Page 48 of Full Service

“Here, drink this. Are you having a heart attack?”

“Fuck you,” I manage to snipe. “I’m not that old, and I’m very healthy. I eat leaves and seeds.”

“Right,” he says, still looking concerned and then my jacket splits open and his eyes settle on my throbbing dick.

“Oh,” he says, nearly breathless.

I let out a small, pained whimper, and his eyes slash to mine.

“I’m fine. You should go,” I manage to say, being very, very firm. He should not be here, kneeling in front of me, being every gay man’s temptation. Especially if he’s with Garrett. And more importantly, because he’s my TA. He is off-limits.

Not that it stops my dick from jumping toward him.

“You look like you’re in pain.”

I am. I am in such pain. And it’s all his fault.

“I’m fine,” I murmur, and Everly’s hands clutch the arms of my chair.

And then without warning, his face presses into my groin, a warm, deep pressure right against my dick. I can feel his cheek rubbing up against my hard length, and my entire body spasms. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit, I’m going to come if he does that again.

This is what I get for trying to be good, I think as I stare down at him, my eyes unblinking, my breath coming out in violent heaves. I’m practically wheezing, but Everly’s face is on my dick and he’s rubbing up against it, like a cat in heat, and it’s making my balls draw up even further. Oh fuck me. They were already blue. All goddamn week they’ve been full and hard. And like a fool, I didn’t do anything about it. I chose to ignore them and now I’m going to come in my pants. Again.

“Everly,” I groan, and his big blue eyes flash up to meet mine as he parts his lips and mouths at my dick. It’s over my pants, but still, the idea of it, the sight. It’s all I need. My cock jerks, and I explode on a silent scream, my boxers filling with my release.

And the entire time, he mouths at me, almost as if he’s trying to get a taste. He wants a taste of my cum.

Another spurt leaves me, and I bite down on my bottom lip so hard to contain the moan that bubbles up inside of me.

Everly inhales deeply, breathing me in and then licks a stripe along my zipper and over the emerging wet spot.

I shudder and then slump in my chair, my cock very happy and my mind very muddled.

“Hot,” Everly says as he sits back on his heels and looks at me.

Our eyes meet, and the corner of his lip quirks up.

“You come so quickly,” he says, almost in awe, and I feel myself blush.

Of course I do. I’m a sex-starved man in his thirties with a hot-as-fuck TA who sticks his face on my dick every chance he gets. Who wouldn’t come quickly?

I manage to gather some of my wits. “I do not. That was just…a fluke.”

His grin widens, and I frown at him.

“I think it’s just you, Dr. Sinclair, and I love that. It’s so sexy.”

We stare at one another, my eyes settling on his blushing cheeks and his mussed hair before they slip down to the outline of his straining dick in his jeans.

He liked it. He liked it so much he’s hard.

“I—I really need to clean up and you should leave,” I say, not really wanting him to go but really needing to get a grip on the reality of this situation. I cannot have him doing this again. Especially in my place of work.

Everly shakes his head, pressing the heel of his palm to his dick. “I really don’t wanna leave, not when I’m worried about your health.”

I roll my eyes as best I can as I grab some tissues and start to clean myself up. Everly’s eyes have fallen back to my crotch again, watching as I try my best to wipe away the evidence of my weakness. And that’s what I am. I’m weak. So very weak for this guy. Never in my life have I behaved like this, so wanton, so impulsive.

And even when I know he has someone who likes him, someone who could even be his boyfriend for all I know.

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