Chapter Twenty-Five
James
My eyes are drawn to Colton the whole lesson.
Every time I move, every time the cage brushes my thigh or I notice the heaviness between my legs, I look at him.
It’s…a bit fucked up, teaching class this way.
Getting off on the fact that Colton—my student—my Sir—is here watching me.
That I’m obeying his orders right now, and that each second that goes by feels like an eternity because all I want is him inside me.
On top of me.
Touching me.
Possessing me.
Commanding me.
The room is a hundred degrees and getting hotter by the second.
I’m surprised I’m able to hold it together, especially when Colton raises his hand and asks a question.
Hearing his voice, the cadence of his speech, measured and deep but with a playful edge I’m not sure anyone else can hear except me, it does things to me, makes me feel like I’m going to combust.
As soon as class is over, I suck in a sharp breath, like it’s the first one I’ve managed in the hour and a half we were here.
Like always, Colton takes his time packing his bag so he’s the last one out.
When he walks by my desk, holding my gaze the whole time, I mutter the only word I can set free. “Please.”
His pupils flare. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…not here again.”
It’s absolutely not, but right now, I can’t find it in me to care. As wild as it sounds, I feel like I’m flying, and I want nothing but to soar higher. Colton will give me that. “I’ll be good. Please, Sir.”
He curses, then nods. I gather my things, then take the lead, walking toward the door, down the hallway, and to my office. No one will suspect anything. Why should they? He’s meeting me for office hours. We’re discussing work—his grade, upcoming assignments.
I unlock the door and go inside. I hear it close behind me, then the lock clicking into place.
“Jesus, this is such a bad idea,” Colton says before he’s grabbing me, spinning me around to face him and crushing our mouths together. It’s the kiss of a starving man, one who’s as famished as I am, like we’ll waste away if we don’t have at each other.
“I’m not taking the cage off,” he says, kissing my neck, licking me in this marking sort of way.
I open my mouth for him, and he grins, then spits inside, making me nearly spin out of control. Why does he have this effect on me?
“Yes, Sir. I know. I’ll take anything.” I just want him. Need him. Need to feel the way only Colton can make me feel.
“You’re wearing my cage, so you should have my load inside you too,” he says, and I swear, I nearly pass out.
He maneuvers me over to my desk. Sir doesn’t have to use words for me to know exactly what he wants, and I want it too. I won’t get to come, but I want to be bare-assed and bent over my desk, taking his cock. I would do it every day if I could.
He opens my pants, pulls them down, then bends me over. I tremble when he kneels behind me, his strong hands on my ass cheeks pulling them open.
“It’s been hours since I showered.” I’m clean. I don’t have any reason to doubt that, but I wanted to remind him.
“I don’t care.”
Without warning, he dives in, buries his face in my ass, tongue swiping back and forth over my hole like he’s gunning for the championship of ass eating. He would win too.
I fist my hands, push back against him, swallow every sound I want to make out loud for him but can’t because I’m here, at work, letting my student eat me out in my office.
Don’t stress. Let go. It’ll be fine.
I’ve fought enjoying things for so long, rarely sought pleasure, and when I did, only in controlled ways, that I want it any and every way I can have it with him, knowing the pleasure will always be greater with Colton and letting myself have joy in ways I was scared of before.
“God…Sir…yes…” I say softly, needing to let words out, wanting him to know how good it feels.
My dick is aching, trying to get hard in the cage. It’s painful but exciting. I want more. Don’t want it to stop, want his tongue inside me, then his fingers, and his cock and—
Knock, knock.
We both freeze, neither of us moving or breathing. My heart bangs against my chest, the space around it getting smaller, like it’s shrinking and I won’t be able to breathe.
The knocking sounds again, and then Colton is shoving to his feet, tugging my pants up. It’s that movement that propels me into action. I jerk away from him, button and zip my pants, eyes darting around while he does the same.
“James, I know you’re in there,” Henry says, and since it’s him, there’s not a chance he’ll go away. That’s not how Henry is built. If he thinks I’m in here ignoring him, he won’t let me.
“Hide,” pushes past my tight lips. The room is getting smaller too, but I try to ignore it, try to straighten my clothes, while Colton does his best to fold his large body beneath my desk.
Once he’s all tucked away, blood rushes through my ears as I go to the door, telling myself Henry doesn’t know James is here, that everything will be fine.
