Page 75 of Teacher of the Year

He puffs out a breath from his nose. He’s either embarrassed or tickled. I came here for help, but also because I wanted that help from him. If we’re going to move forward, we both need to start communicating more openly.

“I can’t read your mind. I want to know what you’re thinking. It’s okay to tell me what you want. It’s just the two of us. You and me.”

He raises his head and moves a little closer, kissing my cheek, and moving his lips to my jaw, and finally landing on my ear. His breath, deep and searing, whispers, “I want you. Inside me.”

Now the absolute wrong thing to do in this moment would be to giggle, smirk, or act silly in any way. So, naturally, what do I do? Let out a loud, raucous laugh that startles poor Olan so much that he jerks away and stares at me in disbelief.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I say through more laughter, “I was not expecting that from you.”

He buries his face in my chest and starts to make small noises indicating he’s cracking up too.

“Listen, nothing would make me happier than to, well, do that, but are you, um, ready? For that? You can’t just barrel into it.”

Olan keeps his head low. I can’t see his face, and he begins talking, but with his lips smashed up against my skin, it’s hard to make out what he’s saying. I gently reach under his chin to lift his handsome face, and by all that is holy, he’s burning up from blushing.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot when you ask for what you want.”

“I’m ready. I’ve been… practicing,” he says and immediately sinks his face back into me.

“Oh, have you, Mr. Stone? Well, you are full of surprises today.”

“I want it. You.”

He palms my unrelenting cock and begins teasing the head. My body shudders at his exquisite touch.

“Let’s do this slowly.”

Olan pulls out a condom and a small bottle of lube from his bedside table, and I spy what I’m fairly certain is a sex toy. How long have those been in there? He hands the condom to me and deadpans, “Maybe we can get tested so we won’t need condoms. I’d love to be able to just explode inside each other.”

And with that, I fumble the wrapper, sending it tumbling to the floor.

“Um, sure, okay, yeah, that sounds amazing. Now, c’mere. I’m going to get you ready first,” I say, ignoring the misplaced condom for now.

I lay him on his back and kiss his chin. Applying some lube to my fingers, and, trying my best to be gentle, I begin softly massaging the tender skin around his hole. He lets out a soft whimper as I circle the opening, teasing him.

“So sweet,” I say into his neck, carefully pushing a finger in.

“Marv, fuck, fuck.”

Hearing his nickname for me, my heart blooms with endearment. I kiss and nibble his neck and ear, attempting to soothe him. He nods, and I add another finger, causing him to writhe in pleasure, eliciting soft moans. The sounds coming out of his mouth and feeling the hot, desperate way he opens up for me makes my dick throb in anticipation. With three fingers, I reach his prostate, and he begins to whimper softly. As much as I want to fuck him, having Olan at my mercy this way delights me beyond measure. He’s panting now, occasionally my name ekes out until finally, he says, “Now. Fuck me now. Please, please.”

“Okay.”

Reaching to retrieve the condom, I’m so turned on and discombobulated, I lose my balance and tumble to the ground with a loud thud. And now Olan’s on the bed. Wanting to be fucked. Ready to be fucked. And I’m on the floor.

“I’m fine!” I shout.

“Um, what happened?” Olan’s face peeks over the edge of the bed and I have the sudden urge to crawl under it and never come out.

“I lost my balance. Again. Story of my life. One day my headstone will read ‘Marvin Block – Adorable Klutz’.”

Olan lets out a low rumbling laugh and I simper because, well, I’m ridiculous and he still wants me.

“But I got it,” I say, holding the condom up, like a rescued treasure.

“Good. Now, get up here and fuck me. Please.”

My eyebrows almost fly off my forehead.

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