Chapter 17 Richard
RICHARD
It’s our last afternoon at the cottage. Apart from a short break every hour and a longer one at lunchtime, Angus has been revising solidly all day.
I finished my marking and planning days ago, but I’ve been enjoying quiet reading time and sneaking several peaks at Angus’ concentration face.
He gently nibbles the left corner of his bottom lip.
When he’s puzzled by something, a vertical slash forms between his brows, and he pinches his lips together.
He’s always sexy, but especially so when he’s being studious.
I’ll be shocked if he doesn’t ace his finals.
I come to the end of my chapter, slot a bookmark in and wander over to where Angus is sitting at the dining room table.
I ruffle his hair and kiss his head. He pauses long enough to smile at me and welcome a tender kiss on the lips.
I leave him to it and go and shower, ensuring I’m clean everywhere.
Afterwards, I don’t bother getting dressed. Instead, I wrap the large, white, fluffy towel around my waist and return to Angus. He’s still working.
I lean down and nuzzle his neck. “I think you’ve done enough for today.”
He chuckles. “Do you?”
“I do.”
“Well, I guess you would know, Professor.”
The way he says that still makes me shiver as much as the first time. Especially when he stresses the word as seductively as he just did.
“My brain is turning to mush.”
“We can’t have that.”
“No.” He yawns, stretches, and leans his head back onto my shoulder. “You’re naked.”
“Not quite.”
He glances down and around. “A towel doesn’t count as clothes. I didn’t hear you have a shower. Why didn’t you ask me to join you?”
I kiss his jaw. “You were very engrossed in your revision. Besides, I wanted to surprise you.”
He frowns. “Surprise me?”
I pull a chair close and sit, with my bare knees touching his thigh. “It’s our last night here.”
He grimaces. “Don’t remind me. I’m not ready to go back to reality.”
“I’m pretty sure this place is real. And it’s not like you’ve taken a holiday. You’ve been working hard.”
“So have you.”
I smile proudly. “Nowhere near as hard as you. You’ve been inspirational this fortnight.”
Angus snorts. “Hardly. I really want to pass, Richard. I need to do well. It feels like my whole future is riding on these exams. My course was packed. That’s a lot of fresh-faced graduates all vying for jobs.”
My heart squeezes. “You’re worried?”
“I need to prove Dad wrong. He thinks I’m wasting my time. He thinks I’ll end up working alongside him and taking over the farm after all. But I don’t want that. I want to live my own life. Do my own thing. Be my own person. Create my own future. Is that selfish?”
I stroke his hand. “No. Not at all. And you’ll do all those things, because you’re dedicated and driven. Just don’t tell any of your maths jokes when you go for interviews.”
He pouts. “You don’t think interviewers would appreciate them?”
“No. Sorry.”
He deepens his pout, which is adorable. I kiss him until his pout melts away like butter.
“Do you appreciate my maths jokes?” He gives me puppy eyes.
“I appreciate everything about you.”
His eyes light up. “Why can’t your nose grow to twelve inches long?”
I groan internally as I guess the answer. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Because then it would be a foot.” He grins.
I kiss him again. “That was bad.”
“Eh, maybe. I’m sorry. You said you wanted to surprise me, and then I completely derailed you.”
I chuckle. “I don’t mind.”
“Sooo… What’s my surprise?”
“Me.”
Confusion flashes across his face.
“I’ve been working my way up through training plugs.”
He widens his eyes, looking for all the world like a lightbulb just went off in his head. “Anal plugs?” he whispers.
“Yes. Why are we whispering?”
“I have no idea.”
We laugh.
Once I’ve got hold of myself, I say, “I think I’m ready for you.”
He hitches in a breath. “You’re asking me to top you?”
“Yes.” Excitement and nervous anticipation swirl around each other in my chest.
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I want to feel you inside me, Angus.”
He shivers. “Well, how can I refuse when you ask so nicely, Professor?”
Electricity zips down my spine.
“Bedroom?”
My face becomes flushed. “As hot as it would be for you to bend me over the table and fuck me here, I think the bed would be more comfortable, don’t you?”
Angus nods. “Tables are great for fast, hard sex. But I think we should take it a lot slower. Lots of foreplay.” He leans closer. “Lots of teasing.” Presses his lips against mine. “I’ll take it slow. I’ll be gentle.” He slips his tongue into my mouth.
I groan against his lips.
“I’ll take care of you, Professor.”
My cock stiffens, tenting the towel. “I know you will.”
He takes my hand and stands. The towel slips and falls to the floor.
I don’t care. He leads me to the bedroom, and I follow, my heart pattering, goosebumps forming on my arms, lifting the dark, whisper-fine hair there.
He closes the curtains, puts lube and a condom within easy reach, and then puts his hands on the hem of his T-shirt.
I still his hands. “Let me.”
He nods and stands still while I undress him, kissing his skin as I expose it.
By the time I’m done, his cock is hard as a rod and standing to attention.
I lick my lips and gulp. His cock is beautiful, thick, long, with pronounced veins.
It’s bigger than any of the anal plugs I’ve used over the last few weeks.
Can I take him? It’s been years since I’ve bottomed for anyone.
Wearing a training plug for a short while isn’t the same as having sex.
“We can switch,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “You know I love being on the receiving end.”
“I want this. I want you.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
We end up on the bed, limbs tangled, bodies pressed together, lips fused.
We don’t need to talk. We’re in perfect synch.
Every touch is sublime. Every kiss makes me melt.
Every moan that escapes his lips fills me with joy.
It’s like we’ve learnt a language that no one else knows.
We speak it fluently. It’s the language of desire—the language of love.
