Page 48 of Teacher of the Year

“Well, take it from me. It’s beautiful. Gorgeous. And delicious, by the way.”

I resume sucking, slurping, and making a sloppy mess of it all. I’m not exactly sure what’s happened or who I am right now, but something about Olan causes me to let go. Unhinge. Go wild. A huge urgency drives me on, reveling in bringing him to the edge. He begins to breathe faster, thighs shaking, hands gripping my hair hard and tight.

“I’m close,” he says, perhaps as a warning, and I switch back to using my hand, his shaft all slick from both my mouth and his own precum, tangy and sharp.

“Fuck, yes, come for me,” I say.

Olan lets out a sudden sound, a deep moan from his throat, full of air and grit, and the sudden punch in his breath as he comes delights me beyond measure. I do my best to catch it all with my hands, but a few drops land on my cheek, tickling my skin as it drips down, eliciting a giggle.

“You’re fucking adorable. And amazing,” he says, joining me with a laugh.

He sits down, his breathing beginning to slow, my head now resting on his thigh, and because I’m slightly mischievous, I grab his dick and pop it in my mouth to make sure I’ve squeezed every ounce out of him. He shutters and begins to shimmy away, so I relent.

“You’re a mess,” he says, nodding toward my hands and face.

“I’m fucking perfect.”

“Yes, you most certainly are.”

Returning from the bathroom, where I’ve cleaned myself up, I drop down next to Olan, who reaches out for the washcloth in my hand. Holding the fabric hostage behind my back, I tease him. “Not yet.”

Leaning forward, I start at his forehead with a soft kiss, repeat it on his nose, lips, and chin and move my lips on the soft spot just below his neck, tasting his saltiness.

“Let me,” I say and take the powder-blue rag and clean him up judiciously, paying careful attention to make sure he’s spotless.

“That was unexpected.”

“You’re telling me,” I say with a sigh.

“What about you?” He reaches up and playfully tugs at the waistband of my pants.

“Just tasting you was enough. Truly. Plus, it’s late, and I’m exhausted,” I say, letting out a big sigh. Between teaching all week and savoring Olan’s cock, I’m spent.

Olan remains reclined, naked, in front of me, and with the frenzy over, I drink in his gloriousness. He’s got one of those bodies I understand exist from magazines and movies. But sitting here with him, I’m not sure how I’m allowed to worship. This is the physique of an athlete, not an engineer, so I’m slightly confused.

“The abs, you get those from all the engineering?”

Embarrassed, Olan covers his face with his hands and reaches for the blanket tossed aside in the commotion.

“What? I mean, all the aerospace stuff really works your abs, right?” I poke his stomach through the blanket to punctuate my point.

“The gym in the basement provides me with an outlet. For stress.”

“Hmm. Maybe I should channel my stress into something other than ice cream?”

“Marvin, you’re adorable.”

“People don’t generally want to fuck adorable. Wait, do you have an adorable fetish?”

“You’re trouble,” he replies and leans over for a kiss. “I exercise to channel my frustrations. I need an outlet, a safe one, and cardio and weight training help.”

“Please, don’t ever ask me to run with you.”

This makes Olan explode with laughter, and having this effect on him warms the cockles of my heart.

“Deal,” he says, pulling his pants up. “Now, as to the business of sleeping…”

“I should go home. I’d be mortified if Illona woke up and was uncomfortable with her teacher here.”

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