Page 64 of Teacher of the Year

“You okay?” I ask.

“You wrecked me. But, I’m perfect. What about you?”

“Amazing. That was, you are, amazing,” I pant.

“No, I meant, what about…” Olan gently grabs my unyielding erection.

“Oh, well, let’s see.” I stand slowly and move to the bed.

“If you give me some time, I could be ready to go again,” he offers from the chair.

“Not necessary. Come.” I summon him with a hand.

Lying on my back, I take his hand and pull him down next to me.

“If you just cuddle next to me, maybe kiss me a little, I can get myself off.”

“Okay,” and he begins kissing my neck. He moves his lips up to my ear and a jolt vibrates through me. My dick throbs, becoming even harder in my palm.

“How about this,” he murmurs in my ear, his steamy breath tickling the inside.

Olan reaches down and gently begins to finger me, slowly at first, until he realizes I’m more than open and willing. I shift my hips and then legs up, allowing him easier access. As his finger moves inside me, I stammer, “Another, please.”

“Now, who’s the gentleman?”

With my invitation, Olan adds a second, and now between his mouth and hand, frissons of pleasure overtake me. I begin to tremble as the crawling build of my climax approaches.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop,” I cry.

Olan moves his mouth to my chest and begins to kiss and nibble, sending my eyes rolling back in complete euphoria. I allow myself the release, shooting all over my stomach and chest, a few rogue drops landing on his shoulder. He props himself up, covered in sweat, skin glistening, and I want to lick him up and down.

“Come here,” I say, too breathless to move.

“I want to look at you like this,” he says.

“Like what?”

“So fucking perfect.”

Embarrassed, I cover my eyes with my left arm. Olan returns to my side, resting his head in the crook of my neck. I turn and bury my face in his hair, the smell of sweat and coconut mixing on his brow. Feeling euphoric and slightly hungry, I place my lips on his hair and mouth at it a little.

“That was… incredible. You are incredible,” he says.

“Now you’ve wrecked me.”

I gnaw at his hair like cotton candy.

“Marvin, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to eat your hair,” I mumble.

“You are absurd. Fucking absurd.”

I shower and return to Olan lying on the bed, eyes closed, covers folded over, waiting for me. I slide in with my back to him, trying not to disturb him, but as soon as my body touches the sheets, his arms fly up and move to pull me close, tangling with mine. I can’t tell where his arms begin and mine end, and the smell of his sweat, slightly sweet, and the clean linens intoxicates me.

He pushes his head forward, his lips brushing my ear, and whispers, “Good night, Marvin.”

I crane my neck and turn just enough to kiss him – soft, slow, sweet – and reply, “Thank you for inviting me.”

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