Chapter 9 Richard
RICHARD
It’s been a rollercoaster week of ups, downs, and mistakes.
Each day, I’ve gone to work, and then looked around some apartments afterwards.
The trouble is, while I’m paying half a mortgage, I can’t afford anywhere decent.
I haven’t found anything I like within my limited budget, but I haven’t got around to calling Ashley to discuss what we’re going to do about the house.
I need to, but it’s not a conversation I’m looking forward to.
After apartment hunting, I’ve eaten alone and then come back to this hotel room. Alone.
Is that why I kissed Angus today?
I knew I’d run into him on campus eventually.
I didn’t expect it to be in the staff toilet, while he had his cock out.
I’ll admit it. I stared at him, his cock, and his gorgeous green eyes.
I couldn’t resist him. He was right there.
I should have walked into one of the stalls and shut myself in there until he’d gone, or left and found a different bathroom to use.
But I didn’t. I stayed, and I kissed him.
Not once, but twice. I can still taste him.
Still imagine what it felt like to be so close to him.
Fuck, I’m a fool. I gaze around the empty, bland hotel room. I’m a lonely fool.
I take his number out of my wallet. He wants me to call him, which probably means he wants to have sex with me again. I shouldn’t, but I’m tempted. No-strings sex is the best kind after a break-up, right? He wants it. I want it.
I sigh and flop backwards onto the bed. Is thirty too young for a midlife crisis? Because that’s what this feels like. My perfectly curated life is going off the rails, and what do I do? Make bad decisions. Think with my cock, instead of my head.
I lift my hand and stare at Angus’ number.
He’s got neat handwriting. Each number is perfectly formed, like him.
I can’t deny having someone eight years younger than me, who looks like a fucking god, want me, is a huge ego boost. I’m sure that’s a good part of the reason why I’m even considering calling him.
Him wanting me makes me feel good, something I need after Ashley made me feel so shit.
If I were sensible, I’d rip Angus’ phone number into tiny pieces, have a shower, and imagine the things I want to do with him while I beat myself off.
Get my lust for him out of my system through self-inflicted orgasms. But I don’t want to be sensible.
I want to run my hands over his muscular body.
I want to feel his tight arse around my cock. I want—
I want—
I’ve played by the rules my whole life, and where has it got me? A tattered marriage and a lonely hotel room.
Fuck sensible. Fuck safe.
I grab my phone and punch Angus’ number into it.
“Hello?” He sounds confused and sleepy.
I hold my breath, doubting my decision to call him.
“Hello?” He repeats.
I should hang up.
“Hmm… either this is a wrong number, a sex call, or you’re the guy I hooked up with last week. If it’s option number one, please hang up. If it’s option number two, stay on the line and talk dirty to me. Same for option number three.”
I can hear the grin in his voice. He also sounds more awake with each statement.
“Talk dirty to you?” I ask in a low tone.
“I knew it was you.”
“It could be the other guy you hooked up with last week.” Why am I holding my breath as I wait for him to respond?
He laughs. “It was only you. I’m a farm boy. I don’t have time for that many hook-ups.” He yawns. “Or the energy.”
“Were you asleep?”
“Yes, but it’s fine. I’d rather be talking to you than be sleeping.”
I check my watch. It’s not late.
“Of course, I’d rather be kissing you than talking to you on the phone. Or having sex with you. That is why you’ve called, isn’t it? You need to be distracted.”
“I do,” I whisper.
“Where are you?”
I tap my finger on the mattress. Do I want him to come here? I’d have to go to the lobby to let him through the security door. What if someone who knows us sees us?
“Richard?”
The way he says my name makes me shiver. “Not here.” I must sound pathetic. “I could meet you. We could go somewhere in Elle.”
“You remembered the name of my car.” He sounds deliriously happy. “But no. We’ve been there, done that. I know a place where no one goes.”
“Another look-out spot?”
“No. Somewhere more private than that. I’ll text you a location to drive to. I’ll meet you there and drive you the rest of the way.”
“Sounds ominous.”
Angus chuckles. “Or mysterious.”
“Or sexy.”
“That too. I’ll text you.”
My pulse races with anticipation and the knowledge that I’m being reckless. “See you soon.” I hang up.
Seconds later, Angus sends me a What 3 Words location. Where the heck is he taking me? Somewhere private. Somewhere we can be alone without fear of being caught. Somewhere we can fuck.
The What Three Words location turns out to be a car park at a beauty spot, which makes me doubt Angus’ assertion that this isn’t our destination.
It’s deserted except for one other vehicle: Elle.
I pull up alongside her, lock my car, and hop into the passenger seat.
Grinning, Angus leans across the gear stick and hand brake, allowing me to kiss him.
