Chapter 13 Richard #2
“I was monogamous for ten years, but Ashley wasn’t, and I don’t know if she used condoms while she was cheating on me or not.
I got tested shortly after I left her. The results were negative, but they advised me to get tested again after a few weeks, because some things take longer to show as positive than others. ”
“I understand.”
“Angus.”
“Yes, Professor?”
“I do want to go bare with you.” I’ve thought about it ever since that first blow job in the car park. “But I don’t want to take any chances with your health, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s revisit this conversation after my next test.”
“Okay.” He walks his fingers up my chest. “Professor.”
“Yes?”
He exchanges his phone for the anal plug box and waggles it in front of my face. “Do you want me to help you with this now? You could wear it while you fuck me.”
I groan. “Yes, please.”
I lay on my stomach, my cheek resting on my folded arms, and my groin propped up on pillows so my arse is in the air. We’re naked and freshly showered, our skin flushed from the heat of the water, our hair damp.
“You’re so tense.” Angus strokes firm circles over my lower back.
“I’m trying to relax.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s okay if you’re not.”
“I want to be.” Someday, soon, I want to feel Angus inside me.
Holy fuck. Where did that thought come from?
Yes, we’ve agreed we’re in a relationship, but how serious can it be?
When I bought the anal plug, I kept telling myself it was so I had options down the road.
I’m separated, on the road to getting divorced.
I convinced myself this thing between Angus and me was nothing but fun.
I wasn’t buying the anal plug to prepare for sex with Angus.
I was buying it so I could have sex with someone I’ve not yet met.
Except, now I’m lying here, with him rubbing my back, I know I was lying to myself.
I want him to top me. Not now, but soon.
I’ve wanted it for longer than I realised.
“I am,” I say more confidently. “It’s a slim plug.”
“Slimmer than my finger,” he confirms.
Slimmer than his finger, thicker than the nozzle of the bulb I used to douche before coming here tonight. I blow out a breath. I can handle it.
“I’m going to stimulate your pucker to help you relax,” Angus says.
I smile at him. “Thank you.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, Professor.”
“I know you will.”
He squeezes lube onto his finger and then pauses, pursing his lips. “Professor, what’s six times seven?”
I frown. “Forty-two. Wh—!”
He strokes his finger gently over my pucker, stimulating nerves I’d forgotten I had. I groan.
“Nice?” He strokes back and forth.
“Yes.” I turn my face so my forehead is on my folded arms, and close my eyes.
“Enjoy.”
“I am.”
His finger feels so lovely. It’s rough, probably from working on the farm for so long, but his touch is soft, delicate, and oh so pleasurable.
The more he strokes, the more relaxed I become, my limbs becoming jelly.
He goes from stroking over my pucker to making circles around it.
Every so often, he presses a little more firmly, which takes me by surprise at first, but, after a while, that’s the touch I long for.
I grip the quilt, moaning and whimpering.
He lies beside me, tracing the side of my body with his chest. He kisses my shoulder. “Are you ready for me to slip the plug in?”
“Yes.”
He doesn’t. He keeps kissing, and taking care of me. I can feel the muscles of his other arm flexing and contracting, but I’m not sure what he’s doing. I trust him, so don’t question it. I lay still, enjoying the anal stimulation.
“Forty-five divided by five?” he asks.
“Nine.” I expect him to slip the plug in then. He doesn’t. “Too easy.”
He chuckles. “I’m not trying to catch you out, but if you want a harder question…” He hums. “Name all the prime numbers up to one hundred.”
I laugh. He slips the plug in. My eyes pop open, and I gasp at the sudden object up my arse. It’s warmer than I was expecting, considering it’s made out of stainless steel. Did Angus warm it up? It’s hard, firm, and more than a little uncomfortable.
“Prime numbers up to one hundred,” Angus reminds me.
“Uh, two, three, five, seven, eleven…” My arse relaxes around the plug.
“…thirteen, seventeen, nineteen, twenty-three…” The sensation of it inside me becomes pleasurable.
