I closed my eyes, my breath stuttering as he traced downwards. His touch was light, ghosting over my scars like a feather.
“Do they hurt?” His voice was so low it vibrated through me, sending shots of pleasure shivering up my spine.
“No, not anymore.”
Taking my arm by the wrist, he tilted it so he could repeat the movements over my bicep.
“How did they happen?”
I opened my eyes, and he was so close, his gaze searing into me, leaving more of a mark than the scars ever had. I could feel him everywhere, and I was worried about how my body was going to react.
“I should get dressed.”
“Your clothes are wet, and I asked you a question.”
“Sorry, Professor.”
His head tilted upwards to look at the ceiling and he sucked in a deep breath as if he was calming himself, but that wasn’t possible. This situation wouldn’t be affecting him the way it was me. That was wishful thinking.
When he lowered his head again, he coughed to clear his throat. “What happened?”
I shrugged. “My dad. It’s a long story, and I don’t want to bore you with it.”
“I don’t have anywhere to be. Do you?”
I looked at my watch, noticing I was about to be late. “Actually, I do.” I stepped back, letting Jasper’s arm fall away. “I’ve got some things in my bag I can change into.”
Jasper stared at me for a moment before an expression flashed across his face that looked a lot like hurt. I pointed to my desk, which was where my bag was. He followed my gaze before offering me a nod and heading back to his office.
Forgetting that I was standing in the office in my underwear, I called his name. “Professor?” He paused with his hand on the door handle and twisted his head to look back over his shoulder at me. “My dad didn’t like it when he found out I was gay. He shoved me and I fell through a glass table. It was awful. Worst time of my life, but it was a long time ago.”
His brows furrowed, and he gave me a look of pity. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
I nodded, not mentioning that it was only the start of it, but no one wanted to hear my sob story, so I didn’t ever share it.
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I slumped backagainst my closed office door and listened as Finn moved about, presumably getting dressed, before I heard the familiar sound of the door closing, leaving me all alone.
My skin tingled, the image of touching his scars seared into my brain. He was covered in the raised white marks, but they were beautiful, glistening in the light like buried jewels.
His skin was so pale and soft looking, despite how toned he appeared, and the image of him pressed against Travis’ body flashed in my mind. Trav’s skin was darker, tanned from the sun, his muscles more defined, giving light and shade to the divots of his abs.
I groaned at the thought of them together in front of me.
What about if I were in the middle of them? How would they look pressed against me?My cock hardened, and I forced my hand under the waistband of my trousers, squeezing my erection, trying to stave off the unfamiliar burning ache I’d only really experienced once. With Travis, before I ran away from him like a coward.
Unsure what was happening, I tugged at my belt and fly, needing more room, the urge to touch myself overwhelming. I pumped my cock in my fist like a man possessed, not realising how close I was until my back arched and cum exploded over my shirt and hand, my legs giving way, forcing me to sink to the floor, breathless and dizzy.
I sat, my cum drying on my skin like a reminder of how fucked up I was. Tears pricked my eyes as emotions flooded through me. I didn’t understand them, I couldn’t explain them, and now they seemed to be affecting my common sense.
Sniffing, I stood, needing to do the one thing I knew would make me feel better.
I needed to dive.
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