Chapter 1: Introduction
Pedro's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped off the elevator, steeling himself for what lay ahead. A sleek, modern space was nestled in the heart of New York University, and he had been summoned there. That office belonged to none other than Pietro Boselli, the enigmatic mathematics professor who had cast a spell on countless young women—and men—at the university.
Pedro's mind drifted back to those moments spent daydreaming during class.
He could still see Pietro's rippling muscles flexing beneath his shirt, the way his stubble framed his jawline, and the way his dark eyes bore into Pedro's soul. Pedro never thought those fantasies would ever come to fruition. He was an eager student with a passion for mathematics, but he never fathomed he would be called to Pietro's office for something other than academics.
As he walked down the sleek corridor, he adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.
The door to Pietro's office lay open, and he hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to walk inside.
Pietro was sitting at his desk, browsing through some documents. He looked up as Pedro entered, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Ah, Pedro," he said, gesturing to the empty chair in front of him. "Please, take a seat."
Pedro did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't help but notice how handsome Pietro looked, even more so in person.
His short black hair, dark eyes, and muscular build commanded attention, and Pedro couldn't help but feel intimidated yet incredibly drawn to him.
"So," Pietro began, his voice low and husky. "I've been meaning to speak with you about something other than mathematics."
Pedro's heart skipped a beat. "O-other than mathematics?" he stammered.
"Yes," Pietro replied, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I've noticed something in you, Pedro.
Something that intrigues me," Pietro continued, leaning forward in his seat, trapping Pedro with his gaze. Despite himself, Pedro felt his body temperature rise, his pulse quicken, and his cheeks flush. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and fear.
"I... I'm not sure what you mean," Pedro said weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't play dumb, Pedro. I know what I saw in the hallway the other day.
I know how you looked at me,” Pietro said, his voice low and seductive.
Pedro’s heart raced as he felt his cheeks grow warm. He couldn’t deny it; he had been looking.
“Yes, I looked,” Pedro admitted, his voice shaking. “But I didn’t mean to—”
“But you did,” Pietro interrupted, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile. “And I can’t stop thinking about it.
I want you, Pedro,” Pietro whispered, his voice low and commanding. Pedro felt his heart race, and he could feel his body reacting to Pietro's words. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then he felt a surge of desire that overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes and leaned into Pietro, letting out a soft moan.
Pietro's hands reached out and gripped Pedro's hips, pulling him closer. Pedro could feel the heat radiating from Pietro's body, and he could feel the hardness of Pietro's erection against his own. Pedro's inhibitions dissolved, and he let himself be consumed by the passion that surged between them.
Pietro stood up, pulling Pedro to his feet, and Pedro found himself backed against the desk, his hands pressed against the cold surface.
Pietro's fingers deftly worked at Pedro's belt, undoing it and then pulling down his pants in one swift motion. Pedro's heart raced as he felt the cool air on his exposed skin, and he couldn't help but gasp at the suddenness of it all.
Pietro's eyes burned with desire as he looked at Pedro, his gaze roaming over his exposed body.
"You're beautiful," Pietro murmured, his voice husky with desire. Pedro felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard those words, and he couldn't help but feel his body respond to Pietro's touch.
Pietro leaned forward, his lips brushing against Pedro's ear. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his breath hot against Pedro's skin. Pedro moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation.
Pietro's fingers brushed against his skin, causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh. Pietro's lips found Pedro's, and they kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Pietro's hands moved down Pedro's body, tracing the lines of his muscles and making him shiver with delight.
With a swift motion, Pietro removed Pedro's shirt, leaving him standing in just his pants. Pedro felt exposed, vulnerable, but in the best possible way. Pietro's gaze roamed over Pedro's bare chest, his eyes dark with desire. Pedro could feel himself growing harder by the second, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
Pietro knelt down before Pedro, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Pedro's pants. He tugged them down, and Pedro stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
Pietro's eyes never left Pedro's, his gaze fixed on the curve of his buttocks. Pedro felt a surge of heat between his legs as he watched Pietro's face, knowing what was about to happen.
"Please," Pedro whispered, his voice shaky.
Pietro nodded, reaching for a tube of lubricant on the desk. Pedro closed his eyes, leaning against the cool surface, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He could hear Pietro's breath hitch as he opened the tube, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.
The cold lubricant hit his skin, and Pedro felt Pietro's fingers trace a line down his spine, teasing him before moving lower. Pietro's fingers found Pedro's entrance, and he moaned softly as they circled it, preparing him for what was to come.
Pietro's lips trailed down Pedro's spine, planting soft kisses as he went. And then, without warning, he reached Pedro's asshole and planted a firm kiss on it. Pedro gasped, his body tensing up at the sensation. It was unexpected, but not unpleasant.
Pietro's tongue snaked out, teasing Pedro's entrance, and Pedro felt his legs tremble. He had never felt anything like this before, and he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. But Pietro's touch was gentle, and his lips were soft, and Pedro couldn't help but feel himself relax.
Pietro's tongue pressed against Pedro's entrance, and Pedro felt himself open up to him. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. Pietro's tongue explored him, teasing him, making him gasp and moan with pleasure.
Pedro's legs trembled, and he leaned back against the desk, trying to take in every sensation. He felt Pietro's tongue delve deeper, and Pedro's body arched, pressing back against him.
Suddenly, Pietro stopped, and Pedro whimpered at the loss of his tongue. But then, Pietro's fingers replaced his tongue, and Pedro felt himself being breached, feeling the burn as Pietro slowly worked his fingers in and out. Pedro moaned, his body trembling with pleasure, as Pietro's fingers filled him, stretching him.
Finally, Pietro removed his fingers, and Pedro felt the emptiness within him, aching for more. Pietro's lips found Pedro's again, their tongues twisting together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.
Pedro's hands found their way to Pietro's head, his fingers tangling in the dark hair as he moaned into the other man's mouth.
Pedro could feel Pietro's breath hot against his neck, and he shivered as Pietro trailed kisses down his throat. He could feel Pietro's teeth graze his skin, leaving a faint mark, but he didn't care. He wanted Pietro, and he wanted him now.
Pietro's fingers continued to work their magic on Pedro's entrance, making him moan and squirm with pleasure. Pedro could feel himself getting closer, his body tensing up, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed release, and he knew that Pietro was going to give it to him.
And then, suddenly, Pietro stopped.
He pulled away, his face a mask of frustration. Pedro's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Pietro with confusion.
"What's wrong?" Pedro asked, his voice husky with need.
"It's everything for today," Pietro replied, his voice heavy with disappointment.
Pedro's heart sank. "But what about..." he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"No, Pedro. Today is all we have," Pietro said, his voice harsh. "I can't give you more than that."
Pedro felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He had never felt so close to someone before, and he wanted more than just this one day. But Pietro was adamant. He wouldn't budge.
And so, with a heavy heart and a frustrated groan, Pedro pushed himself away from Pietro's desk, gathering his scattered clothes. The moment was over, and he had to leave the room before he lost his nerve entirely.
"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Professor," he muttered, not looking back as he quickly dressed himself.
Pietro remained silent, leaving Pedro to his thoughts as he slipped out of the room and into the hallway. He leaned against the cold wall, trying to catch his breath and steady his trembling hands.
What had just happened? Had he really just had a sexual encounter with his professor? It all felt like a dream, a hazy and surreal experience that he couldn't quite comprehend.
But the evidence was right in front of him. His clothes were still disheveled, and his body still thrummed with desire.