Chapter 14
Pierce
I readjust the blanket over the back of the couch, not knowing what to do. I did all my usual stuff. I had breakfast, exercised, did paperwork, and answered emails. By the time I was done, it was only 11 a.m., and Wesley wouldn’t be here until 2 p.m. So I decided to clean up the place. I vacuumed and washed all the dishes, including the three dishes from my breakfast, and then I did the laundry. Now that I’m done, I try sitting down and reading a book to calm my nerves.
Fuck, why am I nervous?
The obvious answer would be that I seem to have jumped into a secret relationship with my employee, but more than that, it’s because I’ve jumped, period. I invited him to my home. My sanctuary. No one comes here. Not even my friends.
But still, my nerves are on high alert.
Wesley is cool. I like him, even though I shouldn’t. He knows the risk of us getting fired. I never thought he’d rat me out or anything, so why can’t I calm down?
You know.
A voice in my head pops up, making me rub my temples.
You want him to have the best experience with you. You want him to never want to leave. You want him to like you.
And that’s the kicker. As much as I want to think I’m anti-relationship, Wesley is putting a massive asterisk on that. I thought about it after my talk with Brenda, and she’s right.
I’m falling for him.
For once, the thought doesn’t scare me. Sure, it makes me nervous, but I don’t have the urge to run for the hills. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have invited Wesley over.
Being rejected by that woman in college was hard to come back from, and I think those fears still linger, making butterflies take off in my belly. But there’s something about Wesley that makes me want to dive in.
I get up from my chair and start pacing in my living room. The battle within me starts to calm down when I think about Wesley. The way he laughs as he’s making drinks. The way he feels under me. The way I feel when I’m around him. Secure and safe. I grin to myself, thinking about how I only freak out when he leaves the room but never when he’s around. The answer has been under my nose the whole time.
There is a knock on the door, and I flinch at the sudden noise.
Showtime.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly before opening the door. Wesley stands on the other side in a grey T-shirt and jeans. His hair is tousled, and a few strands hang over his forehead.
Fuck, he’s sexy.
“Hey,” he says, smiling and lifting a bottle of wine. “Wasn’t sure if I was supposed to bring anything.”
“That’s fine,” I chuckle, taking the wine from him and letting him in. I inhale the subtle trace of his cologne, and my mouth waters.
Breathe, man. Take it easy. Give him a minute to settle in before you pounce.
I shut the door and watch him look over my apartment as I set the wine on the kitchen counter. It’s an open-concept space, so I can see through the living room and the kitchen through to the balcony from the front door.
“Nice place,” he says, hands in pockets, almost like he’s afraid to touch anything.
He looks over a glass peacock on the console table behind the couch.
I realize that everything in my apartment, though sentimental to me, doesn't seem very homely. Black and white aesthetic with leather furniture and a couple of glass sculptures here and there. Some wood here and there and books on shelves on one wall. There’s no TV, rugs, or paintings.
In the house where I grew up, there was too much stuff. I think that’s why I like this minimal look. I can see everything I own. Everything here is here because I want it to be, not because I forgot to put it somewhere else or throw it out.
I stand next to him as we admire the peacock I bought when I first got the apartment.
“Pretty, huh?” I ask, nudging him slightly with my shoulder.
“Yeah.” He smiles. “Where did you get it?”
“There was an antique shop around the corner from my first apartment. I was looking to get something to make it, you know… mine. Everything was always Mom’s or Dad’s, so when I saw this, I thought, that’s it! Paid for it with my own money. It was my choice. I bought it because I like birds and I love how it sends rainbows around the room when the light hits it. It was shining around the store at the time, and I knew I wanted that in my place. It’s been with me ever since. I think I’ve been in three apartments, not including this one. Hopefully, this is my last. I want to get a house next.”
“You like birds?” Wesley asks.
“Yeah, I like how colourful they are and how each kind of bird makes different noises. Those birds that can mimic other sounds are so cool. What about you? You like birds?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m a regular bird whisperer. You saw me with that pigeon, right?” Wesley jokes.
