18. Cam

For the last twenty minutes, my heart had been in my throat. Now, as I braced myself against Grady's desk, it was trying to beat out of my chest while all the blood in my body migrated to my dick.

Every word he uttered, every question he asked, dark eyes hooded with desire, searching my face, lingering over my lips and throat, had me so fucking flustered and turned on. I was sure my cheeks were as flushed as my cock. I'd walked into his office confident, emboldened by his reaction to the video I'd sent, but once my classroom daydreams started becoming a reality, I found myself stuttering through the anticipation, tongue-tied with raw desire as my pulse thundered in my ears.

If he didn't put a finger or cock inside me soon, I was afraid I'd explode.

"Still want this?" Grady's voice was lust-thick but steady, finger tapping my hole before he rubbed over it again. His grip on me was tight and commanding, his nearness intoxicating. The stubble on his chin scratched against my bare ass, sending tingles down to my already throbbing cock.

"Yes. Please." My eyes shuttered close, devouring the sensation—I'd never felt it sober before. "I'm dying. Please, please, just fuck me."

A noisy gasp jumped from my throat as Grady worked a slick finger past the tight ring of muscle. "How's that, Cameron?"

Fuck me, he was using his teacher voice, and I was a total slut for it. "Good. Perfect," I managed breathlessly.

His finger slipped deeper, gently twisting inside me before he added another. Shock waves of pleasure shot through me when his knuckles brushed against my prostate.

"And this?"

"Good," I bit out, bucking against his hand, trying to ride it as he began moving in an insistent rhythm that left me gasping for air. I dug my fingers into the unforgiving wood desk.

"Such an eager little student, aren't you?" His voice was a low growl near my ear as he curled his fingers, bringing them unerringly back to my prostate. White-hot pleasure flared in that spot with every caress.

I could only whimper in response because I was fucking spiraling, dizzy with pleasure, every movement of his fingers pushing me against the edge of the desk, the cool wood lip of it rubbing against my cock. When I managed to crack an eye and look down, there was a puddle of my own precum on the glossy surface.

This was about to get messy.

"You've done well with my fingers. Let's see how you handle my cock."

Grady shifted behind me, and I heard him rummaging around, then a frustrated curse that preceded a quiet hum of satisfaction. His fingers returned to my hole, this time cool with lube that he worked inside me with the same thorough patience he seemed to have an endless supply of. Most of the time.

His hand smoothed down my spine, pressing me lower until my cheek gently met the wood. I turned my head to the side to see his gaze moving over my face, his expression stern and focused. He was the sexiest fucking man I'd ever laid eyes on, and I couldn't believe he was about to be inside me.

He arched a brow, a silent query I answered in a lust-drunk rush. "I fucking want it. Want you." How many people on this earth had gotten to experience this? The exhilarating, taboo rush of their professor fucking them over a desk? Not as many as had fantasized about it, I knew that fucking much.

I swallowed hard as Grady's tip kissed the warmth of my hole. The heat of him so close forced me to stifle what would have otherwise been a loud moan.

"Oh fuck, oh god," I whispered when he pressed inside me for all of a second before my reflexes kicked him out. His resulting chuckle made me blush. "Sorry."

"We'll go slow, I promise. Relax for me."

"I can do that, yeah. I can?—"

"Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."

Holy shit, I was out of practice, but I nodded minutely and closed my eyes as I inhaled, focusing on his body pressed to mine. When the head of his cock breached my entrance again, I exhaled against the instinct to clench, and the sensation of him stretching me open seared through me, igniting a flame in my belly.

"Goddamn." His voice was strained and his fingers tightened on my hips. I felt him brace against me, another low groan of pleasure escaping him as he withdrew. "You feel so good. So hot and tight it's driving me crazy. Can you take a little more for me? Let me feel a more of that tight hole gripping my cock?"

"Yeah, fuck yes." I was pretty sure I stuttered again, but I was beyond caring. He liked this little game, and I damn sure liked it, too.

Grady's soothing caress to my shoulder lifted goose bumps across my back. He moved carefully, gentle arches of his hips filling me leisurely, unhurriedly withdrawing and filling me again, deeper every time until he was fully seated and I felt the warmth of his skin against my asscheeks.

He bent over, stringing kisses from the back of my neck to my shoulder and then the corner of my mouth, where he lingered. "Does it feel good for you? I want it to." It was so unexpected, so solicitous in the heat of the moment, that my heart somersaulted.

"Are you kidding?" I panted. "I'm about to come all over your desk."

"Good." He brushed another kiss over my lips and straightened, spreading my cheeks once more. "Try moving a little bit, see how it feels." My limbs already felt like noodles, but I summoned my remaining strength and pushed gingerly back against him. "Find that spot you like."

It took me all of two seconds, and I turned into an impatient slut again, rocking back onto him, then wriggling in short, rapid thrusts that had me desperate for more of the sweet friction his cock was providing. Once I was fully relaxed, Grady rewarded me with a sharp thrust that made the desk creak beneath me. Our movements fell in sync, the desk thudding and every glide of his dick drawing groans from us both.