“…twenty-nine, thirty-one, thirty-seven…” My voice has dropped an octave.
I’m practically moaning the numbers out.
“…forty-one, forty-three, forty-seven…” By the time I reach ninety-seven, I’m fully relaxed.
Angus chuckles. “Prime numbers have never sounded so sexy. Is it nice?”
“So nice.”
He reaches around my body and stimulates my half-hard cock. “Are you remembering how much you enjoyed anal last time?”
“Yes.” I gasp. I’m hard now and aching to be inside him.
“It’s going to be so sexy, knowing you’re wearing a plug while you’re fucking me. Knowing that while you’re rocking your cock over my prostate, the plug is giving you the same stimulation. You’re going to come so fucking hard it’ll make you see stars.”
“Fuck, I hope so.”
He nips my ear. “I know so.”
“I need to warm you up before I come.”
I shift, so we lie facing each other. Moving makes me even more aware of the slender plug.
I apply plenty of lube to my fingers and then warm up his arse.
He strokes my cock lightly. We kiss. Sometimes soft, teasing pecks, other times we make out for minutes at a time.
By the time three of my fingers are moving in and out of his arse effortlessly, I’m a jangling mess of desire.
It’s a wonder I haven’t come, but somehow, I’ve managed to keep my orgasm at bay.
Angus gloves me up, rubs lots of lube over my shaft and then goes onto his hands and knees in the doggy position.
I touch his arm. “No.”
He frowns and stares at me. “No?”
“I want to face you.”
We’ve never had sex facing one another. I’ve always been behind, jackhammering into him, whether he’s been kneeling, standing, or on all fours. Every time has been amazing, but right now, I want something different. Something more intimate. More loving.
He smiles beautifully. “Okay.”
I stand, slowly, gingerly, ultra-aware of the hardness of the plug. “Come to the edge of the bed. Lay on your back.”
He does so, his feet on the floor, his arse right on the edge. Gently, I lift his legs, so they're raised on either side of my body, his feet just above the height of my shoulders. I support the back of his thighs and stare into his eyes as I ease myself inside him.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yes.” It’s an odd sensation, being buried balls deep inside his hot, tight arse, while the plug stimulates mine.
I stare down his body, over the pronounced ridges of his muscles, to his face, finally settling on staring into his eyes.
I move my hips, slow and shallow at first, while I get used to how the plug feels as I do so.
He skims his fingertips over my thighs and stares at me with a soft, gooey expression on his face.
His eyes sparkle with light and life. His arse hugs my shaft tight.
Gradually, I thrust faster and then harder.
The plug ceases to be a strange thing and becomes part of my pleasure.
As it stimulates my prostate, I work harder to stimulate Angus’.
I want to make this the best sex we’ve ever had.
I pant, grunt, and groan as I do everything within my power to make it wonderful.
To make it last. Oh, fuck, I want it to last. His skin becomes flushed.
He bites his lip and groans. He drops his hands from my thighs and twists them into the quilt.
Through it all, he keeps eye contact with me, even as he tugs his brows together and makes the most beautiful expressions of desire.
“Professor!” He flings his head back, his whole body trembling as his arse squeezes my cock tighter than ever before. His cock jerks and splatters cum over his abs and chest.
I come right after, emptying my balls inside him. I wish, fuck, do I wish, I was bare right now. I want to load him up with my cum and watch it dribble out of his arse afterwards. I want to feel him without a barrier, no matter how thin, getting between us.
Gasping, I collapse over him, squishing his cum between our hot, sweaty bodies.
We hold each other and kiss.
“That was so good,” Angus whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “What’s twenty per cent of seven hundred and eighty?”
I chuckle. He gently eases the plug out of my arse.
“One hundred and fifty-six. Fuck, you’re amazing.”
He smiles lovingly. “So are you.”
I’m dimly aware of floating towards wakefulness, sensation gradually returning to my limbs.
Angus is lying against me, my numb arm around him, his body warm, his heart beating lazily.
His hard cock presses against my thigh. My cock is engorged too.