I chuckle.
“Yes, I do recall that.”
At that moment, the light hits the peacock just right, and several rainbows cover the walls. It’s quite a sight. I know it’s just science, and I can probably do it with any glassware, but it’s still magical. Just those little specks of colour warm the room so much.
“A house, huh? Do you think you’ll stay in Vancouver?” Wesley asks.
I shrug, “Possibly. If I can find something I like.”
“What do you want?”
You.
“Well, I’d like a house with a lawn. I’d like to get a dog at some point. Maybe have some kids in the future.”
Wesley smiles. “I like that. I was kind of thinking the same thing. A family home.”
“Hmm, that sounds nice,” I hum.
My mind drifts off to a house Wesley and I could share. We’d have the peacock. Maybe one of the rooms could have pigeon wallpaper in it. Wesley’s art would hang on the wall, but we’d still keep it clutter-free if possible. I know that kids tend to come with a lot of stuff, so that might be something I’ll have to let go.
If he wants kids.
Should I ask that? Why not? We’ve been getting to know each other for a bit now, but that hasn’t come up.
“Kids?”
“Hmm?”
“Uh, what do you think of kids? You want some? One? Lots?”
Wesley looks into the distance as he thinks of his answer. “I think I want at least two kids. It might depend on my partner, though, if we have more. How many do you want?”
“Two sounds perfect,” I say, getting dangerously close to just admitting that I want to have kids with him. To have this house that I’ve come up with in my mind. All of it.
But he’s still my employee, so all of that is just a dream at the moment.
Wesley turns his head and looks at me with a soft, soft grin on his lips.
“What?” I ask nervously but with a smile.
“Nothing.” He looks me up and down. “You just look really hot today.”
I run my hand through my hair as I grin. I wore a black turtleneck, black slacks, and a grey blazer. With my glasses, it’s very much a school professor aesthetic. Though I didn’t wear them intentionally, I do have a few ideas on what to do this afternoon. Given how I look, that might be fun.
I lean into him, whispering in his ear, “Do you want to play?”
I feel him shiver, and that makes me smile.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes.
I lead him to my bedroom, which is to the left of the kitchen. I push my shoulders back and walk with a sense of confidence. I look back and see that Wesley’s eyes are on me as he follows me.
Good boy.
After entering my bedroom, I shut the door and turn to see Wesley, hands in pockets, now surveying the bedroom. It’s similar to the living room but with mostly blue tones instead of black and white.
It’s got a four-poster bed with the plushest mattress. And I’ve got toys in the drawers of my nightstands.
“So, what were you thinking of doing today?” Wesley asks, taking his hands out of his pockets and rubbing them together. I can tell that he’s a little nervous as he bites his lip.
“Well, first…” I walk to him and hold his face, bringing our lips together. Brushes him every so lightly before I press deeper. Our mouths open, and I push my tongue inside, playing with him, stroking his tongue with my own. Suddenly, the air in the room is swimming with lust and the temperature is up by a few notches.
I pull back from a panting Wesley and run my finger down the middle of his chest to his belt.
“You ever role-played before?” I ask, tugging at his belt.
He shakes his head.
“Would you like to try?” I ask.
He nods his head.
“Good,” I say, leaning my head to his ear and explaining what we’re going to do.
“Now be a good boy and kneel,” I say, then undo my belt.
Wesley drops to his knees and looks up at me through his lashes.
Goddamn, I’m not going to last long if he keeps looking at me like this.
I take out my cock and run it over his lips.
“Don’t suck yet, Boy,” I tell him.
“Yes, Professor.” He breathes, and I inwardly grin.
I don’t show how happy I am because I’m the naughty professor dealing with a problem student. I tap my cock against his lips a few times before saying in a deep gravelly voice, “Open.”
Instantly, Wesley’s lips part, and I sink down into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, gripping the back of his head and fucking his face.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” I groan.
Wesley tries to nod, but between my grip on his head and my cock in his mouth, he can’t move.
