Page 24 of Learn Your Limits
Emiliano
“Fuck.” The echo of my hand slamming against the door reverberates off the walls of my office.
Reid came to me for help, and I pushed him past his limits because I was feelingjealous. I don’t have a rational explanation for how I felt or what I did. Once I heard he was going to see someone else, my self-control vanished. My hand wrapped around his throat, and my lips dominated his without a second thought.
I wanted to possess him because Reidismine.
I have no right to claim him, but the physical pain I felt when imagining him on a date with someone else nearly floored me all the same.
And I’m angry.
Not only at our shared situation and the restrictions we are facing, but I’m furious at the fact that his father feels like he owns his son enough to arrange a relationship for the sake of the family business. I do not understand what kind of parent would force something like this on their child, especially when Reid is so clearly distraught at the idea.
Taking a deep breath, I walk away from the spot near the door. I can’t stand to be in the physical space where we shared such intimacy only moments ago.
Before he ran out on me.
There was nothing more that I wanted than to bask in the beauty of Reid’s climax.Fuck, if he was so worked up from just grinding against my thigh, I can only imagine how he would respond to me commanding all parts of his body. Even through all these conflicted emotions and this turmoil, my cock is harder than ever.
Reaching down to palm myself, I immediately freeze when I feel a small wet spot near the top of my pants. I look down to where evidence of Reid’s orgasm marks my jeans, and I cannot take it anymore.
I’ve been so fucking pent up with no desire to seek release with anyone except Reid. With one hand, I gather what I can off of my slacks while unzipping my fly, taking out my cock with the other. His cum is cold when I rub it into the top of my dick, but it heats my blood all the same.
This is depravity. I’m using my student’s cum to help get me off.
Wildly, I fist myself to the images of Reid pinned against the wall, begging me for more. Iknewhe would be such a good boy for me and take everything he needed. I wanted to comfort him in any way I could.
It’s not the normal scenario I usually picture in my mind when I fantasize about him, though. In those fantasies, it’s me who takes what I need from him, and Reid is the helpless one under my mercy.
I pull back these dark desires for now. There are already so many barriers between us, I can’t go on being concerned about our compatibility in the future. Although I suspect we might match better than I first thought.
My cock is painfully hard within my grasp, and his name slips from my lips. My legs feel like they’ll give out from the pleasure of knowing a part of him is on me, and I know I’m moments from finding my own release. Remembering the moans he whispered harshly against my neck is what drives me to the edge, and I come into my palm.
The urge to take my phone out and send a picture to him is overwhelming. He would love to see how much of a mess I’ve made for him, I know it. But I think back to how Reid left, looking so crushed and panicked. I wonder what exactly it was that made him flee, but there are too many possible answers to that question. It was a miracle he let me kiss him at all, given how withholding I’ve been toward him, only to let all of that go with one mention of him seeing someone else.
Someone he doesn’t even want to see.Goddamnit, Milo, you are an asshole.
Grabbing tissues from my desk, I clean up and think better of sending Reid a picture of my spent cock. But I should message him something. I’m sure he’s imagining the worst right now.
JustMilo:I am sorry for taking advantage of you in a vulnerable moment, but I am not sorry that it happened. Not when you looked and sounded so beautiful, Reid.
A luxurious lunch with a little too much wine after midterms week has been a tradition for me and Teresa, my best friend and a fellow professor at the university. She is one of the lead professors in the arts college at Oakhart. One might not think so, but there is a great overlap with art and psychology, just as thereis an overlap with an immigrant from Guatemala and one from Italy.
Our shared life experiences have made her a confidant as much as she’s been a younger sister to me.
She and I got along well after the first staff meeting we both attended as first-year professors when we simultaneously rolled our eyes at some pretentious shit a board member was spewing. With the little act of shared defiance, I knew we were kindred spirits.
And that’s why I’ve chosen to tell her about Reid today. I’m not afraid she’ll expose my most treasured secret, but I do fear she may judge me for it. As much as I would like to say I don’t care what people think, her opinion holds value in my heart, and I’d like for her to meet Reid one day, when we are finally free to be together.
This past week has been exhausting. After the incident in my office, Reid has been reserved both in class and through text. His cold behavior almost makes me wish that what happened in my office didn’t transpire, but I can’t find it in me to regret such a magnificent moment. I also cannot blame him for acting as he is, since I am holding myself back as well.
I’ve carefully avoided pondering the subject of his arranged date. I’m resigned to knowing he will have to make the decision for himself, and I cannot push him or manipulate him whenI’mstuck in a position where I can’t provide what he needs.
Maybe the girl is what he needs. Maybe he’ll fall in love with her and not need the thrill of pining over his professor anymore.
“You look constipated,” a feminine voice rings out. Lifting my head, I look up in time to see Teresa finishing her once-over of me. She’s wearing a stunning red dress and the perfect shade of lipstick to match, with sleek black heels adding height to her short and curvy frame.
There’s never any awkward tip-toeing with my best friend, and I delight in the ease of our relationship. After the intensity of this semester, it’s exactly what I need right now. It’s a friendship based on deep devotion and insults alike.
