That was one of the most attractive men you had ever met in your life. His beauty wasn't the only quality that made your professor handsome - not even his status, but rather the soft and husky voice that rumbled from his throat or how his honey-colored irises always found their way to your face, even when you were lost among others.

You met Tommy Andrew when you entered college and were surprised to see such a considerably young, attractive man in a department dominated by grumpy old professors who complained about the smallest things. The man with thin gold-rimmed glasses was the eye candy you needed to get through hours of studying.

His muscles showed shyly beneath his finely tailored suits, the neutral colors of gray and navy contrasting perfectly with the sideways smile Tommy always gave when he came to your desk to praise your work again. "Excellent writing again, good boy," the man with silky black hair would speak, then run his long, thin fingers gently over the top of your head before walking to another part of the room.

"Sorry, I won't disturb you in your studies," Tommy would declare as his citrus scent lingered in the air where he'd stood. The way he looked at you and the way you returned his gaze created a tension palpable in the classroom - both of you trying to ignore the surreal chemistry that crackled between you, but it was like trying to cover the sun with a sieve.

He always asked you to meet him after classes to go over articles that could help with your studies, and besides being his favorite student, you received longer flirtations and more touches than was normal. The older man would have stopped immediately if you'd asked or seemed uncomfortable with his advances, but with your silent consent, Andrew continued the game of seduction and flirting that left you both practically on fire.

Again these meetings were repeated, this time he'd waited until lunchtime to ask you to meet him in the college library - at that hour it was completely empty, allowing freedom to talk about more than just academics.

You saw his tall figure as soon as you entered, his tie that was previously so tight now loose and hanging, showing more of his muscular chest. He used his two large, veiny hands to loosen his belt and smiled as he looked up to see you standing in the doorway.

"You really came," he said softly, still fiddling with his belt. You couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants and feel the heat radiating from his body across the empty space.

"A good boy, that's what you are, isn't it?" Tommy continued in a low voice. "Come here... I need you to help me with something. I promise if you're a good lad I'll give you a reward. It will be our secret, yes?" He spoke in a more seductive and intimate tone, testing your limits as desire hung heavy in the air between you both.