Page 75 of Beau Pair
I groan and put my hands behind me, spreading my ass cheeks apart for him so he can drill in me deeper.
“Come inside me, Baby Beau. Come inside me,” I order him.
Beau pants, then his pants turn into sobs. He takes deep breaths and slams into me with sharp strokes until he collapses over me, all spent.
“That… was…” he mumbles on my shoulder blade.
“Yeah,” I agree.
We stay there, still, for a few long moments, breathing in sync. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. His lips brush butterfly kisses along my back then climb up to my neck.
“I think you’ve been punished enough, Professor,” he whispers in my ear and slides down my body, then turns me around and takes my cock in his mouth.
He strokes me, sucks me, squeezes my balls, does his Beau magic, and makes me come too, taking every last drop in his mouth.
But then, when I think he’s done, he stands up, turns me around again, and presses his mouth on my hole, using a finger to unclench my muscles. When the finger comes out, his cum dribbles out of me, and I can feel him slurping it all up with his wet tongue.
Next, he lays me back on the desk, climbs over and comes down for a kiss, trickling our mixed cum into my mouth. We kiss until there’s not a trace of our sins left.
Beau helps me dress, and when I look at my desk, I realize what a mess we made. It was more than worth it. I start tidying it up, so I can get back to work, although how I can get back to work after what we just did is a different question, and I don’t have the answer to it.
“I need to pick up Elsie. God. I need to brush my teeth,” Beau says when he glances at his phone.
I laugh and open a drawer on my desk. I pass him a toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Third door on the right,” I tell him.
He grabs them both and leaves the office to freshen up while I try to focus on what work I need to do before my next lesson, instead of getting flashbacks of what we’d just done and getting horny again.
I look at the chair Beau had been sitting on, and I see the tote bag he made with leftover fabrics from my suit, and there’s a sketchbook protruding from it.
He told me he was blocked, and yet I’ve seen him draw in it for the past few days, although he didn’t want to share what he’s been making. I’m tempted to have a look while he’s busy, but if I know one thing about art, that’s how precious artists can be about their work. Especially draft work.
Beau is really talented, and I want him to succeed, but in order to do that, he needs to decide what success looks like for him. He’s still young and still has two more years to decide.
I just hope I’m there in his life to help him make those decisions, to guide him and give him a boost when he needs one. I’ve been doing business longer than he’s been alive. Whatever it is he needs from me, I’m willing to give him.
The door opens and Beau comes in, gives me back the toothbrush and toothpaste, and grabs his tote bag. The sketchbook falls to the floor, and he bends down to pick it up.
“Are you gonna tell me what you’re designing there?” I ask him.
He walks over to the door and just before he opens it, he grins.
“Wouldn’t you love to know, Professor,” he says, and leaves the room.
I smile and try to get back to work, but all I can think about is Beau.
It’s thanks to him I’ve got something to look forward to whenever I get home and Elsie isn’t there. It’s thanks to him I wear a silly smile on my face for the rest of the day. It’s thanks to him I can’t help but dream ahead of our life together and what that looks like.
And it’s thanks to him I make an important decision that’s been long overdue.
