Chapter Twenty
James
It’s not until I wake up that I realize I fell asleep. Colton’s still holding me, but I can tell by the feel of his body that he’s awake. I’m practically sealed to him, attached to him with octopus arms and legs, stuck to him with sweat, tears, and cum, which reminds me of what I did.
“I’m sorry,” I say, pushing onto my elbows, looking down at him. “For coming without permission.”
“It’s okay.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheek and my lips.
What’s with all the kissing everywhere, and why do I like it so much?
“You were somewhere else, and I’m honored I got to be the one to bring you there.
Though, do it again and you might be in trouble.
” Colton winks, then rolls me to my back, and I wince at the feel of the blanket against my tender, bruised ass.
The asshole smirks, clearly knowing what’s wrong, then grabs the bottle of Gatorade, opens it, and hands it over. “Drink some for me.”
I nod and take it, surprising myself by downing half the bottle. I pause, take another sip, then hand it to him. Colton closes the lid and sets it back on the nightstand.
“Unless I get a yellow or red from you, I’m going to fuck you now.”
Despite how much my ass hurts, I want it…need it. “Please.” He lies on top of me, nestled between my legs. Colton presses another of those soft kisses to my lips, so different from the hungry, urgent way he usually kisses me. I don’t understand it, but I want it.
He kisses his way down my neck, rutting against me.
I’m not hard, but I know it won’t take me long to get there.
He grabs my left pec, squeezes it, massages it, and continues to work his way down my body.
When he gets to my dick, he sucks it into his mouth.
It grows against his tongue, blood rushing to my groin with each lick and suck until I’m hard.
“That didn’t take long. At your age, I thought it would be a struggle.”
“Fuck you.” I laugh, something I’ve never done during sex before.
“Or I could fuck you.” He smiles up at me from between my legs, sucking my balls, making my eyes roll back, before he pushes up onto his knees.
“Hands and knees,” he tells me, moving out of the way so I can get into position.
I hear him opening the lube, and then he’s pressing two fingers inside me.
“I can’t wait to be in this hole again.” Colton pushes in, then pulls out again. “One day maybe I’ll get to take you raw, get to mark you all up inside with my cum. Make you full of me, make you smell like me.”
He presses in another finger, making me fist the pillows, pushing back against him and wanting more. “I want that,” I admit. I want Colton to be the first person to ever come inside me, the first person to have me that way.
“Good boy.” He grabs the condom from the nightstand, ripping it open, lubing himself, and then he’s pushing into me, slowly, differently than usual.
While I still know who’s in charge, while the roles we both want are still in place, it doesn’t have the same edge our sex usually does, not even in the moments where he’s just making me come over video call.
“Fuck, I love how you feel around my cock,” he says, continuing to feed me his dick until his groin meets my ass. “My little hole was made for me, made to fit me, weren’t you?”
I’ve never thought of myself as made for anyone or anything, but in this moment, yes, I do feel like I was made for him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“My little hole was made for you.” Saying it makes me feel it even deeper, like somehow it makes the words truer.
Colton holds my hips, fucking into me hard and fast. Each time he thrusts, I feel him not just inside, but the scratch of his pubic hair and the slap of his body against my beautifully sore ass.
His hold on me is tight, my dick jerking beneath me with the power of his hips.
He slows, leans down and kisses my shoulder, my spine, then rails into me again, over and over, like he has something to prove.
There is nothing like this, like being filled, being taken, giving this gift of my body to him just like I do with my submission.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt like it’s a gift before, but right now, with him, that’s exactly what it feels like.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Colton pulls out of me, flips me to my back, pushes my legs up, and slides into me again. I moan with pleasure, looking up at him, his blue gaze seeing parts of me no one has ever taken the time to discover before.
What is this?
What are we doing?
I don’t know, and I can’t find it in myself to care.
“Look at you…you’d think you haven’t come already today. You’re dying for it.” He wraps a hand around my red, swollen dick, wet with precum.
“Yes,” I admit.
“For me.”
“For you.” And what he does to me. “Please, Sir,” I ask, not sure I know what I’m asking for, but something. He leans down, kissing me again, filling me with stroke after stroke, our bodies one, and that’s an amazing thing when you think about it—that I choose to let him inside me. “Fuck,” I say.
“Naughty boy with naughty language,” he teases before rolling over, leaning against the headboard, and pulling me with him.
I straddle him, ease him back inside my ass, then ride him.
Colton doesn’t look away from me, and it’s…a lot. I blink, feeling too much, but that doesn’t help. When I try to look away, he grabs my chin, holding me in place so I can’t.
One word. It would only take one word for him to stop, but I don’t want to say it, even though watching him watch me makes me feel strange inside.
