4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Hayden

My afternoon lectures go no better than practice. We had an assignment due today, but I forgot to put the damn papers in my bag because I overslept and was going to be late for the rink. I can’t even blame Park for that one; Club Guy just got me so good I slept like a baby.

My hips are still a little sore, but honestly, that’s probably the only relatively good thing to happen to me today. I managed to convince Mrs. Shey to let me submit late, but she’ll be taking ten percent off my grade. Seeing as it’s paramount for me to maintain a good GPA on top of good hockey performance, it’s another low blow that I didn’t need.

Irritated, I head home straight after class and get her the stupid paper. Like, an actual paper, printed out. For real, who even does that? Why aren’t we submitting this online like every other class?

Sighing, I text Nick. We have a lecture together. It’s a new teacher for this one and he definitely doesn’t want to leave a bad impression by being late. We both learned the hard way that’s it best to either be on your lecturer’s good side or be one of those unimpressionable students whose faces they don’t even remember.

Nick: I’m grabbing a coffee. U want one? Heard it can help with ur violent outbursts ;D.

Me: I do NOT have violent outbursts. Park was asking for it.

Me: Get me a black one.

Nick: Ok. Kinda agree. Park is an asshole. Can’t believe he played the victim. That’s low even for him.

Me: Stop chatting and get the coffee, you doofus. I’ll be waiting by the entrance.

Nick: Yes, yes. I don’t need a repeat of Mr. Tian. I can’t believe we passed that class.

Ten minutes later, the two of us walk into the lecture theater. We like to sit at the back, but it’s fully packed already, leaving just the two front rows. I plop into a corner seat by the door with a pointed frown Nick’s way.

“Chill, dude. At least we aren’t late.” He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee and stretching in his seat. “Wasn’t my fault I needed to take a piss.”

I have a nasty comment at the tip of my tongue when the door opens, snatching my attention away from my friend’s goofy grin. The lecturer walks in, and between one heartbeat and another, I go completely still, forgetting where I am and why I am here because this just can’t be happening.

Emerald green eyes settle on me as I fight to keep my heart from ripping out of my chest. A flicker of amusement stirs a hint of heat in them, but it lasts only a second, disappearing as that disarming gaze moves on from me to someone behind.

Oh my god. This can’t be real. He can’t be here.

But as he reaches the middle of the elevated platform at the front and the room quiets down, reality sinks in. The guy from the club who fucked my brains out last night is my lecturer.

“Welcome to Guitar. I’m Leander Adetu, a substitute teacher. Due to a health emergency, Mr. Rodrigez needs to take some time off, so I will be teaching the class this month.”

Holy shit. How am I going to survive staring at this sex on legs for four hours every damn week for the next month?

“Uh, dude…” Nick pokes me with an elbow, leaning in sideways and wrinkling his nose. His eyes narrow, a sliver of a smile teasing the corner of his lips. “This guy kind of looks like the one from the club. Please don’t tell me you hooked up with our teacher.”

I groan quietly, holding my head in my palms.

“Fuck. For real?” Nick snorts. “But it’s sort of hot,” he adds, fanning himself and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up.”

He’s right though. Once I look past the awkwardness and the embarrassment, getting railed by your professor is one of those erotic fantasies everyone has had at least once. And I got to live it. Not to mention how amazing the sex was or the fact that I’ve been fighting leftover arousal all day because my ass wants another taste of Club Guy’s cock.

Correction. Leander Adetu’s cock. Oh boy, even his name is sexy. It sounds like he could be some lord somewhere. European royalty. Maybe I should’ve called him Master and not Daddy.

My dick jolts as a rush of desire floods me. My attention narrows to the pleasant tension in my hips and the soreness in my ass. The cause of both is in the same room as me. I shift in my seat, crossing my legs to hide my growing erection. Leander’s captivating eyes cut to me then, giving me a subtle once-over, and I can swear they become so intense that for a split second it seems like they are glowing.

Like last night, when we were both naked and tangled in each other. His skin was cooler than mine, his fingers nimble and long and leaving trails of burning pleasure in their wake. His lips placed so many bruising kisses all over my body, and just spotting the few on my chest when I looked in the mirror almost gave me a boner. It felt as if he’d been marking me, staking a claim.

I squeeze my thighs, sweat beading the back of my neck and my temples. Fuck , I’m so horny. And he’s right there, not twenty feet from me, perching on the edge of the desk and still looking at me while explaining the class schedule. He’s wearing a lilac button-down and a pair of snug brown slacks that give me an annoyingly good view of his sculpted ass when he stands up to write something on the board. It’s a damn nice ass that would fit so perfectly in my hands.

