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It’s more than sex too. It’s how we talk to each other, how I share my dreams and worries, how he does the same. I want a future with him.

I want to marry him.

And that thought makes me hard again.

“Honestly, can you at least try to behave?” Silas whispers when he catches me drooling over the sight of him. I mean, how am I supposed to behave when he looks so goddamn good in a knit sweater?

They should be illegal.

Yarn should be banned from college campuses.

“It’s hard to when my boyfriend looks so good.”

Silas grumbles at me, his cheeks flushing. “Behave.”

A low moan slips from me. When he gets all professor-y on me I can’t help but get even more turned on.

“I’m having a biological emergency.”

“Then go take care of it before class starts.”

“I think I need your help.”

Silas straightens his sweater and side-eyes me. “Fine. You have five minutes.”

I nod and stride out of the lecture hall, almost running at this point. When I make it to his office, I wait impatiently for him to unlock it. As soon as we step through the threshold and the door is closed, I’m on him.

I can’t help it.

“Everly,” Silas hisses as my lips attack his. “Everly.”

“Babe. I’m so fucking turned on right now. I can’t think. All my blood is in my dick.”

I grind it up against him so he can feel what he does to me.

“It’s this sweater. I never knew I liked yarn on men, but I so do.”

He chuckles as I kiss my way across his jaw and then drop to my knees.

“Let me suck your dick. We have two minutes and we both know you only last one.”

Silas grumps above me.

“I can last quite a while, just so you know.”

I do know. He can come multiple times too. But right now, I just want to suck his dick and then sit in that class, listening to him speak, watching his mouth move, edging myself into oblivion.

“We said we wouldn’t do this,” Silas says, but his dick is already in my mouth and I’m swallowing him whole. I can’t really speak about this at the moment and honestly, having him in my mouth is such a relief that I don’t even care that I’m breaking all the rules.

If he got fired, would it really be so bad?

Then we could travel around the States and fuck and be out in the open like a normal couple. We wouldn’t have to hide away like we are. It’s driving me nuts, seeing him and not being able to have him.

I want to shout it to the world that he’s my boyfriend.

But this is all I get, for now.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Silas grunts and then he’s unloading into my mouth, his legs jerking as he comes.

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