Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,19

until he came in hot buckets—Oh crap!

“Excuse me. I have to go to the men’s room!”

He sprang out of his chair and headed for the small bathroom down the hall near the front door. He could practically feel Blaine’s eyes burning into his back. The damned human knew exactly what he’d done to Killian. Gods! I’m going to come. Heat. Pressure. He couldn’t grab his cock to stop it. All these eyes, staring at him. Two professors looked up from the corner, and a family of witches frowned as he hurried by. Control, witch! Control.

When had the bathroom ever been this far? Killian finally got to the door and pulled. Locked. Noooo! His nuts throbbed. Gods, he had to think of something else, but his skin burned. He knew the professor was still petting Aloysius, and every hot touch translated to him tenfold. He jiggled the handle. Shit, he’d try the parking lot—

The door opened, and a short human male came out, wiping his hands on his jeans. The man looked surprised as Killian rushed past him into the security of the little tile room. Click. Door locked. He ripped his pants and briefs down and had two palms of lube spelled into his hands faster than his next breath—and he was breathing hard. He positioned himself in front of the toilet. The first touch….

“Ahhhh.” Sweet. Stroke, stroke. Yes, he could see it. Blaine’s hot hands on his cock. Stroke, stroke. The human knelt in front of him. His hot mouth surrounded Killian’s dick, then swallowed it to the stones. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Cum boiled in Killian’s balls. The man begged. Give it to me, Killian. Shove that cock in me. Shoot it down my throat, baby. Gods, yes! A scream of heat centered in his balls, then shot out like a brush fire through every nerve. Cum hit the wall. He tried to aim for the toilet, but it couldn’t be contained. Spurt. Relief. Spurt. Ecstasy. Spurt. Joy.

Finally it stopped. The wall dripped cum, and his cock slowly softened. For a second he leaned against the sidewall, breathing hard. What was he doing? He’d lost his mind. There were two humans, still sitting at his table, who had witnessed him going crazy. He flicked his fingers, and the wall was cleaner than when he came in. He used the sink for his hands, because the water felt more soothing than magic. Pulled up, buttoned up. Time to face the music.

He took a deep breath. Okay, under control, right? He walked back out into the coffee shop. The witch family looked up, and he made a grimace like sometimes you just have to go. The male grinned back. Good. He walked toward the table. Blaine looked up. Oh gods. His cock, the one he had just emptied in an orgasm that should have satisfied him for a year, gave a definite leap. Madness.

Jimmy looked up and grinned. “Everything come out okay?” Humans and their bathroom jokes.

“Yes, fine, thank you. Sorry to take so long.” Killian tried to focus his eyes on his student. Blaine was still petting Aloysius, and the caresses still vibrated through Killian. Control. Why didn’t he have any? “So, I think we covered enough of what you needed to discuss, right, Jimmy?”

A little pink lit up the cheeks. “Uh, yes, sir.”

Blaine looked at Jimmy. “You have a class with Professor Barth?”

Killian jumped in before the kid died of embarrassment right before his eyes. “Yes, Jimmy is considering my History of Political and Philosophical Thought class for next semester. He wanted to know what we covered.” Killian grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen from his pocket. “Here’s my number if you have any, uh, further questions, okay?”

The big brown eyes sent gratitude. “Thanks, Professor.”

Blaine looked at Jimmy, maybe noticing the blush, then over at Killian. “You sure teach some interesting classes. Like that witchcraft thing. That sure is popular.”

Despite his attraction to the man, the witchy part of Killian’s brain silently growled. Watch yourself, human. “Yes, it’s one of the most popular classes in the course list.”

Perhaps Blaine sensed he was approaching a black hole, because he backed down. “I’m sure it’s because you’re such a great teacher.”

Jimmy smiled. “Oh yeah, Dr. Barth is the students’ favorite every year. How many times have you won that favorite-teacher trophy?”

Killian smiled tightly. “A couple. I’ve only been at the university a few years.” He thought winning it wasn’t fair because he was, after all,