RYAN
Being in class three days a week watching Philip as he lectured was torture. I was seriously considering changing my major so I wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation of his rejection over and over again. I needed an appointment with my therapist because there was something seriously fucked up in my head. The fact that he tossed me aside only made me want him more. It pissed me off. So, when the head of the department recommended me for Philip’s latest case study, I balked. It was an amazing opportunity to have my name on a published piece in a medical journal before I even graduated and even more, it was on a subject that was close to my heart. The psychology of kids in the foster care system. The only problem, I’d be working closely with Philip.
I recently switched my schedule around at the local diner where I bussed tables to the early morning shifts so I could hang out with Abby after my classes. Martha was allowing me to pick her up from school three days that week, and I took her to her first therapy session. Since partying and hanging out wasn’t my gig, there was enough time in the evening to get my course work completed. Juggling two jobs and school had never been an issue for me.
I took the following week to debate whether or not to work the case study. It was an opportunity that would be fantastic on my resume, and even better, help me get to know some of the other professors and maybe secure a scholarship for grad school. Realizing I needed to be the grown up I declared to everyone I was, I took the job, intent on being equally professional.
“Ryan can I speak to you for a moment?” Philip asked after dismissing the rest of the class.
“Sure.” Sissy looked like she wanted to wait for me but I waved her off. The conversation could be difficult enough and I didn’t need Sissy hovering around waiting to find out the details.
“You agreed to work on the case study?” He looked up at me from his desk. “Why?”
“It’s an amazing opportunity and a cause that is close to my heart.” My shoulders almost lifted up into a shrug before I stopped myself. I would be professional if it killed me. He didn’t look convinced at my reasoning. “Look, the last thing I want right now is to work closely with you, but all feelings aside, Professor Marks, I weighed the pros and cons. The pros being I’ll get an opportunity to be part of a project that you know I’m interested in, as well as it will look good on my resume. The only con I could think of is the huge one sitting in front of me right now.”
He leaned back in his chair, pencil balanced between his hands. “Fair enough. If you think you can handle it along with all your other responsibilities, then I have no reason to object.”
I leaned down on the desk, placing my hands right over his various notes. “Can you handle it? That’s what this is really about, right? This isn’t about me at all, it’s whether or not you can handle working so close to me.” He looked away. That was exactly the problem. It was he who was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself around me. I smiled triumphantly. “Don’t worry, Professor Marks. I will be the perfect professional.” I turned on my heel to walk out of the lecture hall.
“Fine,” he called out. “We start this evening after your afternoon with Abby.” I stopped abruptly. He’d been keeping tabs on me? I spun around to face him.
“How exactly do you know I spend my afternoons with Abby?”
“I went to dinner with them last night, and it was all Abby could talk about. That little girl loves you.” His eyes shined with pride. What the hell was going on with us? It was all hot one second, cold the next, mixed in with awkward feelings I didn’t know what to do with.
“I love her too,” I admitted, giving a piece of my honest self, and not the petulant teen act I was becoming adept at around him. “She’s a great kid.”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Meet me back here at six, please. We will have to spend some time on the weekends interviewing foster kids who have had... incidents with their foster parents. If you can let me know what your weekend work schedule is like, we can work around it.”
The alarm on my phone went off. “I’ve gotta go. I don’t want to be late picking Abby up. I’ll text you my next week’s work schedule.”
“Go, I’ll see you back here at six. Chinese okay?”
“What?”
“For dinner? Chinese?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” I rushed from the room.
I had an interesting afternoon with Abby.
“Is it a girl?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You’re distracted, Ryan. It must be a girl.” This kid was too smart for her own good.
“It’s not a girl. It’s... complicated.”
“Is it a boy?” She scrunched up her nose a little.
“What do you know about stuff like this? You’re nine, you’re not supposed to talk about grown up stuff.”
“I grew up the same way you did. Now, answer the question. I bet it’s Mr. Philip isn’t it?” She bounced in her seat excitedly. My jaw dropped. How the hell?
“What about Professor Marks?” I tried to shrug it off and not let her know that she hit the nail on the head.
“You guys look at each other funny when you think no one notices. When I mentioned that I see you most days, he started asking all kinds of questions about what we did and stuff. It’s obvious he likes you,” she said with the “duh” look on her face that at my ripe old age of almost twenty, I’d lost the ability to perform.
“It’s not that easy, princess. Someday you’ll understand.”
“But, if you like each other than what’s the problem?” From the mouth of a child, and I couldn’t think of a response.
“It’s just not that easy, okay.” I sighed, reluctant to talk about anything involving relationships with a nine-year-old.
“Adults are weird.”
“Yup, we totally are.”
I dropped Abby off at home before heading back to campus. The conversation Abby and I had on the way back to Martha’s ran through my head the entire time. The funny thing was Abby was barking up the wrong tree if she thought that I needed convincing wanting to be with Philip. I was totally down for it, and once wouldn’t be enough. Whatever rules I made for myself regarding sex and my need to satiate that itch, I’d break them for Philip, which scared the fucking hell out of me.
The psychology building was quiet and a soft knock on his office door was all it took before I heard a gruff noise on the other side. Assuming that was my greeting, I opened the door and was shocked at the sight before me. He was sitting behind his desk with his hand wrapped around his sizeable cock—definitely a thick nine inches. I licked my lips before closing the door quietly and locking it behind me. He was so caught up in whatever fantasy was going on in his head, he didn’t even hear me.
