Chapter Sixteen #2
“Look at you, waiting for instruction. You’re such a good fucking boy, so eager to obey. You would sit there for hours if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer honestly. I’m here, in this headspace where real life doesn’t matter as much.
“But I wouldn’t do that to you, not here. Maybe one day you can come to my house and stay on your knees all day for me, sucking me off when I want, nuzzling in, living right there between my legs. Would you like that?”
“You know I would.” My heart thumps against my chest.
“Pull my pants down but leave my underwear on.”
I say a silent thank-you that my fingers obey and work more efficiently than when I tried to open the door not long ago, and seconds later his jeans are at his feet, my hands on his hips as I look up at him, waiting for my next instruction.
“Suck me through my underwear, nuzzle your face in there. I want to watch you in class and know my scent is all over your skin.”
My dick twitches in a way I never would have expected before Colton because damn, do I want that too.
I press my face into his groin, breathe in the musky, heady scent of him, get drunk off it as I open my mouth and suck on his balls through the fabric.
It’s killing me not to be able to taste him, but at least I can smell him, can feel him, the heat radiating off him and the heaviness of his balls, his hot, hard length against my cheek when I rub my face against him.
Wetness seeps through the fabric of his dark-blue boxer briefs, both from my mouth and his precum, as I lick and suck him, wishing I could devour him.
“That’s it. I want you to smell like me. I want to come on your face and rub it in your skin, want to mark my little dreamer as mine, my sexy little sub boy.”
“Yes, Sir. I want that too.”
Colton presses his hand against my forehead, easing me away, tilting my head up so I’m looking at him. “Can I spit in your mouth?” he asks, making my heart stutter, then speed up.
He’s spit on my hole, but never in my mouth. I never thought of that being something I’d want, and honestly, I don’t think I would with just anyone, but the only word running circles in my head right now is yes. Yes, yes, yes.
I open my mouth.
“Not good enough,” he tells me. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Sir. Please spit in my mouth.”
“Good boy.” He brushes his thumb against my cheek. When I open my mouth this time, he bends down so he’s closer to me, letting spit fall from his lips and between mine. “Swallow,” he says, and I do. I swallow his fucking spit, which feels so incredibly dirty, and I love every second of it.
“Will you do it again?” I ask.
“Such a slutty boy. Open.”
I do, and he grants me the gift of his spit a second time, and I swallow that down too.
He stands up straight, letting go of me to pull his underwear down.
“Be a good hole for your Sir,” Colton tells me right before thrusting his thick cock into my mouth.
He doesn’t go easy on me, thrusting, fucking into me, taking his pleasure from my mouth and making me feel high because I’m the one who can give it to him.
I’m his good boy, his good hole, I please him and pleasure him, and it makes me feel more at home doing this for him than almost anything else does.
“Shh,” he tells me, making me realize I’m being loud. “We have to be quiet. If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” I try to say, but it comes out muffled because I still have a mouth full of cock.
He slows his thrusts, holding my face, his gaze so damn intense on me. In and out, slow, then fast, he uses my mouth however he wants. My face is wet with tears and saliva, but each time it runs down my chin, gets close to falling on my shirt, Colton wipes it away.
He pulls out, and I scramble forward, eager for more cock.
“No.” He smacks my face, hard enough for me to feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. “You only get more when I say you do. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Can I have some more?”
He grins, and it does something weird and unexpected to my pulse, something I can’t really explain.
“Stand up,” he orders, and I scramble to my feet. “Pull your slacks and underwear down to your feet and bend over the desk.”
My cock twitches again, need taking off inside me like a rocket shooting into space.
God, I want this so damn much.
The second I’m bent over, legs spread and offering him my ass, Colton steps up behind me, pushing a finger between my ass cheeks and rubbing my hole.
“Has anyone had your ass since me?”
