Chapter Twelve
Colton
What is it about James that makes me so wild for him?
I’ve never wanted someone this much, never craved someone the way I do him, and not just for sex either. I want to crawl inside his brain and figure out what makes him tick. I want to learn all I can about him—how to please him, torture him, how to ease the pain I know lives inside him.
This is so fucked, and the best thing I could do would be to drop his class, but damned if him being my professor doesn’t make this even hotter. If it doesn’t push buttons inside me I didn’t know were there.
And I think it does for him too.
One semester. It’s only one semester. What could go wrong?
My dick is at half-mast. It won’t take me long to get all the way there, but this moment isn’t about me. It’s about him, about doing and giving him everything he needs, something I don’t think anyone has ever done for him.
I wait for James to return. He left the phone on the bed, so I’m looking at his ceiling, but then he’s there, looking both nervous and turned on, his face slightly scruffier than usual.
“I think they’re both asleep. The lights are off.
Nash has his earbuds in twenty-four seven, so he might be listening to music or letting it play while he’s sleeping. It’s silent, though.”
“Good. Because your Sir wants to make his good boy come,” I tell him, watching him blush, maybe in embarrassment but also in desire. “Is there somewhere you can set the phone so I can see you?”
“Yes, Sir. Let me check again and make sure I locked my bedroom door.”
He’s gone for a moment, and then he’s back, leaning the phone against something on his nightstand.
“Does this give you a good angle of the bed?”
“It does. Get the lube and let me see you.”
I hear the drawer, and then a beautifully naked James is climbing onto the bed, dick half hard.
“Fuck, you’re such a sexy little slut,” I tell him, and I swear, I can see him tremble.
“I like being your slut,” he admits. “It feels dirty, and I want to be that with you.”
“That’s because we’re each other’s dirty little secret, remember? And you are dirty, my dirty, slutty boy who would spread his legs for me anytime and anywhere I asked, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What if I wanted to fuck you on your office desk at work? Would you let me?” He reaches for his cock, and I add, “No. I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet.”
“But I need to.”
“You need to do what I tell you. Now answer the question. Would you let me fuck you on your office desk?”
“Yes, Sir. God help me, but I would.”
I can’t stop the smile from pulling at my lips. He is…perfect. So fucking eager for control and cock.
“I would sit in your office chair and make you get under your desk and suck me off. You want to do that for me? Want to be on the floor under your desk while you choke on your younger Dominant’s dick?”
“I would do it all day if you wanted me to,” he answers breathlessly, and I wonder how I’m going to make it out of this still whole. He’s already splintering me apart, making me ache for him in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“That’s because you’re such a hungry little slut.
I think I’ll make you work with a plug up your ass one day.
I’ll sit in your classroom while you teach and be the only one who knows you’re full, that you’re stretching your ass for me.
” I’m talking to him like we’re actually going to have sex again.
All this is supposed to be hypothetical, but none of it feels that way.
“Yes, Sir. Please do it, Sir,” he begs, his words pinging all the right receptors inside me.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch him. “You beg so beautifully.” It’s killing me not to be in the same room with him right now. “Get some lube on your hand and stroke yourself. Remember, you can’t come until I say.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies, plucking the bottle from the mattress and pumping some into his hand. He goes straight for his cock, tugging on the thick, beautiful piece of meat like his life depends on it.
“The things I would do to you if I was there, little dreamer. I would bring you to the edge over and over and not let you come all night.”
“Please, I need to come,” he says, voice soft like he doesn’t want to take the risk of anyone hearing him.
“You will. How long has it been for you?”
“Eleven days. I’m already close.”
“Then I need you to stop.” He strokes a few more times before I say, “Now. If you don’t, then you’ll disappoint me.”
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his hand away. “I want it, Sir.”
“I know you do. The wait will be worth it, I promise. Let me see that pretty hole of yours. I’ve missed it. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”
“How do you want me?”
“Such a good boy, asking your Dom for clarification when you’re not sure what to do. You’re so very good at this. Twist the phone a little so you can stand beside the bed and bend over. It’s your job to spread your cheeks for me, pull them real far apart so I can see your cute, pink ring.”