My eyes go wide as Leander reaches up, the seam of his pants digging into his crease. Oh shit, shit, shit. Is he commando again? Heat floods my cheeks and more want pools to my core. I’m positively hard now. I want to go over to him and shove my dick in his mouth. And then he can fuck me bent over the desk.

I make another growly sound, thankful that someone chooses that exact moment to ask a question, or the entire room would’ve heard me.

Hayden, get a fucking grip. You don’t do repeats.

Nick pats me on the back. “He’s hot. I’ll give you that. Kind of has this mysterious aura about him, too. The one that screams danger in the most enticing way. You shouldn’t get involved with him.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” I grind out, giving my friend a scathing look.

He shrugs. “Dunno, man. You’ve been eyefucking him since the moment he walked in. You might want to tone it down a bit.”

Don’t I fucking know it? But my body doesn’t seem to care, only concerned with the amazing time we had last night. It’s like I have an itch I can’t scratch, a craving that won’t go away unless I give in. It lives just under my skin, crawling its way to every part of me until I’m tingling with need all over.

In a desperate attempt to snap myself out of it, I pinch my thigh. Stifling down a wince, I focus on the sting and the sharp pain, somehow escaping the titillating hold of my arousal. Leander has moved back to his wooden desk and is now projecting a presentation on the board.

I take a deep breath. I need to focus. This is important. I picked Guitar for a reason. It’s my safety blanket, my Plan B if everything goes to shit and I fail miserably at hockey. I’m going to be a rock star if I don’t make the hockey cut. With my looks and my penchant for music, I am positive I can smash it. My voice is on the hoarser side and I have a decent range and a good sense of rhythm. I even was in an amateur band for a bit in high school, making boys and girls and parents swoon and fawn over me like I was some kind of celebrity.

“…practice. You will be split into seven groups for the joint projects. You can pick any genre, but your final piece must be an original. No covers are allowed,” Leander is saying when I tune back in, his sinful lips opening and closing as the words leave him.

His accent is less obvious now than it was last night, perhaps because he’s trying to suppress it. Honestly, I like it better when he isn’t. There was something hot about it. The way the syllables flowed and how he rolled his R-s, the aggressiveness in some of the sounds.

I shiver at the mercy of yet another heated flashback.

No, Hayden. Be a good boy and behave.

Sitting through the rest of the class is torture of the best and worst kind at the same time. I’m mesmerized by Leander’s voice, by the way he moves his body through space with such elegance and fluidity, it almost feels like he’s gliding or hovering through it rather than walking. He’s got the focus of the entire room on him when he plays a few cords on the classic guitar he’s brought with him, its body painted in deep brown with golden patterns decorating the edges.

He also has a single golden-black earring on his right ear, long enough to reach the middle of his neck. It’s cross-shaped, with a moon hanging off the tip, and it sways when he tilts his head to the side. I didn’t notice it last night, I was too busy getting the pounding of my life.

“Oh boy, that was intense.” Nick pushes up from his seat when our lecture ends, crossing his hands behind his head. “Gotta give it to him though, he’s pretty good. Did you see those girls across from us? I swear they came when he got to the chorus that second time.”

I almost did, too. But I don’t tell Nick that. Or the fact that my imagination took me through a million sex scenarios while I was doing my best to prevent exactly that from happening. My nerves are flayed, and my body is buzzing. My ass is clenching and my dick is dying for some attention and even my damn nipples are hard.

“Headed home?” Nick throws at me as we watch the other students trickle out of the lecture theater. Leander slips out after the group of goths and punks that already seem to have become besties. “Heard Coach sent you home for today to cool off.”

“Yeah. Park still playing, I take it?” I toss my notebook in my bag and follow Nick toward the door.

“Yep. He got scolded, if that’s any consolation. But you know how it goes. His parents are way too damn important for his actions to lead to any real consequences.” Nick sighs, clearly just as exasperated at that as me. “He’s an ass, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not nearly as nasty with anyone else. It’s just you and I have no idea why. Besides, you two are a damn good team on the ice when you need to be…”

I’ve wondered about it too, but I could never pinpoint anything wrong that I might’ve done to him. He’s always picking on me for being poor, so maybe that’s enough of a reason for him. Maybe it just bugs him that someone who’s clearly beneath him can be just as capable when it comes to skating. Honestly, I don’t really care, though I do wish he’d leave me alone because it’s hard to keep my hotheadedness in check sometimes.

“Whatever. So long as he’s not stupid enough to pull that shit during a match, I’ll cope.”

