Chapter 5 DORIAN’S POV

The second his lips touched mine, everything else disappeared.

I'd imagined this so many times—in class, late at night, every time he adjusted that damn tie. But nothing came close to the real thing.

He kissed like a man starving. Like he'd been holding back for so long he'd forgotten how to be gentle. His hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, and I went willingly. I'd been waiting for this since day one.

His mouth was hot, demanding. When I bit his lower lip, he made this sound—low and broken—that went straight through me. I wanted to hear it again.

My hands slid under his shirt. He was warm, solid. Real. This was actually happening.

"Fuck," I breathed against his mouth. "You have no idea how long—"

He kissed me harder, cutting me off. His tongue swept against mine and I groaned, pressing him against the elevator wall. My hand traced his hip, feeling him tremble.

I kissed down his neck, tasting salt and soap and him. His pulse hammered under my lips. When I sucked hard enough to leave a mark, his fingers dug into my shoulders.

"Dorian," he gasped.

God, I loved my name in his mouth.

My hand slid lower, cupping him through his pants. He jerked, head falling back. He was hard. For me.

"Tell me you want this," I murmured against his ear.

The elevator lurched.

Lights flickered on. The car started moving.

Professor Wolfe shoved me away, stumbling back. His face was flushed, lips swollen, shirt untucked. He looked thoroughly kissed and absolutely panicked.

"That—" His hands shook as he tried to fix his shirt. "That can't happen again."

The elevator dinged. Doors opened.

He ran. Just bolted like the place was on fire.

I stood there alone, touching my lips where I could still taste him.

Then I started laughing.

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Later, back in my dorm room, I collapsed onto my bed. My roommate was gone—thank God.

I pulled up I*******m, found the English department page. There—a faculty photo from last month.

Professor Vale stood apart from the others, hands in pockets, not quite smiling. Looking uncomfortable.

Even in that boring photo he was beautiful.

I saved the image.

Lay back, staring at it, remembering how he'd tasted. How desperate that kiss had been.

He wanted me. Bad.

And he was terrified.

This wasn't over. He could run all he wanted, go home to his wife and pretend.

But I'd felt how he kissed me back.

And I wasn't giving up.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I grabbed my dick and pulled it out of my pants. Pre-cum dripped out of my hole.

“My, you’re leaking,”I chuckled.

 I sat in my room, masturbating, my hands stroking my hard and erect dick. I gasped repeatedly from pleasure as I could feel  the  pleasure rising in my dick.

“Argh! Professor!” I moaned.

 I stroked my dick faster,  the   fwap-fwap sound of me pleasuring myself breaking  the  silence of  the   quiet room.

I thought about our kiss, the way his waist has fit into my arms. His smell, his lips. I wanted him so bad.

I felt my head explode with pleasure as I stroked myself. I imagined the professor coming to me and touching me.

“Are you even listening to the lecture, Dorian?” He teased.

“Yes. Yes. I’ll listen to anything you say Professor.”

 I soon felt  the   sensation rise in my dick.

“Urgh! Ngh! I’m..I’m..gonna cum!”

I released, with cum shooting out of my dick.

But I didn’t stop. I increased my movements on my dick with quick succession, eliciting great pleasure that shot throughout my body. I imagined holding the professor down, his long sexy legs wrapping around my waist as I plunged into him.  How will his voice sound  when he moaned? Did he sound the same way he did in class when he was in bed or will his voice be more high pitched?

I want him. I want to hear his moans. I want to hear him call my name. Ever since I walked into that class and set my eyes on him nothing else matttetered.

I stroked faster and soon cummed. I afterward went to wash up in the bathroom. I laughed to myself.

“I wonder what the professor will think if he knew I was doing this.”

Days passed.

Professor Wolfe avoided me like a disease. Every attempt to talk to him was shut down. Whenever I approached him he would skip away like a frightened rabbit. It was annoying at first. Was the kiss that day bad? I was sure we’d both enjoyed it.

But then the way he dodged me became amusing and then I started to look forward to what creative way he would use to avoid me each time I wanted to meet him. I was enjoying this when for a while until I got a message from my aunt, Julie.

Aunt Julie was my mom’s sister.

In the message, She texted that wanted me a few days before to meet her husband.

“We’ve been married for years now and yet you’ve never attempted to get to know each other!” She texted.

“But Aunty, you know I don’t really like being with the family,” I texted back.

“You still have to come.”

She was having some work event , some adult party and she wanted me to come. I wasn’t really interested. Then she said;

“He’s a professor at your school and I want you to meet.” Like that would convince me.

But then I got curious about her husband. I had never met him before so I didn’t know what he looked like. Would he be Fat, Old, ugly? Short? What if he had a hunchback? But one thought lingered at the back of my mind - what if he was Professor Wolfe?

I refused to let the thought grow so I pushed it as far away from me as I could even though I still wanted to know.

I texted back that I would be there, curiosity getting the better of me.

The curiosity in me only built the closer we got. I was very eager to see who he was, against my better judgement. So when I got to the party, he was the first person I looked for.

The atmosphere in the room was lively and full. There was energy clearly, with the light music that played and a small dance performed. Everything was going well.

Aunt Julie had walked up to me, a smile on her face when she saw I had come. She led me through the throng of people and then stopped right in the group at that end.

It was there I had seen him, my whole body froze when I saw who it was - Professor Wolfe.