What I want is my tongue in it. I want to eat him out until he’s a mess of nothing but want and need. I’d like to draw him to the edge but not let him take the plunge, over and over and over again, all with my face in that perfect, sexy ass of his.
“Yes, Sir.”
James does as told, bending right over, one hand on each ass cheek, pulling them apart for me. There’s a light dusting of dark hair there, which makes my balls throb. I love when a man doesn’t shave his ass. It’s so masculine and sexy.
“Do you like it, Sir?”
“I like it very much. I could sit here all night and admire you…but we don’t have a lot of time. My boy has a bedtime to keep.”
Something about what I said makes his knees buckle and a soft whimper fall from his lips.
“Can you use one of your hands to play with your hole for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies, slipping a finger between his cheeks and rubbing his rim. James makes hungry sounds as he does, needy and turned on, every single one of them making my dick grow harder.
“Use some lube and finger yourself.”
Without hesitation, James obeys. There’s nothing that gets me as hot as a sub who thrives off doing what they’re told, and James has that quality in spades.
He starts with one finger, not using two until I give him permission.
This isn’t the same man as the one in his classroom.
This one is open and free, bent over, fingering his ass like nothing matters other than the pleasure I’m allowing him to have and being good for me.
He doesn’t second-guess himself here, isn’t bound by the rules he keeps for himself in the rest of his life, and him letting go like this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Can you get three up there for me?”
“Can I lie on the bed?”
“You may.”
He adjusts the phone and lies on his back, props his ass on a pillow, then starts working on it again.
His ass faces me, and the couple of pillows beneath his head allow him to keep eye contact.
One finger becomes two, then three, his tight ring stretched wide around him as James plunges them in his ass over and over.
When I say he can, he works his cock too, fucking and jerking himself, eyes glazed while he tries his best to watch me.
“I’m close,” he admits.
“I know you are, good boy. I’ll let you come in a minute. I just need to hear you beg me for it first. Tell your Sir how much you need it.”
“I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything.
I want to come for you, want to show you how good you make me feel.
My body is crumbling beneath the pleasure, so close to tipping over, but I won’t…
not until my Sir says I can because I want you to be proud of me.
I want to be the best boy you’ve ever had. Pleasing you pleases me, Sir.”
Jesus, this man.
My cock twitches. I don’t know how I’ve gone this whole time without jerking myself off, but I’m not sure it’s going to last. I rub my palm against my erection to get some relief.
“Come for me, little dreamer. Make your Sir proud. Let me see how much cum you made for me.”
“Christ,” he groans, balls drawing tight, dick shooting as he arches up. He’s still three fingers deep in his ass, jerking his cock while he spurts thick streams of cum all over his torso.
“That’s a good boy. Now eat it all up for me. Good boys finish their meals.”
“Yes, Sir.” He pulls his fingers from his ass and uses his other hand to scoop up his cum, licking and sucking it off his fingers before going back for more, not stopping until it’s all gone.
“God, you are so fucking perfect. Such a pretty little slut. I’m so proud of you. It’s late, though. It’s time for you to go to sleep.”
“Can I put my sheets in the washer and remake my bed first?” he asks, and I swear the simple question nearly makes me blow my load.
“Yes, you may.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m going to stay with you for a moment, okay? Make sure you’re okay.”
He sits up, bites down a smile, and says, “Yes, Sir.”
I talk to him, praise him, keep him company while he strips his bed and remakes it. He puts on clothes to go toss the sheets in the washer, then comes back into the room and turns on his bedside lamp.
Once he’s in bed, I ask, “How are you feeling?”
“Incredible. So sleepy.”
“Okay. Go have more of those sweet dreams for me, and I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
He nods, eyes fluttering. “Yes, Sir.”
He’s too tired to even be worried about the next day.
Without touching the light or ending the call, James goes to bed.
I watch him until I know he’s asleep, then hang up.
When I jerk off, I come harder than I ever have, wondering how we got to this place so quickly and what I’m going to do about it.