“No, Sir,” I reply, practically whimpering when he teases me with some pressure.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time I had it. All summer I wanted you. And then this fall, every time I made you come, I wished I were there, that I could watch my dick slide between these pretty ass cheeks and spread your hole wide for me. I’m gonna do it right now.”
He pauses, and I know what he’s waiting for. He’s giving me time to agree, time to say yellow or red if I don’t want him to fuck me in the middle of my office before we’re in class together, but I don’t say either of those colors, don’t even consider it.
“Green,” I say, so he knows. Colton curses, then bends over, burying his face in my ass.
He licks at my hole, probing it, softening me and fucking his tongue into me.
I’m so thankful I shower every morning, otherwise I’d be worried, but I know my body well and feel comfortable with this.
I push back against him, rubbing my ass all over him, biting my hand to keep from being too loud as he tongue-fucks me, then adds his fingers to the mix, doing his best to prepare me.
He spits on my hole more than once. One finger, then two, and I feel sloppy and wet from his spit and prep.
He wraps his hand around my cock, slicks it with the precum, then tries to use that to slick me too.
“I wish I had lube with me. I carry a condom but don’t have lube,” he says.
“Next time,” I rush out. Next time? Why am I agreeing to a next time?
“You’re a horny, dick-hungry sub, aren’t you?” he says, and I know he’s smiling even though I can’t see him.
“Yes. I’m a horny, dick-hungry sub,” I repeat. Claiming the words makes me feel stronger.
Colton shoves to his feet. “Let me know if you can’t take it without lube.
I want this to feel good.” I hear rustling and know he’s opening the condom, hear him spit again, and seconds later, the blunt head of his cock presses against my hole.
He pushes in slowly, and I feel the stretch.
He rubs my hip, my ass, telling me, “That’s it.
Such a good hole. Such a good boy, bending over and taking my cock so well. Your Sir is so proud of you.”
Every word, every sentence helps my body relax. He spits again, and I think the condom must be lubed too because the ride isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. It’s not long before Colton is all the way inside, groin against my ass, giving me all the cock I want.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask, and I swear his whole body vibrates behind me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says before pulling back, then thrusting in again.
He doesn’t take me slowly, and I don’t want him to.
I want more, want it all, though I don’t know what else he could give me.
His hand wraps around my body, stroking my dick while he takes me hard like the slut I am for him.
“Don’t come,” he orders.
“It’s hard,” I say honestly.
“I know, but you can do it for me.” He slows his strokes, hitting my spot just right, making my eyes roll back and the pressure in my balls grow.
“Fuck,” Sir curses softly, then pulls out of me. He manhandles me until I’m on my knees facing him. He rips off the condom, jerks his dick and says, “Open your mouth.”
I do it willingly, eagerly, craving a mouth full of his cum. As the first spurt lands on my tongue, salty and so damn good, I whimper. He keeps going, emptying his balls into my mouth until he’s wrung dry before he says, “Swallow.”
And I do, don’t lose a drop of him, letting his pleasure slide down my throat while I wonder how I’ve gone so long without this.
Sir pulls me to my feet, jerking me off with a soft, “Come for me.” That’s all it takes for me to let go, my orgasm making me whine in pleasure as I shoot in his hand.
He makes me lick it all up, then wraps his arms around me, whispers in my ear, “Good boy. You pleased me so well,” as I melt into him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” And I am, even if I know I won’t be later.
He pulls back, looking at me, trying to see if I’m lying to him. “I didn’t plan this when I came here.”
“I know.” I wouldn’t have done it if he had.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, but…I need to get dressed. I need to get out there.”
“I’m nervous about leaving you alone right now.”
“I’ll be fine, Colton.” I pull back, use some tissues to wipe my groin before pulling up my underwear and pants. “I promise,” I add when I realize he’s not moving.
“Okay. If you’re not, tell me. I’ll be very upset if you don’t, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll talk tonight.” He pulls his clothes on as well, then heads for the door. He stops, turns to look at me. “I’m sorry,” he says, then slips out the door.