Andrew Parish has waited four years to tell Dr. Levi McCrea how he feels about him. Four years of sparring in his classroom. Four years of challenging the brilliant older man. Now, on the eve of graduating from UC Berkeley, he can’t wait any longer.<br><br>When his most provocative student shows up on his doorstep, Levi isn’t sure what to think, especially when Andrew asks him out on a date. The fact that Levi doesn’t go out with students, however, doesn’t dissuade Andrew. He simply vows to come back the next day after he has his diploma in hand.<br><br>After all, Andrew has waited four long years. One more day won’t matter ...

Commencement

“Do it, Dr. McCrea.” He grabbed Levi’s hand and folded it over his own on Levi’s cock. Licking his swollen lips, he urged Levi to start pumping. “Shoot all over me.”


The desire to do just that was the most primal thing Levi had ever felt. He had fucked a lot of people over the years—men and women—but he had never wanted to mark anybody like he wanted to mark this brilliant, beautiful boy. He jerked his wrist faster, building the friction between Andrew’s palm and in his slick shaft. His cock pulsed in Andrew’s hand, and he erupted with a hoarse cry. His come splashed against Andrew’s face, string after string coating Andrew’s cheek, the corner of his mouth, his chin.


Andrew tilted his head back to watch Levi the entire time. His tongue darted to catch what gathered below his lower lip, and he groaned when it hit his taste buds.


Chapter 9