Fuck, Warren can't think.
The words of the professor goes in through one ear and out the other while he pretends to be all immersed in on the lesson, eyes staring straight at the bored and at whatever the guy's yapping about.
In his mind, his thoughts are occupied by someone none other than the student sitting right beside him, images of all sorts of things he can do to them flashing through his thoughts and only making his dick harder and straining against his jeans.
If he could, he'd take them right here, right now, imagining you's gasps and moans with him pumping his cock deep inside from the back, from the side, from the front, on the desk, the wall, the nearest bathroom stall. Fuck, anything and everywhere, he just wanted to be inside you so bad.
God, if he could just make his fantasies into reality, it'd be his greatest dream come true.
Suddenly, Warren notices eyes on him and when he glances over, he finds her you watching him with slightly widened eyes and a faint blush on their cheeks.
Pretending to be all calm and nonchalant, Warren pulls a small smirk, rolling the lollipop he has in his mouth to one side of his cheek. "Something wrong?"