I open the door. “Sorry, I was on the phone.” I had my student’s tongue in my ass while wearing his cock cage. I’m still wearing it.
“Oh, I imagined you were doing something much naughtier than that. I thought maybe you had a man in here.” He chuckles, and I nearly swallow my tongue.
He doesn’t know. He’s kidding, but that’s too close for comfort. “As if,” I say.
He snickers and sits in the chair on the opposite side of my desk. I sit down in mine, trying to ignore the fact that Colton is there.
“You’re seeing someone,” Henry announces.
“What? No I’m not!” I sputter, but I am. I’m seeing someone. I have…a person, and he’s here right now.
“Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?” he asks, and I’m fairly certain the room is spinning. I can’t help glancing down, and I see the tightness on Colton’s face, the emotion twisting there.
“No. I can’t. I’m…”
“Seeing someone,” Henry finishes for me. “Or something has changed with you. You’ve been different lately. Happier.”
My eyes find Henry’s. They’re softer now, caring, not teasing as they often are.
“I’m happy for you,” he says, though I haven’t confirmed anything. “Maybe I’ll get to meet him sometime.”
My palms begin to sweat, heart racing, foot tapping. How can Henry ever meet him? Even once Colton has passed my class, people will always question us if they find out.
“Does anyone else know?” I ask, and Henry frowns.
“Not that I’m aware of. I haven’t spoken to anyone about you.
I pay extra attention to you because I wanted to date you, but alas, I’m too late.
” He throws his hands up in defeat, then smiles.
“I’m teasing you, James. Well, not that I didn’t want to date you, but it’s not a big deal. I just think you’re hot.”
A clunk sounds beneath the desk, and I clear my throat, then say, “Ouch,” pretending I accidentally kicked it.
“You’re being very weird.”
“I’m always weird,” I counter.
“Good point.” He stands. “Anyway, I came to see if you could cover a class for me next week, not hit on you, or not only hit on you, I guess. On Thursday.”
“I’m not sure. I need to check the schedule. I don’t know when Nash’s games start, and I have to go to those.”
Henry frowns again. “Who’s Nash?”
I haven’t told anyone about the kids. Even when I went to Oregon, no one knew anything other than it being a family emergency. I’d forgotten they still don’t know, and that feels…wrong. Like I’m a bad brother.
“Um, I got custody of my siblings this past summer. Nash is my brother. My little sister is Sadie. Nash made the basketball team.” That makes me beam.
“Holy shit, James. You got two whole kids and no one knows?”
“Siblings,” I correct. “And the dean knows. HR too.”
“Siblings that you’re raising.”
“Rain check on this conversation, please?”
“Yes, of course. Jesus, man. You know I’m your friend, right? I tease you and flirt with you, but mostly I just want to be your friend. You can talk to me.”
I nod. The thing is, I believe him. Henry and I couldn’t be more different, but he’s a nice guy, and I know he would be a good friend to me. I’ve just never let myself have it.
“Thanks, Henry.”
“No problem.” He moves toward the door. “Anyway…I’ll let you get back to whoever’s absolutely not under your desk. Your secret is safe with me.” Henry winks and disappears from the room, snatching all the air with him.
Once the door is closed, I stumble over to lock it, just as Colton climbs out from his spot.
“I want to kill that guy,” he says.
“He knows,” I stress. “I’m fucked. My career is over. How will I take care of the kids? What will I—”
“Shh, breathe, baby.”
Every single part of me wants to melt into him, wants to let Colton hold me up, care for me, make me feel loved, but all I can think about is the fact that Henry knows.
“I can’t fucking breathe,” I hiss out, then pull away. “What was I thinking?” I never should have asked him in here. Such a stupid mistake.
“This isn’t your fault. We both messed up. I should have been more careful. I should have said no.”
Oh God. “You’re supposed to be in class,” I remember. I’d lost myself all over the desire for an orgasm? “You have to go. I can’t do this right now.”
“I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone. We should—”
“Red,” I interrupt him. “Red…for this. For now.”
He flinches, looking hurt, but I can’t do this. We can talk about it later. I need to talk to Henry and figure out what in the hell any of this means.
“Okay.” He nods. “Take that cage off, please.”
Colton picks up his bag, the one leaning against my desk that I’d completely forgotten about, and walks out of the room.
The door closes before he can hear me say, “I’m sorry.”