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Alden stops. “I never imagined someone would say that to me.”
“Stop worrying about your imagination, because reality is so much better.”
He smiles. “I agree.” He moves to straddle my legs and then looks his fill. I’m propped up on a pillow, my arms behind my head, which makes my abs pop. My hard dick is lying against my stomach, and he’s raking his nails gently through the hair on my upper thighs.
I wonder if he’s anxious, but before I open my mouth to let him off the hook, he bends down and licks me.
I barely keep from bowing off the bed. His tentative, warm, wet tongue feels amazing on my sensitive flesh. I hiss, and he startles.
“Was that bad?”
“No. It was so, so good. Keep going. Don’t use teeth, but anything else is okay.”
Like a cat, he licks up the underside of my dick with a wicked look on his face, then settles in to give me the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blowjob of my life. He’s moved lower, and his junk is pressing between my shins through the fabric of his briefs. It feels like his dick is perking up again already.
I’m in turns enthralled by him and distracted by how good it feels. He settles into a rhythm with his mouth and hand, and I say, “Baby, you don’t have to finish me with your mouth.”
He looks a little relieved. “I want to, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Then let’s try this.” I move so I’m on my side, facing him, and line him up next to me. “Take your briefs off.”
Alden slides his underwear down his thighs, and as I suspected, he’s pretty much hard again. Benefit of being four years younger.
I grip both our cocks, and he groans. “Damn.”
“Wait, let me get lube.” I reach back and fumble in the drawer until I find the bottle. Then, wrapping my fingers around our dicks again, I stroke us simultaneously, and the way his body feels against me, the slick and friction and pressure, it’s too much. I’m going to blow.
It’s clear he’s enjoying this, too.
Can I hold on long enough to get him there? I wouldn’t normally doubt my stamina, but there’s something about Alden that makes me lose control. I abandon my dick for a bit and work on his, stroking him firmly, focusing on the head and watching him come apart again. When he starts fucking into my hand, I can see he’s getting desperate.
“Ready?” I whisper. “You can come with me, right?”
He nods rapidly and gives me a messy, tongue-filled kiss that makes me growl.
I want this man.
I jack us off together until I hit my own trigger, nearly whiting out. I keep stroking him, using my come as even more lube, and in a few moments, he comes, too, and then we both lie back on my bed, chests rising and falling as we catch our breath.
I go to hug him but realize we’re pretty messy, so I wipe my hand off on a corner of the sheet and clean up our bodies as best I can.
Then I kiss him. We move so I’m on my back and he’s half on me, and it feels… right.
And then he leans into me and kisses me again. “You’re the best teacher I could’ve asked for.”
My stomach drops. Because while that’s exactly what we are, teacher and student, I’m starting to think I want us to be more. Now that I’ve gotten to spend time with him, have seen glimpses of who he really is, I want to know him better. I want to take care of him. I want to enjoy him, and make him smile, and… maybe… take a chance on something real again.
I tug him close. “Let’s rest and then try for another round.”
“Sounds good to me.”
CHAPTER19
Alden
For the second time in my life, I wake up in Danny Villaseñor’s bed. It’s still disorienting, but this time I feel… calm and sated. I feel comfortable.
I feelhot, because he’s wrapped his whole body around me—his arms tugging me to him, one leg over mine, and his nose in the back of my neck. His hard dick pokes me in the ass. His cat is curled at our feet and hops to the floor when I stir.
