Today we have Jay Northcote and a hot for teacher fic that's sure to melt some brains for an entirely different reasons than
I stare at Dr Carter, trying to look as though I’m listening as he talks about the history of the welfare state, and damage wreaked by Thatcher’s government. But his words flow over me like warm water, stroking my senses but not sinking in.
He turns to write on the board and shows me his arse, strong and firm in those jeans he always wears that cling to him just right.
When he turns back, his lips move, and my gaze snags on them. Contrasted by the pepper and salt of his stubble, they’re so freaking pink. Plump and perfect, I imagine how they’d feel against mine--or how they’d feel wrapped around my cock. At that thought, my dick tingles, lengthening and shifting in my shorts.
Fuck! I should know better than to freeball in one of Carter’s lectures.
My chair screeches as I move closer to the desk to hide my boner. I’m seated at the back of the class and I’m grateful for that.
My cock is literally aching. I reach down, telling myself I’m only going to adjust it. But my hand lingers despite my good intentions and I squeeze, nearly making my eyes roll back in my head. The squeeze turns into a slide, the silky fabric of my basketball shorts slipping silently over the skin like a jerk-off aid. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my face impassive as I rake my gaze over Carter. His broad shoulders, the muscular forearms where his shirtsleeves are rolled up. His hands. Jesus Christ.
I move my hand faster, barely thinking about what I’m doing. My rational brain is offline and my body’s taken over with the need to come. Ridiculously close already, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to claw back some control.
“Ryan!” The commanding tone makes me freeze.
I open my eyes and Carter’s staring right at me, eyebrows raised.
I grip my dick hard to the point of pain as my impending orgasm slips away from me. “Yes… Sir?” My voice is mortifyingly husky. Some of my classmates snigger. Nobody ever calls him Sir. Where the hell did that come from?
“Are you okay? You look a little flushed.” He drops his gaze to where my traitorous arm disappears beneath the desk. There’s a dirty curve of amusement to his mouth that’s unmistakably knowing.
My dick jerks in my hand. “I’m fine.” I clear my throat. “Just a little hot.”
The dimple at the corner of his mouth deepens. “Yes…. It is warm in here today.” He holds my gaze and it feels like static crackles between us. But then he turns away and picks up his notes. “Now. Where were we?”
Disappointment floods me and I tell myself not to be so stupid. What was I expecting? I’m lucky he’s turning a blind eye. Fucking idiot that I am, jerking off in the back of class like a perv. I’m older than most of the undergrads here, so I should know better. I let go of my deflating erection and pick up my pen, trying to force my mind back onto what I’m here for.
But then he speaks again, casually. “Oh… Ryan? While I remember. I need to see you about something. Can you stay behind after the lecture today?” His eyes glint in a way that rekindles my libido like a jump-start to a flat battery.
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England. He comes from a family of writers, but always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed him by. He spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content.
One day, Jay decided to try and write a short story—just to see if he could—and found it rather addictive. He hasn’t stopped writing since.
Jay writes contemporary romance about men who fall in love with other men. He has five books published by Dreamspinner Press, and also self-publishes under the imprint Jaybird Press. Many of his books are now available as audiobooks.
Jay is transgender and was formerly known as she/her.
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Jay’s brand new release, A Family for Christmas, came out yesterday.
Zac never had a family of his own, but Rudy has enough to share.
Shy, inexperienced Rudy has a crush on Zac from the moment his new colleague walks through the door. On an office night out before Christmas, Rudy finds the courage to make a move, and they form a tentative bond. When he discovers Zac will be alone at Christmas, he invites Zac to come home with him.
Zac prefers to keep people at arm’s length. Yet when Rudy offers him a family Christmas it’s impossible to resist. With no parents of his own, Zac is pleasantly surprised to be welcomed by Rudy’s. The only drawback is that everyone assumes they’re a couple. Unwilling to disappoint Rudy’s mum and make Christmas awkward, they decide not to deny it.
It’s not a chore for Zac to pose as Rudy’s boyfriend, but the pretence makes him want things that scare him—things like a real relationship with Rudy. Zac’s suffered enough rejection in his life already and is afraid to risk his heart. If he can get over his past rejection and let Rudy inside his armour, he might get more for Christmas than he ever imagined.
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