I cup his cheek as I do. He reaches over and grasps my jacket and shirt, his knuckles skimming my hip through my clothes.
“Well, hello, Professor.”
I shiver. Why does Angus make me want to do naughty, reckless things?
“I thought you said we weren’t going to fuck at another lookout spot.”
He smirks. “We’re not. Unless you want to?” He moves his hand to the waistband of my trousers. “I could suck you off right now.”
Oh, fuck. My pulse picks up. Blood rushes around my body, making my skin flush with heat and my cock plump up.
Angus glances at my crotch and arches an eyebrow. “Someone thinks that’s a good idea.”
A small voice in the back of my head screams, but we could get caught!
A larger voice threatens to drown it out with a firm, but it would be so fucking hot.
It’s dusk, light enough to see by, dark enough that a casual glance through a windscreen while someone drove past wouldn’t allow them to see what we’re up to.
“I—we can’t,” I stammer.
This beauty spot isn’t the same as the last one. It’s just off the road. Two cars have gone past since I arrived. It’s not secluded. Someone—knowing my luck, the police—could park beside us and catch us in the act.
“Sure?” Angus gives me puppy eyes before leaning in to kiss my neck.
I tremble.
“I give excellent head, Professor.”
I grip the edge of the door, right beneath the window, and use my legs to brace myself. Fuck. “Where—where were you going to take me?” I’m breathing hard. My cock is straining against my trousers, desperate to be released and take Angus up on his offer. I can’t.
“I could tell you, but then it wouldn’t be as exciting.”
I swallow. “You are very exciting.” And reckless. And too damned sexy for my good.
“I try.” He trails his hand to my thigh and rubs around it, grazing my aching cock with his fingertips before sliding his palm to the outer edge.
“Angus—”
“Stop?”
It’s what I should say, but the word doesn’t materialise on my tongue.
The truth is, I don’t want him to stop. I want him to obliterate my sensible side.
I want him to undo my trousers and suck my cock.
I want to come in this Land Rover, with the thrill of knowing somebody could discover us.
I really am having an early midlife crisis.
I take his hand and put it over my button and zipper. “Don’t stop.” I grasp his face and pull him close for a desperate kiss. A kiss that tells him I want him to continue being naughty. A kiss that tells him how much I desire him.
He chuckles against my lips and undoes my button and zipper, slips his hand into my pants, and frees my cock. He squeezes it and then tears his lips from mine. “Oh, Professor, you’re so hard for me.”
He tugs the glove compartment open and pulls out a condom wrapper, which he opens, before sliding the rubber on my cock. I understand why he wants to use protection, but I wish I could feel his lips, tongue, and mouth against my bare cock.
He shifts his position, so he’s sitting further away from me, leans down, and takes my cock into his mouth.
I thread my fingers through his hair, grip the edge of the seat, and push my head against the headrest as he bobs his head up and down my shaft.
And, oh, God, he’s so good at this. I’m a trembling wreck within seconds.
He sucks, slurps, and moans with such gusto I’m afraid he’s going to make me come far too fast. I can’t help it.
I thrust into his mouth. Not that he seems to mind, if anything, it spurs him on.
He sucks harder and does the most delightful flourishes of his tongue against my sensitive shaft.
The only thing that would make it better is if I weren’t wearing a condom.
And yes, the possibility of being seen adds to the excitement.
I’m on the edge, desperate to careen over it, but also yearning to make this experience last as long as possible in case I never have the guts to do it again, or a naughty student to lead me astray.
I gasp. I can’t hold back my orgasm. I let it go, moaning and whimpering through the explosive release, while he licks and sucks as though he’s enjoying the most delicious lollipop ever. I imagine he’s gulping down my cum and fucking enjoying it.
Eventually, after my cock has gone limp and floppy, Angus pulls off, sits upright, and smirks. He might not have his cum around his mouth, but it’s glistening with his saliva. I tug him to me for a kiss and taste synthetic strawberry on his lips and tongue.
“Was that good?” he asks, breathless.
“Very good and very naughty.”
He sniggers and kisses me again. Maybe next time, I’ll be the one pleasuring him in his car, although it’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a man.
He removes the condom, ties it off, and wraps it in a baby wipe from the glove compartment. Then he rests his hands on the steering wheel. “Still want to go to the other place, or have you had enough fun for tonight?”
“Do you have the energy for more?” I did wake him up earlier.
He laughs. “I always have energy for sex. I might crash out hard afterwards, though.”
I stare into his eyes. Would I mind holding him after sex, while he sleeps? Not one bit. I kiss him softly. “Take me to your mystery sex den.”
He snorts with laughter. “Your wish is my command, Professor.”