Page 56 of Teacher of the Year

I pull myself out of him and place my hand on his shoulder to keep him in place on the table so he can brace himself, the printer’s soft light illuminating his beautiful face. Moving behind him, I reach around to unbutton his pants and yank them down. Based on his reaction to my fingers, I want to give Olan a little surprise.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“Mr. Stone, I think you’re going to like this.”

Kneeling on the floor, I slowly make contact with my tongue, teasing him with just the tip. Olan jolts forward a bit and shudders.

“Holy fuck, Marvin,” he whimpers.

“You like that, Mr. Stone?”

Once again, he answers by forcing gently back. This time my tongue probes and licks and slides, and he starts thrusting back on my face, the hunger in my belly bubbling. Opening Olan’s eyes to new experiences dissolves some of my fears. I am starving for Olan, and he’s fucking delicious.

“Oh my lord,” he moans.

“You taste amazing. Jerk yourself.”

He begins stroking himself as I fuck him with my tongue. Quickening my pace, I bob back and forth with the motion of his hips. I reach down to stroke myself, trying to match his rhythm.

“Fucking perfect. Your ass,” I hiss.

“Oh god,” he whimpers.

My heart quickens, and I push into Olan harder with my tongue because I can tell he’s close, and all I can think is, what the fuck is my life right now?

“Marvin don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”

Olan’s entire body starts to contract, and because my face is buried in him, I sense him tensing up. His muscles quiver and pulse over and over as he explodes and lets out the lowest growl I’ve heard from him. He’s coming undone, and knowing I have a part to play in that makes my cock throb in anticipation.

I’m close but not quite there yet. Yearning to bury my tongue deep inside him, I let go of myself for a moment and spread his cheeks wide. My damn huge Jewish nose gets in the way, but I’m relentless and ravenous for him. Olan continues to push back, helping me delve into his entire ass with my mouth.

Moments later, my own climax approaches. My body shakes, my tongue buried inside him as he bucks against me. I unravel. Trying to prevent a total disaster of a mess and also because I crave for Olan to feel every drop, I swiftly stand and shoot all over his delectable ass, slightly pushing myself on the wetness left from my mouth. Shaking with aftershocks of pleasure, I fall over his back, kissing his neck from behind.

We stand there, hot, sweaty, panting, half-naked, and I’m at a loss for words. The heat of our bodies comforts me as I feel our heartbeats begin to regulate.

“What the hell was that?” he asks.

“It’s called rimming.”

“Um, I think I like rimming. No, make that love rimming. Yes, definitely love rimming.”

I laugh because he’s so ridiculously precious.

“Relaxed?” he asks.

“Completely. I think that officially ends your parent–teacher conference, Mr. Stone.”

We both chuckle. I grab a roll of paper towels from the shelf, and we begin the task of cleaning up.

Olan grabs my bowtie and attempts to straighten it. Swooning over his sweetness, I remember my pants around my ankles, and a nervous cough lurches from my throat. Pulling his pants up, Olan begins to speak.

“Listen, I know it might not be proper for me to ask this with your pants around your ankles, but Illona and I will be heading to Peaks Island over spring break. Cindy’s staying here with her boyfriend. Would you care to join us for a few days?”

“Are you looking for a babysitter?” I cock my head.

“Um, no. Definitely not. I will be there the entire time. I’m looking for you.” He pokes my chest.

“What about Illona?”

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