My heart trembles. Oh, fuck, I need him so much.
He knows the moment I’m relaxed enough to start teasing me.
He puts lube on my crack and his finger, and plays with my pucker, twirling his fingertip around it, pressing the pad of his finger over it.
I shiver. My arse muscles twitch and flutter in response to every light, playful touch.
And we kiss. My tongue in his mouth. His tongue in mine.
Our lips barely parting. We breathe the same air.
Our hearts beat in harmony, the quick rhythm of yearning.
He pushes his finger gently through my tight ring of muscle.
I gasp and then claim his mouth. His finger feels so good inside me, thick, yet thinner than the largest training plug I used.
He wiggles his finger, crooks it, and strokes the pad over my prostate.
I hold him tighter. Kiss him harder. I’m high on the heat of his body, the hard ripple of his muscles beneath my palms, the way he’s taking care of me.
He slips a second finger inside me. A deep, throaty groan tears out of me. He swallows it with a longing kiss.
“You good, Professor?”
“So good.”
I kiss him feverishly, while practically humping his fingers. I’d forgotten how good this felt.
“You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“I am.” I cup his jaw and kiss him with every ounce of desire that’s swirling within me. “I’m ready for you, Angus. I need you inside me.”
He nods, slips his fingers out of me, gloves his cock up, and lathers plenty of lube all over it.
We shift position, so I’m on my back, legs spread wide.
He kneels between them and strokes his hands up and down my thighs.
I’m aching for him, yet there’s a slight tremble of doubt.
A quiver of worry. What if he’s too big? What if it hurts?
He leans down and kisses me, his wet cock grazing along my stomach as he does so. “Do me a favour, Professor.”
“Anything.”
“I want to know how many decimal places you know Pi to.”
I knot my brows together. “Pi? Why?”
He smiles. “Trust me.”
I do, with all my heart. He pecks my lips, kneels upright, holds the root of his cock with one hand and nudges the head of it against my hole. “Impress me with your knowledge of Pi, Professor.”
Well, fuck. Who knew talking about maths could be so sexy? “Three point one four—”
He applies a little more pressure against my quivering hole.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Stay focused, Professor. Everyone knows that much. I’m not impressed yet. Impress me.”
I want to. So fucking badly. “One five nine two—”
He pushes the very tip of his cock inside me, opening me up. I’m trembling, and desire is flooding through me, and it’s hard to think.
“More, Professor.”
It’s me who should say that. I should be begging him for more. Instead, I fulfil his request. “Six five three five eight nine—”
He pushes deeper inside me. Achingly slowly and oh, so gently. My muscles relax, and my channel parts around him.
“You’re so sexy, do you know that, Professor? So damned sexy. Do you know more? Because you’re really turning me on right now. How much more do you know?”
It’s getting harder to think as he pushes his cock deeper.
It’s rubbing over my prostate now. I’m astounded my body is accepting his huge member so easily.
He did such an amazing job of warming me up.
He’s taking good care of me, exactly like he said he would.
I’m drowning in ecstasy. My body hums with desire.
He’s inside me. This beautiful, wonderful, caring man. My heart throbs and trembles.
“More, Professor. Please?”
Where was I up to? Ah, yes. “Seven nine three two three—”
“So damned sexy.” He nuzzles my neck and nips my jaw as he moves his hips slowly, moving back and forth within me with such tenderness that it brings tears to my eyes. “I don’t think I’m going to last long if you keep talking dirty like that.”
I laugh. “Pi is dirty?”
“It is when it’s coming out of your delicious mouth, Professor. Tell me more.”
“Eight—Four—Six—Two.” A needy gasp or a desperate groan punctuates each number.
I’m losing myself in him. My worries about how big he is flutter away, replaced by desire.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me.
He moans and slams his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply as he makes love to me.
We are making love, and it is beautiful.
His body blanketing mine. His breath on my skin.
His hands on my body. His lips on mine. His cock in me.
“Six—Four—Three—Three—” My voice rises as the promise of orgasm draws ever closer. I’m desperate to feel. To feel him come inside me. To feel him tremble as I orgasm with him deep inside me. To share this wondrous moment with him.
Then it hits me. Hard. Fast. So powerful, it knocks the air out of my lungs. My body shudders and shivers, and I cry out. “Eight! Three! Two! Seven! Nine!” What’s the next number? Oh, who fucking cares? I yell nine into the void over and over as my orgasm runs its course.
He comes with a delicious shiver and a delightful groan that reverberates through me. He holds me tightly, kissing me, trembling for me.
Then he laughs. “There aren’t that many nines in a row in Pi, Professor.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Fairly.”
“And how much of it do you know off by heart?”
“Hardly any of it, which is why you’re so fucking sexy and amazing and brilliant. Fuck, I love you.”
I roll him onto his back and kiss him hard, before staring into his eyes. “I love you, too.” I’m not falling. I have fallen. Hard. Possibly irretrievably, and I couldn’t be happier.
We lay, exhausted, holding and stroking each other, whilst trading soft, lazy kisses. Even though the curtains are closed, I can tell the sky is darkening outside. The day, and our holiday, is nearing its end.
“I don’t want to hide my feelings for you,” I say.
“You won’t have to for much longer. But we need to, for now. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
I sigh and kiss his hair. “Thank you for understanding why we can’t go public now.” Even though I want to.
“Soon,” he whispers.
Yes, soon. Now we’ve had a taste of what it’s like to simply be together without having to hide, ‘soon’ feels like an eternity away.
But really, it’s less than three months.
Angus will graduate. My divorce will be much closer to being finalised.
And we’ll be together. No more hiding. No more lying. I can’t wait.