I lift and lower, try to focus on the pleasure, on the feel of him thrusting up and into me, until he’s grunting, making deep moaning sounds, dick twitching inside me as he loses himself to his orgasm.
“Please,” I ask.
Colton spits in his hand, stroking me until I join him, cum spurting on his chest, sliding between his fingers as he continues to bring me to release.
Sir rolls me off him, to my back, and I go easily.
“I’ll be right back.” He kisses my shoulder, then disappears into the bathroom.
He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth and his bag.
He wipes the cum off me, then rolls me onto my front.
When I hear a bottle, I look over my shoulder to see him squirt something into his hand.
“It’s for your ass. I should have done it earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”
The cream immediately begins to soothe my stinging skin, and while I appreciate it, I don’t want the burn to go away either, craving the reminder.
He pulls me close when he lies down with me again, Colton on his back, me in the crook of his arm, my head on his shoulder.
“Was it what you needed?” He fingers my hair.
“It was.” I pause, consider, then ask, “For you too? I want to be good for you.” He does so much for me, and I don’t have much to offer him except this.
“You’re so fucking good for me, dreamer. The best I’ve ever had.”
“I doubt that.”
He smacks my thigh. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No.” But I guess I kinda am. “It’s hard for me…to see myself that way.”
“As something good? You are, James. You’re good for me, you’re good for your students, and you’re damn sure good for those kids.”
I hope so…I want to be. I nuzzle in closer.
“Tell me more about your family,” I ask, but he doesn’t reply right away, doesn’t say a word.
I consider all the things I could have done wrong.
Am I not supposed to want to know about him?
Not supposed to ask and just wait until he offers?
I push away slightly so I can look at him. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No. You just never ask about me. It’s nice.”
Guilt body-slams my heart. Do I really not ask about him?
I rack my brain, thinking about the things he’s told me, and he’s right—each and every time he’s offered me information about himself, about Hannah, but I’ve never asked.
What the fuck is wrong with me? “I’m sorry.
I’m not good at this…but I’m trying.” I want to be better. I’m determined to be better.
“You’re doing fine, James.” He pulls me back down close to him. “It’s mostly been just me, my mom, and Dakota—he’s my younger brother. My dad left us when we were young.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. That had to be tough.”
“It was, but we made it. I was lucky to have them. My mom…she’s great.
You’ll like her,” he says as if I’ll ever meet her.
Does he want me to meet her? Do I want to?
But how can I? Hi, I’m your son’s teacher, he’s fucking me, oh, and I happen to be twelve years older than him.
Great to make your acquaintance. “So even though we didn’t have him, she made up for it.
I know how lucky I am to have the mom I do.
” He kisses the top of my head, as if to say, I’m sorry you didn’t have a mom like her.
“What’s she like? And your brother? Are you all still close?”
I ask all the questions I’ve never asked him before, and Colton answers them. He tells me about school too and his desire to be an architect. How he’s always loved buildings and the thought of designing them. How he loves working on cars too, especially with Hannah, but it’s not his dream.
“What?” he asks.
“What, what?”
“You made a sound when I said Hannah.” He pulls back and looks at me. “You don’t like her?”
Well, shit. Now I’m embarrassed. I have a feeling my face is as red as my ass. “She’s great. I’m just… You love her.”
He frowns, then smiles, clearly pleased about something. “You’re jealous?”
“What? No!” But I am. He’s ruining me.
He rolls over on top of me, pressing me to my back.
“I like that you’re jealous.” He kisses me.
“But you have no reason to be. I love Hannah, but I’m not in love with her.
We thought that for a while when we were younger and I lost my virginity with her, but it wasn’t right. She’s a sister to me and a lesbian.”
I laugh. That does change things.
“I should go,” I say when we settle down. I don’t want to, but I need to. “The kids.”
“That’s fine. I get it. Can I see you next Friday too?”
I don’t even have to talk myself into it this time. I know this is a mistake. I know it will probably come back to bite me in the ass. I know what’s at stake, but I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this. “Yes.”
He grins, and this time, it’s me pushing forward and kissing his smile.
We take a quick shower together, cleaning up, then getting dressed. I bag the bedding to take it to the apartment, not having the time to clean it here. I take the leftover spaghetti and salad from the fridge, and then we walk out to the car together.
“This is for you.” He hands me a small bag.
“What is it?”
“The surprise I promised you. It’s nothing big, but I thought it was cute.”
I grin, giddier than I should be as I open the bag and see… “A Speedo?”
“Yes. But you’re only allowed to wear it when you swim with me,” he teases.
“I’ll wear it for you anytime you want.”
Colton pushes me against the car, presses his body against mine, and kisses me again. “I’ll talk to you tonight.”
“Talk tonight,” I reply, then watch him get into his truck and pull away. This day feels like it was over too soon.