Page 76 of Teacher of the Year

“Yes, sir.”

Back on the bed, my hands remain slick and wet, and getting the damn thing open becomes a frustrating task.

“Let me,” he says, taking it from me.

Ripping it open with his teeth in a manner that somehow makes him even sexier, Olan rolls the condom on me. Eager and ready, I lift his legs up, rest them on my shoulders, and slowly rub the tip of my cock on his slippery hole. Knowing I’m Olan’s first, I yearn to make it magnificent. His trusting me with this confirms my decision to come here in the first place. He’s not going anywhere. I apply the smallest amount of pressure, ensuring I’m in the right spot.

“Take some deep breaths. Relax. It’s just me. You and me,” I say, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

Olan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Sensing his nervousness, I softly brush my lips on his.

“Let’s take it slow,” I say with another kiss.

It takes patience and tenderness. I push gently inside him and nuzzle his neck, attempting to help him relax. Once I’m mostly in, I pause and ask, “Okay?”

“Yeah, give me a second.”

“Remember, deep breaths,” I say, nibbling his earlobe.

He moans gently, and I move my lips to his and hold him close.

“Mmmmh.”

Pulling out, I say, “Good, breathe. It takes a few tries.”

I press back in and pause, holding myself about halfway in until he smiles and nods. I push all the way, feeling him envelop me, and he lets out a gasp.

“Okay, wait, please,” he says.

The manners on this man blow my fucking mind. I want to eat him up. Waiting for his cue, I run my hands on his chest and say, “You are so damn beautiful. Inside and out.”

Slowly, with a few deep breaths, Olan’s face begins to soften. He unlocks, and I can feel his body completely welcome me. My chest opens up as I melt into him. Being inside Olan feels like the universe opening up and letting me glimpse a hint of the totality of everything. I move slowly at first, steady and careful of his comfort.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck. So good.”

“Really?”

“Yes, yes, now, fuck me. Please.”

He begins to rock his hips with mine and gives himself over to the moment, to me. He grabs my hips and draws me into him with such force there’s no denying he’s ecstatic. I begin to move with more energy as he paws at me. His hands explore the lines of my back, waist, and hips. I thrust into him, trying my best to fuse our bodies together.

“God, you’re so perfect,” I say.

He whimpers and clasps my ass, pulling me even closer, deeper. The complete bliss on his face encourages me to lean down. Our mouths connect, and my tongue plays with the tiny space between his front teeth, filling every space in him.

“Your dick feels incredible,” he says, his voice low and raw, sending a jolt of adrenaline straight to my core.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not like the toy. It’s, it’s…”

“Real,” I say, eliciting a laugh from him.

This Olan surprises me. Something inside him was lying dormant. Dying to burst out. He’s unleashed with me, and it drives me wild. I bury my face into his neck and begin licking and sucking my way up to his ear, and the soft noises he makes become lower, louder, and unhinged. Overtaken with desire, I open my mouth and take a bite at his neck, nibbling and gnawing at his salty skin. He’s now panting, moving his hips to match my thrusts, using his hands to quicken my movement. His raw enthusiasm galvanizes our connection.

The kissing and thrusting and heat of our bodies dancing in rhythm intensifies, and my breathing becomes short, staccato notes. Aware of the change, Olan squeezes me, wrapping his arms around me, and in this instant, it feels like we’re quite possibly the closest two people can get.

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