Page 33 of Praise You

"Damn, Ronan. Your dirty talk is fucking amazing," he pants, his hand still working the dildo effortlessly. My gaze moves to his other hand as it finds its way to his cock. "I don't think I'm going to last much longer."

"Me either." Honestly, I'm surprised I've lasted this long. We aren't even together in person and this is hands down the hottest experience of my life. Watching Oliver take his pleasure, knowing this is something new for him.

The muscles in his back tighten before there's a loud moan followed by panting. Knowing he just came all over his couch causes my balls to tighten. I stroke my dick faster, tossing my head back as I spurt everywhere, cum covering my stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, my body collapsing onto the bed, happy and sated. I give myself a few seconds to calm down before looking over at Oliver. From the screen I can see his skin is flushed, a soft smile looking back at me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. More than fine, actually." He leans forward, grabbing a piece of his clothing off the floor. I watch as he wipes up his couch before turning around and sitting down on the couch. "That was amazing. But I'm not sure what happens now."

"Me either." I'm not a relationship person. I haven't been in a while, but there's something different about Oliver. While I don't know if I want an actual relationship with him, I do know I'm too weak to stay away. There's always been something so sweet and innocent about him, and I truly want to learn more. And I know I want to say it's all sexual, but even I know that’s not true. Which fucks with my head. I told myself I wouldn't let anyone get close again, but am I strong enough not to let it happen? I don't know. "I don't want this to end," I tell him, my heart stopping, a lump in my throat at what he's going to say back to me.

"Same here. We have to be careful though, Ronan." He gazes down at himself before laughing out. "Oh fuck, I'm completely naked in front of my student. This is not how I imagined my life going," he says before going quiet.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Occasionally, we'll glance at each other, but we mostly sit.

"Okay, we have to make sure that we stay away from each other. At least until finals are over. Then after that..." His voice trails off and I know he's not going to say we stop doing what we're doing, but it still makes me nervous. "After that, we see what this is. 'Cause you're right. I don't want this to end. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, Freckles. I can do that."

Chapter Thirteen

Oliver

It's been two weeks since the night I finally caved and admitted I wanted Ronan. Okay, so maybe not that I wanted him. I know I've been attracted to him. But it's been two weeks since I finally gave in. Since the night we got off together on the computer, we've been texting nonstop. We text all throughout the day whenever neither of us is in class. At night we talk on the phone, most nights ending up in us getting off again.

I thought I would care more about him being my student, but I'm not. After my initial freak out, I don't think about it. This is the last day that he's officially my student and we'll finally be able to see each other in person. Or see what this is.

Closing my eyes, I think about what's happened the past couple weeks. Everything with Ronan is allowing me to find out about who I am as a person. He's giving me the confidence to figure out who I am and what I like. Before him, when I tried to use toys, I would freak out or get too nervous. Now, I have no shame using my toy. Especially in front of him. Even if it's through a screen.

And fuck, I love his praise. When he tells me how good I'm doing, it makes me want to do better and to be as good as I can. I never knew my body could respond so strongly to being told how good I am.

Looking up, I lock eyes with Ronan, who offers me a small smile. I grin back then glance around the room, making sure no one is watching me. Ronan shakes his head then winks before diving back into his final. My body is thrumming with excitement. Once he finishes this test, he'll no longer be my student and I can finally touch him.

I leave tomorrow to go back to Chicago for Christmas, so tonight is the first time we're going to get together. We've been talking about this for the past week, our conversations always going back to what's going to happen tonight. We've talked about being able to have conversations where we get to know each other better. And while we haven't said anything sexual will happen, I'm hoping it does.

I'm in a constant state of hardness. I've always thought I knew what it was like to be sexual, but I was wrong. Ronan has awakened something in me I know won't go away. Just seeing him arouses me. Which is usually in the classroom, the wrong place to be hard as stone.

Squirming in my seat, I try to ease some of the tension that's building behind my slacks. Being stiff in a room filled with students is not my definition of a good time.

Students start to file out once they finish their tests and once again, I'm grateful that their finals are being submitted and graded online. One less thing for me to worry about, especially when my mind is always focused on Ronan.

And fuck, does he look good today. He's wearing black jeans, with a tight black tee, meaning his small, muscular arms are on display. His hair is done perfectly and, of course, he's wearing his black combat boots. My eyes take him in as he walks up to the lectern.

My heart beats wildly at the thought of someone seeing me ogle him, but when I glance around the room, I notice we're alone.

"You okay?" he asks, as he sidles up beside me. His hand reaches out, but he swiftly snatches it back. "Sorry, you look worried."

Tossing my head back, I laugh hard, knowing my thoughts were nowhere near what he was thinking. "I was worried. But I don't think I was fretting about what you thought I was worrying about." He tilts his head at me, his lips lightly parting. "I was anxious that someone was going to see me checking you out. I can barely keep my eyes off you, and I'm nervous that someone is going to notice."

"Wow. Nope, that's not what I thought you were worried about."

"What did you think I was worried about then?" I ask, wanting to know where his head is and what he's thinking.

"I thought you were going to say something about ending whatever this is before it's even started."

I'm shaking my head before he even finishes his sentence. "No, I'm not doing that. I want to do this. With you."

I look around the room again, making sure everyone is gone. Once I'm sure there's no one else with us, I step closer to Ronan, but then hesitate. Fuck, I'm nervous again. I'm confident in every part of my life except this. Ronan must sense my hesitation because he closes the distance between us, wrapping his arm around my waist. He drags my body against his so we're flush together before he leans forward and claims my mouth with his.

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