Page 63 of Teacher of the Year

“My brief two-week stint at seven as a Boy Scout taught me always be prepared. Wait, also, men in uniforms are hot.”

He tilts his head back, opens his mouth, and lets out a laugh. Watching his Adam’s apple ascend and descend his throat turns my insides to melting wax, and I take it as an invitation to kiss him there. Apparently, my mouth on Olan’s neck works magic because he trembles at the contact.

“Ready?” I mutter into his ear.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Your ass, so fucking hot.”

His hands cup my cheeks and playing with my ass appears to lull him to euphoria. This Olan, the one with no clothes on, the one who talks dirty, the one who becomes unleashed, I wonder if anyone else has ever seen this version of him. Was he like this with his ex-wife? Did she get to witness him truly letting go? There’s sadness in thinking Olan waited his entire life to feel this, but a selfish part of me delights in the possibility I’m the first to witness him this way. I have so many questions for him, but not now. Now it’s us, here, together, close.

Kneeling before him, I open the condom and gently roll it down over his shaft. He shivers a little under my touch, and I bend over to kiss his inner thigh, making him tremble. I take the small bottle of lube and rub some of the slickness between my palms, warming it up so as not to shock him with the cold. But even so, when I finally wrap my hands around his cock, his chest and shoulders rise with the new sensation. I lean forward, inches from his face and carefully say, “Breathe.”

Once a generous amount of lube coats my hole, I stand and straddle him. My feet planted on the hardwood floor, I brace myself, hands on his chest, and carefully ease myself down. Olan wraps his hands around my neck, pulling my face toward him.

“Easy, we’re gonna take this slow,” I whisper.

He nods. His eyes wide open, so eager and curious about what awaits. I reach around to guide his cock. Gingerly, I sit, only taking the head at first. An explosion of pain and pleasure erupts as stars overtake my field of vision. Deep breaths and I stand.

“Give me a second,” I say.

“Take all the time in the world. I’m not going anywhere.”

I chuckle and Olan pulls me down for a kiss, his mouth warm and wet. Our tongues mingle and I lower myself again, pausing at the same point where I previously stopped. Once I’ve completely welcomed him inside, I pause again, allowing my body to remember how to do this. Breathe, relax, and wait. Having my feet resting on the floor allows me to take Olan in at my own pace. Like tying shoes, something as a kindergarten teacher I’m highly skilled at, muscle memory takes over. Warm, sweet pleasure flows from every nerve in my body as Olan slowly begins to thrust to match my motion. The pleasure makes me mindless, and I reach down to feel his cock sliding in and out of me. He growls at my touch, and I move my hand down to cup his balls and massage them gently.

“Oh, oh damn,” he moans.

“Fuck. Your dick feels so good.”

Having Olan inside me, my brain goes round and round. Levitating from the pleasure, my heart pounding, I don’t want to come down from this high. My head falls forward, my hair following suit. Olan leans in to roll his head back and forth in my curtain of curls, our two frizzy heads of hair meshing together. With so much happening, sensation, and focus, Olan’s eyes roll back a little, and I press my lips to his forehead.

“Kissing. Please,” he pleads, and I weave down to his lips.

I never thought the kissing, our lips and tongues moving from teeth to cheeks to ears to necks and back again the entire time was something anyone did, certainly not me, and it heightens every nerve and sensation. Moving my body a little faster, Olan responds, thrusting his hips eagerly. My own cock, hard and wet with precum, slaps against my stomach as he moves his hands to my waist, guiding my motion to match his thrusts. As we continue, it’s clear Olan’s cock actually becomes harder, and the sensation of him inside me blows me open. My heart pounds, this man literally rocking my world, and I cradle his face in my hands while my tongue plays in that tiny gap between his teeth.

Olan takes my hands and returns them to their home on his chest, and I know we’re hitting a new level. He’s using his body to ask for what he wants. I lick both my thumbs and start massaging his nipples, and he starts to move faster.

“God, you’re starving for it,” he says.

“Only for you.”

Olan unravels me and I want to remember this feeling, being connected, literally as close as we can be. His hand comes up to my head and he grabs my hair, a little tighter than last time, and damn why does that turn me on? I lean forward and place my mouth on his chin, sucking gently as he begins to buck faster.

“You feel so fucking fantastic,” I spill into his mouth.

“You’re blowing my mind.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and crash my mouth on his. There’s sweat on the brow of his lip, creating a sweet saltiness to our kiss I devour. I’ve come unhinged. My entire body shifts, and I want him closer, deeper. Carefully lifting my legs off the floor, I rest them on the soft chair on either side of him. In this new position, he’s able to pound me even deeper.

“Right there. All of you. Fuck me. Harder.”

With a tinge of surprise in his eyes, Olan draws me to him. There’s such emotion on his face, I’m kvelling and why do I keep wanting to bite him? I swear I’m not a vampire. He reaches around and places his fingers at the exact spot where he’s entering me, delighting in the literal location of our connection. His eyes flash electric and he rocks with more intensity, and damn, the pleasure makes my eyes roll back for a moment. His breath quickens, and I move my lips to his, our tongues another way to nestle inside each other.

“I’m close.” He fumbles into my mouth.

“Come for me. Fuck me. Harder. Please.”

My hips hurry, trying to make this as pleasurable as possible for him. I bite his lower lip, slightly harder this time, and return my hands to his chest, flicking and pinching his nipples. Olan makes a sound that starts soft and low but builds and finally comes out as “Fuuuuuuck.”

I can feel his orgasm inside me, pulsing, throbbing, his face contorted in ecstasy, gasping for oxygen. Slowly, his breathing quiets, and we come to a momentary pause.

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