Chapter 19 Richard
RICHARD
“I’ve missed you.” I breathe the words into Angus’ neck, as I inhale his musky scent.
I mean it with every fibre of my being. We went from seeing each other as often as possible, albeit secretly, to mainly communicating via text messages while he concentrated on his exams. Fuck, I missed him.
A small part of me had wondered if my infatuation would dim and fade, but, if anything, it’s grown stronger. Does he feel the same way?
“I missed you, too, Professor.”
I shiver, like I always do when he calls me that. It’s one of many things I’ve missed about him, such as the sound of his voice, the feel of him in my arms, the press of his lips, and his gorgeous smile.
We’re in our spot, at the end of the dirt track that Elle can get down with bumpy ease, overlooking the city. I brought a giant picnic blanket and food for us to enjoy under the stars. It’s a lot warmer than when we first got together, warm enough that we don’t need coats as we sit side by side.
“Feeling confident about your exams?” I ask.
Angus holds up his hand and wobbles it from side to side. “I won’t know until early July.” He sucks in a breath. “It’s not far away, but feels like forever at the same time.”
I chuckle. “Trust me, I know the feeling. I have a lot of exam papers to mark.”
“I bet you do. Are you sure you should be here, with me, rather than home, marking?”
“I’d rather be here.”
“I don’t want you to get into trouble on my account.”
I nuzzle his jaw. “I won’t. I’ve got the marking under control. I have fewer lectures to give at the moment. I’ve divided the marking across a set number of days, so I know how many I need to mark to stay on target, and I’ve planned in three extra days, just in case.”
“In case—?”
“I get sick, or a gorgeous guy wants my undivided attention. That’s you, by the way.”
Angus sniggers. “I know.”
I put my fingers on his jaw and turn his face towards me so I can kiss him tenderly. I missed the taste of him so much.
“I have something to show you.”
“Oh?”
I take out my phone, bring up my latest test results, and show them to him.
He releases a little squeak. “Does that mean we can go bare now?”
“If you still want to, yes.”
“I do!” He puts his hand on my hip, pulls me closer, and kisses me with toe-curling passion.
I reciprocate, stealing control of the kiss as I plunge my tongue into his mouth. He hums against my lips, a pleasing, vibrating sound which devolves into a throaty groan.
When the kiss ends, he licks his lips, nudges my nose with his, and stares into my eyes. “Now?”
“In Elle?”
He shakes his head and pats the blanket. “Here?”
My breath catches in my throat.
“No one comes here.”
My heart hammers. Can I trust his assertion?
True, it’s the third time we’ve been here, and we didn’t see a soul the last two times.
But we can’t possibly be the only people who know about this place, nor the only people with a vehicle capable of getting down the track.
Having sex in the back of the Land Rover is one thing, but in the open, on a picnic blanket? Is that a thrill I’m willing to risk?
“I figured it would be more romantic than the back of Elle. No offence to the old girl, but it’s a bit cramped and uncomfortable back there.”
He’s right. The benches are too narrow to do anything other than fuck doggy style, which is fine for fast, fun sex, but the wispy tremor of his voice suggests he wants more than that.
“You want it to be special?” I ask.
“I’ve never gone bare before. It’s a big deal. For me, anyway. I get it isn’t for everyone, but it is for me.”
“Maybe we should wait until we’ve got a bed.”
“Maybe. Do you want to?”
It could be two or three months before we’re able to share a bed again, which is a long time. I want to feel him without a condom encasing my dick. I want to be close to him. Come in him.
“We’d hear a vehicle approaching long before it gets here, and I’ve got a spare blanket,” Angus says.
My heart is still galloping, but this time through desire rather than fear and, yes, the thrill of doing something naughty. I run my hand through his hair, before gripping it, kissing him, and pushing him onto the blanket.
“Is that a yes?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
I kiss him again, loving the curve of his lips as he smiles into it.
“Let me grab the blanket and some lube. Two secs.” He slips away from me.
I lay on my back, smiling at the stars, marvelling at how quickly my life has changed. For the better, which is an odd thing to say, considering the catalyst for change was catching my wife cheating on me.
Angus returns, snuggling up to me. “Happy thoughts?”
“Very happy.” I roll onto my side, prop myself on my elbow, and stroke his jaw. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We kiss, cuddle, fondle, and slowly undress one another.
We take our time, savouring precious moments together in lingering early summer warmth.
Crickets play a symphony in the woods behind us, and a breeze disturbs the branches, leaves, and grass.
But, other than the smacking of lips and contented moans, there are no other sounds.
We are completely alone and utterly lost in each other.
Once we’re naked, I lie between his splayed legs.
I tangle one hand in his hair and caress his powerful chest and abs with the other, as I continue to kiss him.
I am intoxicated by him. He makes me feel daring, naughty, and happier than I ever thought possible.