Making my way over to his chair, he was leaning all the way back, eyes closed, neck muscles straining, and there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do more than kneel—which is exactly what I did.
“Want some help with that?” My soft tone sounded pleading to my ears. His eyes snapped open, his hand faltered, as the tip of his cock slowly leaked. My own was so fucking hard it was physically painful. “This isn’t very professional, Philip. You forgot to lock the door,” I murmured. My tongue came out and licked off the pre-cum from the head of his gorgeous purple tip. His hand dropped away and his whole body shuddered. Jesus, I had no idea what I was doing. I hadn’t sucked someone’s cock in… well I didn’t really want to think about that. Deciding to put my thoughts to better use, as well as my mouth, I licked his dick from base to tip. His breathing grew shallow and ragged. I smiled before I swallowed him as far back to my throat as I could. His hands flew to my hair and tugged. Moaning around his dick, one hand was stroking him while my other was fumbling with the button on my jeans. I needed some relief. When my hand finally grabbed my aching erection, I pulled. His hands tightened in my hair as I fucked him with my mouth. Holy fuck that felt good.
“Now, Ryan. More. You’ll take what I give you.” I practically whimpered from the command in his voice. Every thought, every worry, everything, was gone from my mind. It was so damn freeing, I sucked harder and faster until I felt the hot jets of his cum stream down my throat. I drank it up. Still sucking him off even as he stopped coming.
His breathing finally slowed his eyes went wide in horror, seeing me between his knees, his cock now softening, with my hand down my pants. He pushed away, jumped from his chair going around the other side of the desk as far away from me as the office allowed. “Shit, fuck, shit. That never should have happened, damn it.”
“You should have locked the fucking door then.” I was angry, and still goddamn hard. The man was giving me whiplash. In the heat of the moment he wanted whatever was going on between us, but once he let his head get in the way, I was just a dumb kid that he shouldn’t be fucking around with. I stood up, shoving my painfully hard cock back in my pants, but I caught the desire in his eyes.
“You need to uh, deal with that?” he asked, still staring at my crotch. It would have been funny if I hadn’t been so pissed.
“Don’t worry, I have options. I’ll figure someone out.” I was taunting him and he knew it. I hadn’t fucked anyone since before my mom died. It was the longest I had gone without scratching that itch. But, much to my dismay, the idea of fucking anyone else just didn’t appeal to me at the moment.
“Sit down, Ryan,” Philip commanded.
“Why?”
“Just do it. Any kind of professionalism has left the fucking building at this point. Maybe if we just get it out of our systems, we can get to work.” The shock must have been clear on my face. He was the one who had said back at his place that there could be more. Where was the callous attitude about sex coming from? He must have reached the limit of this strained situation as I had, but his words bothered me. Even though casual sex was my ideal, being with Philip once wouldn’t be enough, especially after willingly putting myself on my knees for him. I licked my lips thinking about his huge cock. Philips eyes trained on my mouth probably thinking about the same thing. We were so screwed.
Philip took a step forward and grabbed a fistful of my shirt before placing a punishing kiss on my lips. His hand reached down into my still open jeans and pulled my dick out. His eyes strayed downward and the masculine groan made me smirk.
“You like what you see?” I couldn’t help taunting him. I needed to get back some control. He squeezed pumping it up and down with his fist. He licked his lips, released me, then pushed my pants down along with my boxers.
“I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, but that will wait. Right now, I have a favor to return.” His tongue slid up my neck to my earlobe and he sucked it into his mouth. There was no stopping the shudder through every part of my body. He jerked me off agonizingly slowly, keeping his mouth by my ears, all the while whispering. “I have been dying to get your fat cock in my mouth, did you know I have been fantasizing about this all semester? How big it’d be, how amazing it would feel in my hands, how I’m going to swallow you whole and drink you up.”
Ohbabyjesusdeargod. I’d never in my life prayed to hard.
“Then why’d you fight me?” Shocked I was able to form words, at the moment I pretty much considered myself a go for getting them past my lips.
“Shhh.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me and cupped my balls, squeezing them and rolling them between his fingers. I leaned against the desk unable to support myself on my legs anymore. The scratchiness of his five o’clock shadow scraped my thigh as he licked the junction of my inner thigh, up and over, then finally down and back up, from base to tip. My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned in pure male satisfaction. The only image in my mind was this man, who was the picture of male dominance, on his knees in front of me licking my cock like a fucking popsicle. While he may be on his knees, we both knew he had all the power. The freedom from thought was bliss, and he was giving that to me. Dominating not only my body, but my mind.
My back arched and hips instinctively pistoned forward. Philip slammed his hands down on my hips pushing my ass farther back up against his desk. “Don’t. I’m fucking you. It’s not the other way around.”
Holy shit that was hot. He had me trapped in every way. It was different from anything I had ever experienced before. I always took control when someone was sucking my dick. But this? I came as fast as a twelve-year-old with his first shower jackoff. Collapsing back on my elbows, I was completely out of breath, my eyes were closing. The only thing I could possibly think to do was focus on each breath so as not to pass out and make myself look even younger.
“Next time, that desk, your ass. It’s mine.” I believed him. I’d never been topped before, but I found myself fantasizing about what it would feel like to give even more control to him. The thought had my body and mind both relaxing. “Now, let’s get to work.”