deal with the headache tonight.

Reaching up to the top shelf in my closet, I grab the plastic bag that contains my camera light. I don't have a ton of high-tech things for this, so I invested in a good light that hooks up to my phone. I get everything set up, making sure it faces my chair that's in the corner. I suppose a quick jerk off session would make for a good video, so using my chair makes the most sense.

I kick out of my sweatpants and pull off my shirt, leaving myself in a pair of briefs. Sliding open the top drawer in my nightstand, I rummage through my stuff, grabbing my bottle of lube and the mask I always wear in my videos. The mask allows me a sense of privacy I know I'll never give up.

Once I finish school at BU, I already know I want to try to become a high school English teacher. I've always loved the thought of teaching kids, just not the little ones. But when I was in high school myself, my English classes were the highlight of my day. I always looked forward to analyzing different types of text and reading so many varieties of stories from different time periods. I want to instill that love in someone else, which is why I can't show my face in these videos. If word got out that I record myself, I could kiss my dream goodbye.

Swiping up on my phone, I go to my camera app and get myself into position. I slide the mask onto my face, breathing in deeply before pressing the record button on the phone.

"Welcome baby. I'm the Masked Menace and I can't wait to get dirty with you." Licking my lips, I smile before winking at the camera. Being that this isn't a live video, I need to play up to the camera as much as I can to make sure whoever ends up watching it stays engaged.

"Fuck, I'm so horny. Are you horny, baby? Are you sitting there watching me touch myself? Damn, I bet you're touching yourself, too." Pausing, I lift my hips up, pulling my briefs down. My dick springs free, hitting me in the stomach. Grinning at the camera, I grip myself tightly, giving myself a quick stroke. "I bet you're leaking for me, aren't you? Fuck, I want you to get naked for me. Show me everything." I pause, letting a few seconds pass before speaking again. "Damn, you look so good for me, baby. So beautiful and on display for me. Tonight, I just want you to sit back and enjoy the show."

And put on a show I do. I grab the bottle of lube, drizzling some onto my cock. I make sure to keep eye contact with the camera the whole time I'm jerking off. I toss out ‘ good boy ' and ‘ don't stop ' and ‘ keep going .' I've noticed my videos get more views when I pretend they're here with me, so I consistently talk the entire time to keep them engaged.

"I'm so damn hard for you, baby." I lift my leg up onto the arm of the chair, spreading myself wide for the camera. Letting go of my cock, I pour some more lube onto my dick, letting it fall down my balls to my hole. I drizzle some onto my fingers before tossing the lube onto the floor.

I put one hand back on my shaft, while the other one starts to rub circles against my hole. Making sure I moan softly when I'm supposed to, I grunt and pant, and make all the noises I know will drive them crazy.

While I always get off when I make videos, it's become more transactional than anything. I record myself, make sure I do enough in the video to get the other person off, and then I come. Live videos are usually more fun, but I haven't done one of those in a while.

I spend a few more minutes jerking off and talking to the camera before I'm spurting all over my hand and chest. I fall back onto the chair, breathing heavily before running my finger through my cum, spreading across my stomach .

"You did so fucking good, baby. I'm so proud of you."

Leaning forward, I keep a smile on my face, my eyes locked on the camera until I stop recording. Making eye contact with the camera means I'm making eye contact with whoever watches it and they tend to eat it up. Once I hear the click of the video stopping, I flop back down in my chair, ripping off my mask.

Cleaning myself up quickly, I put all the cam things away before getting back into bed. I love making videos, but sometimes, in the afterglow of my orgasm, the feelings creep in and I remember that I'm alone.

Professor Eye Candy is going over the essays we finished earlier this week. School has been in session for a few weeks now and I'm already over it. Each class I have has given assignment after assignment, and I can't wait to be done with school.

Looking down at my essay, I groan when I see the big red C at the top of the paper. Glancing over at Noah's grade, I see he has an A, and I roll my eyes.

"Of course," I whisper jokingly.

"Huh?" Noah asks, turning his head to look at me .

Jerking my head in the direction of his paper, I say, "The A. Of course, you got an A."

Noah snickers softly. "Maybe I just researched more than you did."

"Well, obviously. How the hell did you make an A after working two jobs?"

Noah shrugs before smirking. "I guess I'm just better at school than you are."

"Damn right you are."

I know my dreams are to end up in education, but I can't wait to be done with my own. Classes aren't usually too bad, but this year I'm impatient and I want it over already. Professor ends the class soon after and I decide to stay back so I can ask him questions about my grade.

Once everyone has left the room, I gather up my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder, and grab my essay. Making my way down the aisle, I take in Professor Carson, who's standing at the lectern.

He looks so damn good. He always does, but the days when he's wearing a vest with a tie are hands down the sexiest days. He's wearing charcoal slacks with a matching vest and a deep red tie. I already know his ass looks fucking fantastic in those pants, as I couldn't stop myself from staring when he was walking back and forth on the stage earlier.

Walking up to him, I clear my throat to get his attention.

"Oh, hello Mr. James. How can I help you today? "

He turns to look at me and fuck . I'm blown away. Professor Carson is absolutely gorgeous. He has beautiful red hair with a beard I wouldn't mind feeling between my legs. Behind his circular glasses are beautiful green eyes that seem so full of life. And fuck me. He has the most gorgeous freckles all over his face. His chuckle startles me and I shake my head, offering a small grin.

"Sorry." Lifting the paper, I give it a gentle shake. "I, uh, I just wanted to see what was wrong with my paper that warranted a C."

Professor Carson grabs the paper from me, giving it a quick glance over. His mouth moves as he quietly reads the words. My eyes stay trained on him, taking in every aspect of his face. I don't think I've ever seen a man as gorgeous as him. He raises his eyebrow before clicking his tongue and looking at me.

"Your research was fine. But you missed a few critical key points that would have fully benefited your paper..." His voice carries on, but I honestly stop paying attention. I don't even care what he's saying, but the fact he's so confident in what he's talking about, it's turning me on.

"Ronan?"

My body jerks and my face heats, knowing I wasn't listening to a word he said.

"Yes?" Hopefully I didn't just answer yes to something he didn't ask.

"Okay, perfect. I'll see you on Thursday then."

What? Apparently, I did say yes to something. "Wait. Thursday?"

"I said if you needed some extra help, I can tutor you on Thursdays after class… and you said yes. So I assumed you wanted to start this Thursday."

He hands me back the paper and I toy with it, figuring out what to say. I really don't want to fail this class and starting off the semester with a C is not a good thing. I guess it makes the most sense to have him tutor me. And if I get to admire my sexy as fuck professor at the same time? I wouldn't mind that.

"Thursday sounds perfect."