“Oh, boy. Imagine that.” Nick shudders, shaking his head. “Nah. I don’t think he would. He wants to go pro just like you. He won’t risk getting blacklisted.”

That’s what I’m counting on. But then again, if I’m not even in the lineup, what does it matter if he behaves or not? I still can’t believe Coach benched me when he knows how important the upcoming charity game is. I’ll really need to behave so he lets me play and have my shot at being scouted.

“Hayden.”

It will suck, but I got this. I can totally be civil. I’ll even smile at Park. I grin to myself. I bet that would piss him off.

“Hayden, watch out!”

“Huh?”

I crash into someone, stumbling back a bit. “Oh shit. Sorry fo—”

Leather and earth engulf me, filling my nostrils. I inhale deeply, I can’t fucking help it, letting Leander’s scent claim every part of me. He smells so good. Like something luxurious and dangerous, like something I’m forbidden from having. Which makes sense; our unforgettable, mind-blowing one-night stand is still just that—a one-night stand.

“Mr. Johnson.” Leander turns around, his ebony black hair gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the corridor. “Perhaps you should watch where you are going.”

My heartbeat skyrockets, my entire body tuning to his presence. I can catch it, even here in the middle of the crowded hall, that predatory hint it carries. It’s focused on me, it excites me, it tempts me, making me swallow hard and fight an onslaught of need for this mysterious man that turned my world upside down for no reason.

“Apologies, Professor…” I lick my mouth when his eyes darken slightly, loving the little quiver that graces his full, kissable lips. “ Adetu . I…” I do my absolute best not to smirk at him. “I didn’t catch much sleep last night.”

He looks between me and Nick, who’s biting on his bottom lip to prevent what must be a shit-eating grin, and lets out a thoughtful hum. “How unfortunate. Makes one wonder what possibly kept you up so late.” He steps in and brushes his hand against my arm, the touch barely there but enough to unleash a thrilling bolt of want through my insides. “I do hope the reason was pleasant rather than not.”

The wicked smile he flashes me lasts only a heartbeat, but the intent and the hunger in it are clear. It takes me a moment to get my bearings and tear my eyes away from his beautiful face. I don’t do repeats. Even with the hottest guy I’ve ever met who turned me into a slutty bottom after just one night and who also happens to be my professor for the next few weeks.

My cock jerks, straining against the zipper of my pants. I’m so glad I put on a baggier pair or the whole corridor would be a witness to my very inappropriate and public hard-on. Another twitch tells me I can totally get onboard with that when the incentive is so… enticing .

Yeah, no, dick, not happening.

“You were very good,” I say, my voice going a little scratchy. I clear my throat. “At playing the guitar, I mean.”

“So I’ve been told.” He gives me another meaningful look, raising one sculpted eyebrow ever so slightly.

Ugh, I’m going to explode. He didn’t do anything other than walk into his class so he can teach it, and yet my blood has been pumping south for the past two hours. With how well he fucked me, I should’ve been set for the week, but with every second I spend in his proximity, the craving in me grows.

“I um… We should go,” I rasp, tilting my head at Nick. “Sorry again for bumping into you.”

I practically leg it, dragging Nick with me before Leander can even respond. Desire pulsates in my veins, making my lungs work overtime. I’m panting by the time we reach the metal benches outside the building, my head spinning a little as if I’d been drinking more than I should.

“Damn, Hayden. You could cut the tension with a knife. That guy is trouble. You should definitely not get involved.”

“I told you I didn’t plan to!” I quip, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that still lingers where his fingers touched me.

“Yeah. I know. Just, fuck.” He snorts, swatting me on the arm as he aims a sympathetic expression my way. “If I banged a guy like that, I’d totally want a repeat.”

“I’m trying not to, so stop talking about it, maybe?” I grit out.

I’m of half mind to run back inside and beg Leander to fuck me. Maybe over the wooden desk like I imagined while he was going through the curriculum. His cock just felt so good, his hands so possessive, his mouth so hot. The way he moved inside me, the way he stretched me… I don’t think I’ll be able to forget the sensation.

“I’m going. Let me know how practice goes. Chat later.” I turn around and dart in the direction of the bus stop, not waiting for Nick’s confirmation.

I need to go. I need to get home and rub one out or I’m going to lose my mind. And then I need to get laid. I need another good fuck, so I can get this one out of my system. The past two days were just too much, that’s gotta be it. I’m too stressed and on edge, and Leander just happened to be extremely compatible, so I can’t stop thinking about him.

But I have to. Because he’s just a hookup and my temporary professor. I need to get over him, so I can sit in class without sporting a boner the moment that entrancing emerald gaze swallows me whole.