Page 84 of Ancient History

Somehow, looking at that door only made my cock swell up more because I knew what he was thinking.

“Fun fact.” I kissed his neck. “That door locks.”

“We can’t!”

“Fun fact number two.” I gripped his erection, making him let out an uncontrollable groan. “I can tape paper over the window.”

“People could come into the locker room at any time. Put this idea out of your head.”

“Fun fact number three.” I grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and licked a stripe up his neck. His pulse quivered under my tongue. “There are no gym classes scheduled this period.”

“Still, you never know,” he said between gasps, his whole body shaking with need under my touch. “A teacher could come in. Or Bryce the janitor.”

“I’ll take my chances.” I stroked his length through his jeans. “Feels like you will, too.”

“That is from friction and is not indicative of my current mental state.”

“Okay, then.” I stepped back, letting the air fill the space between us. “You’re welcome to go.” I picked up my playbook and pretended to study its pages. “We can pick this up later.”

“Good. That’s the sensible thing to do. Just because you can easily push me back on this sturdy desk and have your way with me, doesn’t mean you should.” He nodded and nodded, and licked his lips again, and if he bolted, I was going to have to rub one out in my car. That’d be sad.

“We’re educators,” he said.

“You’re right.”

Silence hung between us. The clock ticked on the wall.

Amos grabbed me by the whistle around my neck and pulled me against him for a hot-as-fuck kiss. He moaned into my lips. His cock was a rock hard dagger. All that talking had been outstanding foreplay.

He pulled on the whistle string harder, nearly choking me. “I don’t know why I find these stupid whistles so sexy. Maybe it’s because all the coaches wear them in pornos. They take off all their clothes, but keep the whistle on, which is very impractical but I can see the appeal.”

“It obviously works for you.” I whipped off my shirt, but kept the whistle string around my neck.

“Holy hotness. Did I say that out loud?” Amos raked over my chest like he was cleaning up fall leaves.

“You did. It was sexy.”

Amos flicked a tongue over my left nipple, then my right. I bit back the moan that wanted to unleash itself. Between my bedroom and my office, we were doing a shit job of hooking up in places where we could be loud.

He dragged his fingers over my pecs and abs. I flexed them for show.

A moan escaped my lips when he slunk a hand into my waistband and brushed over my bulge. His hands were magic.

He bit his lip so hard it turned a bright red. I tipped his chin up to gaze into his eyes. Yea, we were about to go at it like quiet chipmunks, but there was something special between us, something I wasn’t going to let slip away again.

He slipped his other hand into my shorts. His sweaty palms massaged my shaft, sliding up and down my length. I yanked his hair and kissed him deep, moaning into his lips. He opened for my tongue, exploring his mouth aggressively.

“Fuck. Need it,” I muttered.

“Tell me.”

“Need to suck you.” I wanted Amos inside me, wanting him writhing around under my touch.

Before he could respond with a witty retort, I pushed him back onto the desk. His tented pants jutted up.

I cupped his crotch, the heat of his dick burning into my palm. He rolled his head back, letting me take command.

Before I got completely lost in a sex haze, I taped the piece of paper over the door window and double-checked the lock. There probably shouldn’t be anyone coming in, but I wasn’t going to make Amos nervous.

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