"That's it, just like that."

Grady yanked me upright as he started railing me harder, painting the side of my neck with his ragged breaths. His cock moved in rhythm with the wild gallop of my heart, each thrust making me light-headed.

"Oh god." I exhaled the words over and over. The hot coil of pleasure in my belly tightened, and I knew I was about to shatter. "It's so good. It feels so good now. I can't, I'm gonna…" A line of precum stretched from the tip of my cock to the puddle on Grady's desk, and before I could move, Grady's hand gloved my cock. He stroked me relentlessly in rough pulls, and I exploded far too soon, body tensing as my orgasm took over and rocketed through me like a cascade of fire. My ass contracted around Grady while jizz shot from the head of my cock to land on his desk in hot white ribbons. His blunt nails dug into my skin, and with a punishing thrust and a hard grunt, he went still, his thick cock pulsing inside me so hard I felt it.

The endorphin rush left me dizzy and quaking. My head lolled back against Grady's shoulders, and he trailed soft caresses up my side and stomach.

"Come with me." His voice was gentle as I hitched my pants halfway up and let him lead me to the couch. Turning around, he pulled up his own pants and went to rummage through his bag again.

He returned with wet wipes. "I'm not sure they're still wet." But they were. He wiped us both down with tender thoroughness at odds with the intensity of the sex we'd just had, then got up to toss the wipes. This time, when he returned, he had a bottle of water he offered out to me.

I accepted it gratefully, gulping down the cold liquid as Grady sat beside me, eyes glued to my face. "Are you good?" The concern in his voice made me exhale a lazy chuckle.

"So fucking good. I can barely move."

"Good." A small smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Your desk is a disaster." The stacks of paper on top of it were scattered haphazardly. "I think I jizzed all over one of your folders, sorry."

"Easily replaced."

"Better than some student's test. Unless it was mine. That would be pretty fucking fitting."

Grady stared at me, blinked, and then burst into a rumbly laugh I joined him in. When it died down, he pulled me back against him on the couch, and I let myself sink into the mellow warmth of his embrace.

"I've been thinking on your suggestion," he said. "The arrangement between us. How do you see that working?"

"However we both want it to. I told you what I want and why."

"I'm still curious, though. There are endless options at your fingertips for this kind of thing. Attractive options that…"

I shook my head vehemently. "Yeah, you're right, technically. But I told you, it won't feel the same. I'll open an app and click a profile, I'll bullshit back and forth, then pick someone's place, and I'll go over and suck their cock, and they'll suck mine, and we'll be done. Or I can ask someone on a date, and we'll go through the whole process of picking out somewhere to meet. Getting to know each other, hooking up, and then never speaking again or, worse, hooking up, and then suddenly we're dating and…"

Grady laughed. "What's wrong with dating?"

"Nothing, it's just not what I want right now. I'm trying to finish school and pay for it. I work a lot. You and I were easy so far. We texted each other and showed up when we could make our schedules fit. It was fucking ideal. And hot."

Grady canted his head. "You liked the thrill."

"I liked the thrill, yeah, but more than that, I liked how it felt with you. Like I said before, I trust you. You like the thrill, too. You said as much in a text one time. You're probably worried about taking advantage of me or it seeming like you are, based on your position, right?"

"Astute. Yes, of course I am."

I couldn't blame him, but I'd never felt that way. "Then I'd be taking advantage of you as much as you are of me because it's this I want." I gestured between us. "This dynamic. Me standing in front of you on fucking pins and needles, half-hard just thinking about what might happen if you tell me to come around to the other side of the desk." Grady hummed a thoughtful sound that felt like a purr against me. "We'd be using each other for as long as it works for us, and when it doesn't, we do what mature adults do and stop it."

"A mature adult might not get involved in something like this in the first place," he pointed out.

I laughed. "No, a masochist would not get involved in the first place."

"Touché."

"So…do we have an arrangement, then?" I wriggled around so I could see his face, gauge his response.

Grady eyed me consideringly. "Yes." He reached out, softly tracing the line of my jaw, then down to my throat, where it lingered. "I think we do."

"Good. So can you start coming back to the cafe again? I miss ogling you."

Grady chuckled. "I think I can do that. I've missed the omelets and ogling more than I thought I would."

I walked homea half hour later and barely remembered my own footsteps.

I had just had the best sex of my life. Granted, technically the only sex of my life I really remembered, but I was pretty sure even if I'd had a hundred partners before, sex with Grady would still count as the best. I was high on the afterglow, and maybe the high part should have given me pause, but it didn't. I felt free, liberated. Even if it was only sex, for the first time in my life, I felt like I could openly share my wants and desires without fear of judgment or shame. Did other people grow up with this sense of liberation? How fucking amazing was that?

There were pins and needles in my chest as I waited for any sense of shame to come, waited to feel some projection of disappointment from my parents or the faith I'd abandoned. But it never came.