เข้าสู่ระบบDISCLAIMER! MM ROMANCE ! Caleb Foster is late. Again. Snow is still melting in his hair when he pushes open the classroom door, the cold from the rink clinging to him as thirty students turn to stare. At the front of the room, Professor Elliot Ward pauses mid-sentence. His gaze drifts to the attendance sheet, then back to the broad-shouldered hockey captain standing in the doorway. “Mr. Foster,” he says calmly. “I assume the ice rink does not operate on the same schedule as my classroom.”
ดูเพิ่มเติมELIOT The scent of sex, mixed with the musky pheromones of our sweat and the lingering trace of fluids on the sheets, hung heavy in the air. The sheer comfort of his hard member pressing idly against my rear in his sleep made the thought of moving from this warmth torturous. A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it was already past six, and my first lecture of the day was scheduled for eight thirty.Carefully, almost breathlessly, I began the agonizing process of pulling myself away from his heavy warmth. I gritted my teeth, a low gasp escaping my lips as the sudden movement sent a sharp, liquid reminder of his completion from last night trickling down my thigh. The hot stream from the faucet did little to wash away the phantom ache of him, but the humid sanctuary of the bathroom shattered the moment the door clicked open. Caleb’s massive, muscular frame pressed directly against my bare back, pinning me tightly against the edge of the marble vanity. "Goin
ELIOT The tears burning my eyes weren't enough. The weeping wasn't enough. The agony of the last months had left a starving void inside my chest, and looking at Caleb through a blur of tears didn't make him feel real. The grief twisted into something feral. I didn't want his pity. I needed his skin. With raw hunger, I lunged forward.The vulnerability vanished, masked by a raging, desperate hunger. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and hauled him down to me, my mouth crashing onto his with a bruising, frantic intensity. I bit his lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from him, using the opening to thrust my tongue into his mouth. I needed to taste the heat of him, to feel the exact weight of his chest crushing mine, to anchors myself in the reality that he was actually here, remembering me. "Eli—" he gasped against my mouth, but I drowned out his voice with another suffocating kiss. My hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer as if I could absorb his very essence into th
CALEB By nine o’clock, I was standing in the shadows of Eliot’s front porch, the heavy fabric of a dark hoodie pulled up to obscure my face. The neighbourhood was dead quiet save for the occasional cars driving by. "You shouldn't have come," he whispered. I stepped straight over the threshold, forcing him to backtrack into the foyer as I shut the heavy door behind me. "I told you I’d be here at nine, Eliot," I muttered. "And I don't break my promises." Eliot was in pyjamas,the material hugging him in the right places.The dimly lit living room masked him in a sexy orange hue. Just like a moth drawn to a light,I drifted to his bedroom.The velvet bed carpet, the king bed in the middle. " Come here ,Eliot." Without hesitation, he walked towards me,his shadow reaching before him.He stopped right in front of me.I pulled him by his wrist, settling him on my thighs. The scent of his bodywash driving me into a frenzy. "Why didn't you resist?" I rasped on his neck. "Would y
CALEB I waited ten minutes into the lecture before pushing the heavy wooden doors open.I walked past my usual row, marched straight down to the very front of the theatre, and pulled out a chair. I sat down, slung my arms back, and stared at him. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Foster," Eliot murmured. "Traffic was brutal, Professor," I replied smoothly, a dark smile tugging at my lips. "Don't let me interrupt." For the next fifty minutes,my eyes were never off him. Every time Eliot faced the class, my gaze was waiting. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept snapping back to me. When the clock hit noon and the class cleared out, I stayed pinned to my seat. Once the heavy door clicked shut, Eliot slowly lowered his head, gripping the edges of the podium. When he finally looked up, his armour was completely gone. "What do you want, Mr Foster ?" "I was just thinking about my essay topic, Professor," I replied. "I want to write about boundaries. About how a space can change d






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