19. Jonah

CHAPTER NINETEEN

jonah

Email to: Stats B students.

From: Professor Brooks

I’m taking dick leave. This afternoon’s class has been canceled.

As soon asI hit Send, I see the autocorrect mistake and want to die from embarrassment. It’s as if autocorrect knew what I was really planning on doing with my sick leave. Sick. S-I-C-K. I quickly follow it up with a professional:

As I hope you’re all aware, my last email was supposed to say sick leave. Regards, Professor Brooks.

But of course, that doesn’t stop the slew of replies.

“Dick leave is good for the soul, professor.”

“So sorry you are dick. Oops autocorrect here too.”

Each reply is as immature as the last, and a couple skirt that edge between making a joke and crossing lines, but after all the drama that has surrounded me with Ben and Emmett, I’m going to let it all slide.

“Dick leave? Really?” Emmett says, reading over my shoulder.

We’re walking home from lunch, which he has apologized for numerous times already, but I don’t mind. It’s not like Ben was actually interrogating me, but even if he was, I want him to like me, so I’d answer any ridiculous question he wants to throw at me.

I have nothing to hide. I’m a simple man who has an infatuation with someone I never would have gone for in the past.

Emmett is twenty-one. Gorgeous. But again, twenty-one. Most people his age are too immature for me. I’m only four years older, but the difference between twenty-one and twenty-five is a stark contrast. At least in my life, it was. At twenty-one, I was carefree, drinking every weekend, being a typical college student. My master’s made me grow up a lot, and then in the blink of an eye, I’m a full-blown adult and have a real job.

Emmett is an outlier though. He’s not a typical twenty-one-year-old. He can be immature, but it’s as if the weight of the world sits on his shoulders, like maybe losing his parents so young meant he needed to grow up sooner. He has so many admirable traits. He’s loyal to his brother. Kind. Selfless. He wasn’t willing to date me at all because he thought Ben wouldn’t approve. And yes, I think he’s hiding some scars, some things he doesn’t want me to know, but I’m hoping with time, he’ll pull down those walls and let me in completely.

He’s still laughing and muttering about “dick leave,” and while I should be appalled that he can’t let it go like many of my students won’t, on him, it’s cute. I don’t know how that works, but it does.

“Someone was distracting me while I was typing,” I protest.

“How was I distracting you? I’ve been walking six feet ahead of you this whole time because while I’m determined to get you back to your place and naked, you’re strolling along like you’re out for a relaxing walk. Less slowy slow more fasty fast.”

“Why do you think I was so distracted? Your ass was right in my line of sight. So if anything, it’s your fault I’m so slowy slow.”

“I’m starting to think you’re not as desperate for me as I am for you.”

I grab his hand and pull him against me. His chest hits mine with a thump. “Do you really think that?” I ask. “Because I canceled an afternoon class to be with you. I’m so desperate for you it was either cancel class or spread even more rumors about my hard-on for students. Teaching while trying to hide how hard you make me would be impossible.”

Emmett’s eyes flutter closed. “This is not helping me with my patience.”

“Or lack thereof.”

“Exactly. Let’s go.” He takes off walking again, dragging me with him.

I love how impatient he is for me, and I decide to be mean and play into that. “You know what I’m going to do as soon as we’re inside?”

“If the answer is anything but strip me down and make me come, I’m not interested in hearing it.”

“I was thinking I could take my time with you. Take off all your clothes one piece at a time. Kissing your skin as it’s exposed.” I’m assuming he won’t want to be fucked right after eating a giant burger and fries, so I’m going to give every other part of his body my tongue.

Emmett whimpers and continues to drag me toward my apartment.

“And when you think you can’t take any more teasing, I’m going to swallow you down and drink all your cum.”

“Okay, now you’re officially mean.”

Turns out I also love it when he pouts.

My determination to drag it out goes out the window as soon we’re inside. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t let me get close to him to make sure I can undress him slowly.

“That’s cheating!” I say as I watch him strip down as fast as humanly possible. He kicks off his shoes while he takes his shirt off.

I try to catch him when he bends his leg to take off a sock, but he hops out of my grasp and then runs while undoing his pants.

“You do know that the longer you run from me, the longer I’ll drag this out? When you think you’re going to come, I’ll back off. When you think I’m going to put my mouth on your cock, I’ll kiss you somewhere else.”

“Why are you being mean?”

“Because I wanted to take my time with you, but you’re adamant on driving me so crazy that I might not make it.”

An evil smile takes over Emmett’s face. “So, you mean, if I refuse to go over to you and do this …” He drops his pants and underwear, kicking them off, and now he’s naked, standing in the middle of my living room with his hair a mess of wild curls and his eyes trained on me while he touches himself. “You might snap and give us what we both want faster?”

I’m going to be strong. I’m going to be strong.

He strokes his hard cock, and I know without a doubt that I won’t be able to hold out.

“Screw it.” I race over to him and immediately drop to my knees.

My hand wraps around his dick, taking over from him, and as I open my mouth and look up at him through my lashes, that evil smile hasn’t wavered.

“That was easier than I expected.”

“Just so you know, one day, where it ends with us here again, I will be able to hold myself back and torture you slowly. But today is not that day.”

I close my lips over him and bob my head, swirl my tongue around his shaft, and then deep-throat him all the way to the base of his cock.

“Holy mother of fuck.”

That reaction is almost worth giving him the upper hand. And as much as I wanted to drag this out and take my time, there’s no way.

Being where I am feels too good. Bringing him to orgasm is all I want.

I’m so hard it’s painful, and I’m regretting not getting undressed when he did.

I work him over with my mouth while I undo my pants and reach inside my underwear to get some relief.

His hand finds my hair, gripping tight to hold my head in place. When his hips surge forward and he starts fucking my face, I jerk myself harder and faster.

The second the first spurt of warm cum hits my tongue, I follow him over the edge.

What I planned to be a long, slow, drawn-out orgasm has turned into a quick release instead, and I don’t regret a single thing.