The way he holds my love handles, sweeping his thumbs back and forth, makes me feel good about myself.
Wanted. Desirable. I’m hard. Our hearts throb in a rhythm of desire.
I need him so badly. want to make love to him, come inside him, and fill him with my cum.
“I need you.” My voice is a husky, needy whisper.
“Need you, too.” He reaches for the lube, pops the cap, and squeezes a giant blob onto my waiting fingers.
I slip my hand between his legs, find his hole and stroke the quivering ring of muscle.
He shivers, sucks in a breath, and then kisses me hard.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth and my finger into his hole.
I will never get over how good the clenching throb of his muscles feels around my finger. They feel even better around my cock.
I don’t stop kissing him while I warm and stretch his arse, gradually increasing the number of fingers I slip inside him. I’m torn between wanting to rush so that I can be inside him faster and wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Everything is perfect, especially him.
“I’m ready,” he pants.
“Are you sure?”
He chuckles. “I’ve been ready for a while, but you seemed to be having so much fun finger-fucking me, that I decided to let you carry on.”
“You’re having fun, too, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’ve had enough of the starter. I want the main course, Professor. I want your cock, inside me, now.”
I tut. “Demanding.”
“When it comes to wanting you, yes.” He thrusts his hips up, momentarily grinding our hard cocks together. “Please, Professor? Make love to me.”
“Gladly.”
He squeezes lube onto my hard, aching length. I use my already lube-slicked fingers to distribute the clear substance until my cock is glistening in the starlight. I kneel between his legs, hold his hips, and stare into his eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“About wanting you?”
I smile and shake my head. “I know you’re sure about that. About wanting me bare.”
“Very sure. The surest I’ve ever been about anything. Make me yours, Professor. Claim me.”
I suck in a breath and lick my lips. Oh, fuck. I didn’t think I could want him more, but now I do. I press the head of my cock against his hole, letting him feel the combined dampness of my precum and the lube. He gasps, shudders, and stares at me with intense desire.
“I want you, Professor. I need you.”
I want him, too. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone. I need him as surely as I need to breathe air to live.
He applies coaxing pressure on my arm. His expression becomes pleading.
I slide inside him. Slowly. Savouring every second.
I moan as his arse hugs my cock. I’ve been inside him dozens of times by now, but this, without the barrier of a condom, is so much better.
More intense. More intimate. More everything.
I lean down and cover his lips with my own, kissing him desperately as I rock my hips and make love to him slowly and tenderly.
He wraps his legs around me, pulling me deeper into him, runs his fingers through my hair, and drags his nails over my back.
He shows me how much he wants me with every whimper, every moan, every reciprocal grind of his hips.
I’m deep inside him one moment, barely the next.
Each thrust brings me closer to the brink of orgasm, but I fight against it, needing to make love to him as long as possible.
The breeze whispers over my now sweaty skin, unable to cool the fire that blazes inside me for this wonderful man.
I quicken my pace. Kiss him harder. Plunge my tongue deeper.
Hold him tighter. He responds beautifully to it all, his desire tangible in his needy gasps, trembling moans, and the desperate way he touches and caresses me.
“Come inside me, Professor!” He pulls his brows together, tips his head back, and comes, his body trembling as his arse squeezes my cock tight. He releases his seed, splattering his stomach and chest.
The feel of him around my length and the sight of him coming undone tips me over the edge. I come inside him, thrusting through my stomach clenching orgasm. He gasps, clings onto me, and welcomes my tongue as I kiss him deeper than ever before.
Panting, I hold him, caress him, and stare into his eyes.
We’re trembling. I realise the air has gotten cooler, the breeze stronger.
Trembling gives way to shivering. I ease out of him, noting my cum drizzling out of his arse.
It’s such a beautiful sight. Yet one I’m prepared to hide to keep him warm.
I grab the blanket and lay it over us. We lie, side by side, cocooned in each other’s arms.
“That was amazing. Thank you,” he whispers. His voice holds a tremor of emotion.
I get it. I’m feeling overwhelmed, too. “Are you okay?” I ask, needing to know for sure.
This was a big deal for him. I might not be able to comprehend why. I only need to understand that it was.
“Yes.”
“Was it everything you thought it would be?”
“And more. Would—would you let me make love to you bare?”
All right, maybe I do get it. I’ve always been the giver when I’ve gone bare. First with Ashley, now with Angus. The thought of having his cum inside me makes my heart tremble and swell. But I know I want it. No hesitation. No reservations.
I peck his lips. “Yes.”
“Let’s not bother with condoms anymore.”
“You don’t need to convince me.”
He smiles. “I didn’t think I needed to.” He sighs happily. “This has been an amazing night, thank you.”
“It’s not over yet. We still have a picnic to eat.”
“Later.” He pulls me closer for a longing kiss. “Much later.”
“That’s fine by me.”