Page 28 of Praise You

“I need words, Oliver.” The hairs on my arms raise at his commands.

“Yes.”

Ronan smirks, grabbing the mask off his bed. “On or off?”

“Leave it off, please. I want to see you.”

“Okay,” he mouths silently, tossing the mask off to the side and out of view. “I want you to sit back and watch me. Don’t let your eyes leave me.”

“I have no problem with that.” And it’s true. Ronan has held my attention for a lot longer than I should admit. Since the first couple weeks of school, I’ve been drawn to him. Even when he was just a man behind the mask, I wanted him. Ronan or masked_menace, I want them both. I want to know both. The shy student and the confidently sexual man.

My eyes track Ronan as he strips down naked and lies on the bed.

“Can you see me?”

“Yes,” I gasp. My eyes greedily roam his body, hating that there’s a screen between us. I want to see his body in person, up close, where I can touch and smell and fuck, taste him. My gaze widens when Ronan licks his palm and circles it around his shaft. I track the movement of his fist going up and down, my own dick getting harder by the second.

“Fuck, that’s so damn sexy.”

“You’re doing so good for me, Oliver. Watching me and not even touching yourself yet.” I whimper loudly and Ronan’s hand briefly stops before he chuckles softly. “God, you fucking love that, don’t you? When I tell you how good you’re doing for me?”

I nod my head eagerly, not one ounce of shame running through my veins.

“Okay, I want you to push your briefs down slowly. Let me see that gorgeous cock, baby.” I do as he says, shucking off my briefs before sitting back down on the couch. “Stroke yourself. Imagine it’s me next to you, my hand on your cock, squeezing you tightly. Dammit, Oliver, I wish there wasn’t a screen between us.”

“Me…too…” I pant, my hand not slowing down.

“Jerk yourself faster. Use your other hand to play with your balls while I play with mine.”

Looking at the screen, I lock in on his hands, watching one stroking his dick while the other starts massaging his balls.

“I wish I was there with you. Whispering in your ear, watching you turn red from my praise. God, I bet those freckles of yours look beautiful when your skin is flushed from being turned on.”

His words combined with what I can see of him on the screen is making me hornier than I’ve ever been before. Sex with Alison wasn’t bad; it was fine, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t heart race inducing, sweat prickling, goosebumps scattering my body type of sex. And we aren’t even in person together. We’re just watching each other get off through a screen. And it’s already the hottest experience of my life.

“Squeeze that fist tighter baby, work your hand up and down. God, you’re doing so fucking good for me. Do you like being my good boy? Fuck. I’m getting close. I need you to come with me. Are you close?”

I bob my head, wordlessly answering both questions while my hand picks up speed. His pants fill my room through the speaker, urging me on. Damn, I can’t believe we’re doing this. That I’m doing this.

My cock is leaking massively, pre-cum making it easier for my hand to glide more smoothly. I don’t take my eyes off Ronan, watching his back arch off the bed. Cum spurts out of his dick and I whine, wishing I was there to see it in person. His body slumps into the mattress before he tilts his head and glances at me, licking his lips.

“Fuck Oliver, come for me. Right now.” His words must hit a magical button because as soon as he finishes his sentence, my balls draw up and I unleash all over my hand. “Fuck, that was sexy. You did so good for me.”

Picking up my pants from the floor, I use them to wipe off my hand, cleaning myself up. Through the screen I can see Ronan doing the same before he drags the camera closer to him and I get a close-up of his face.

“We’re doing that again.”

“I don’t think I could even fight it at this point. I tried. And I failed.” Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, lightly pulling on the strands. “But we need to be careful with this.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

Crossing out another question, I add up all the errors, then mark the score on the paper. Moving it to the side, I'm gleeful when I see it’s the last paper I had to read. Finally. Grading these damn papers is the bane of my existence. However, they were the only thing that has occupied my mind for the past few hours. I usually have Ty grade them, but I have a break between my second and third class, so I figured I would do them myself this time. My third class is Ronan’s—who I haven't seen or talked to since the other night when we got off together.

I've been anxious and worried about seeing him, so I've been trying to do everything I can to keep my mind busy.

The other night was beyond my wildest dreams. Even though it was through a computer screen, I have never had sex like that before. It makes me want more, and that's the dilemma my mind is currently stuck on.

How is this supposed to work? Ronan is my student and I'm his professor. Sure, there are only a couple weeks left of the semester. But what happens when class ends? Do we try to see what we have? And what do we even have? Anything sexual has been done behind a screen, and everything that’s happened in person has been while he's my student.

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