The pressure of my morning wood is intense, but I’m too sleepy, too heavy, to do anything about it.
He stirs and brushes his lips against my nipple, which hardens instantly. “Morning, Professor.” His voice is soft, slurred, and quiet, suggesting he’s only a little more awake than I am.
“Morning.” My reply is nothing more than a barely-there mumble.
I’m conscious enough to understand how nice it is to wake up next to him. The quilt and sheet rustle. I’m aware of this absence because my side is suddenly cold. I whimper, reaching for him without opening my eyes.
Something nudges my legs apart. I let it happen, too sleepy to resist, not that I want to.
Warmth settles between my thighs. Angus strokes my hip with rough, tender fingers.
He envelopes my cock in the damp warmth of his mouth and, God, it feels so good.
Am I dreaming, awake, or somewhere in between? Whichever it is, I’m in heaven.
I groan. Need spirals in my groin. I fumble about until I find Angus’s head and twist my fingers into his hair.
I thrust before I realise I’m doing it, grunting as I fuck him.
If this is a dream, it’s the best wet dream I’ve ever had.
So real. So intense. So wonderful. My stomach crunches as I come and shoot my load.
I moan through it, a loud, desperate sound that dissolves into pants.
I open my eyes, breathing hard, and stare him, his glistening lips still stretched around my cock. My heart quivers as his gaze meets mine, his eyes radiating desire.
Worry stabs at my chest. Condom. We needed to use a condom.
As though sensing my tension, Angus pulls off my cock and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Morning, Professor.”
I dip my gaze to my flaccid cock, unmistakably enveloped in a condom, my milky cum trapped in the tip. The air whooshes out of my lungs. Relief makes my skin tingle.
He lies half over me, grinning salaciously, before giving me a long, leisurely kiss. “Morning.”
I wrap my arm around him, holding him close. “Morning. That was a lovely way to wake up.”
“I thought you’d appreciate it.” He kisses me again, welcoming my tongue into his mouth and then sucking it. “One day, I’m going to wake you up like that and swallow your hot, sticky cum down.”
I tremble. My cock jerks, perking up far faster than it usually does. “You say the sexiest things.”
He waggles his brows. “I try.” He sits, straddling me, his fingers threaded through mine on either side of my head. He leans down, so we’re nose to nose. “One day, you’ll fuck me bare and fill me with your cum.”
I groan.
He smashes his mouth to mine and grinds his hips over my cock. “I can’t wait for that day to come, Professor.”
“Nor can I.”
He lifts his head and shoulders a little, gazing at me with soft eyes. “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s been fun.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“You? Yes, absolutely.”
“I meant everything that comes with it. My messy life. The secrecy.”
“I told you I’m fine with all of it. Believe me.”
And what about after he graduates? If we’re still together, secrecy won’t be necessary. We’d be able to be together, openly. Will our passion for each other dissipate once the thrill of doing something naughty fades?
“Either you’re working through a maths problem in your head, or you’re thinking thoughts that are far too serious for first thing in the morning,” Angus says.
I chuckle. “The latter, I’m afraid.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“I’m thinking too far ahead. We should enjoy what we have, now.”
“I’m already doing that.” He wriggles his hips, making me groan. “This is the first time I’ve wanted to be with anyone for more than half a second.”
I knew that. He told me that. We’re at different places in our lives. I’ve fallen in love. I’ve promised someone forever, only for it to fall apart. He’s a self-proclaimed man-slut, young and enjoying his life. Not that I’m old, but I am older.
“But I’m enjoying it so far. I want to be with you right now. Today. Surely that’s what matters?”
He’s right. Why worry about tomorrow, or next week, or next month?
He kisses me. “Stop thinking so hard and embrace the moment.”
I untangle my fingers from his and grasp his hips hard. “You might need to help me with that?”
“Oh? How?”
“Ride my cock, Angus. Ride me hard.”
He chuckles. “Now there’s an offer I can’t resist. The chance to ride my professor? Yes, please.”