“You’ve been coming in late. Being a bother. Maybe a good mouth fucking will make you behave.”
I fuck his face with no mercy, and Wesley takes everything I’m giving him. I can see his erection pressing against his jeans, and I can only imagine how much he aches right now.
“That’s it, swallow your professor's cock. And don’t touch yourself until I say so.” I slide down his throat and feel him gag before releasing him.
He pants, his hands gripping his knees as he tries not to touch his cock. Because he’s not allowed until I let him.
I sink back into his hot mouth again and cup his jaw with my free hand.
“That’s a good boy. You’re such a good fucking boy. Taking your punishment like that. Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
Wesley hums, and I nearly unload right then and there. The vibrations are always what gets me in a blowjob.
“Fuck me,” I groan, and he hums again.
I can’t take it anymore, and I sink fully into his mouth, down his throat, and orgasm. My cock pours hot cum down his throat.
“Jesus!” I cry out.
After he sucks down the last drop, I pull back. I have to lean against the wall for a second to get my bearings. I think I might’ve lost them sometime during that mind-blowing orgasm.
I take off my jacket, suddenly way too fucking hot.
I help Wesley stand and take him to the bed, where I take off his shirt and undo his pants. But I don’t take him out. First, I turn him over and run my hands up and down his chest from behind.
“You did so well.” I kiss his neck, then palm his cock. “Do you want to come, Boy?”
“Yes,” Wesley hisses, pressing his backside against me.
“That was supposed to be a punishment, but I guess you did so well that I can give you a small reward.”
I lean him over my bed, telling him to place his palms on the mattress and leave them there. I head to one of the nightstands to get a dildo and some lube before returning. Then, peeling off his pants and underwear, I run my hand across his backside, his puckered hole begging to be fucked.
I give one cheek a playful slap before opening the bottle of lube and pouring it between his cheeks. Wesley gives me a small moan as I press my finger against his asshole and work myself inside.
“Fuck me,” he groans when I rub against his prostate.
“That feel good, baby?”
He nods his head and groans hungrily.
I take my time, and just the way he clenches around my finger has my cock twitching.
By the time I’m lubing up the dildo, Wesley is panting, and sweat is forming a thin sheen on his back. I kiss and lick down his spine, feeling him shiver.
“I’m going to fuck you with this dildo,” I tell him.
“Not your cock, Sir?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. You’re going to have to earn my cock, and you’re nowhere close. Now take a deep, slow breath.”
We both breathe deeply at the same time and as we exhale, I sink the dildo into his ass. Wesley’s lips part, and he grips the sheets as the toy sinks in inch by inch. Then, slowly, I pull it out before pushing it back in.
I do this several times. Taking my time fucking his ass. One hand on the dildo and the other palming his ass.
“You like that, Boy? You like my toys inside you?”
Wesley nods, and I give his ass a slap.
“Words.”
“Yes, Sir. Fuck. Yes, it’s so fucking good.”
I chuckle at his desperate tone. “Keep using your words, Boy, or I’ll get the ruler.”
He shivers, and I have no doubt he’d like that.
“Fuck, I love watching my toy sink inside you. I wish it was my cock. If only you’d been a good boy, you could have it.”
Wesley groans. “What do I have to do, Sir? What do I have to do to get your cock?”
I lean down, pressing my front against his back, whispering in his ear, “Beg me. You know how I love to hear you beg.”
Wesley spreads his legs wider, looking back at me, his eyes glazed over with lust.
“Please, Sir. Please, will you fuck my ass with your big cock? I want it inside me so bad.”
“What’s wrong with this?” I ask as I push the dildo further in.
“Ah, fuck. It’s great, but it’s not your cock, Sir. Fuck, I love your cock.”
Those words hit me somewhere deep. Maybe it’s the word love being tossed in there. He was only referring to my cock, but I think somewhere deep inside thinks, it also might apply to me.
“You do, do you?” I ask as I recover from that thought.
“Yes,” he pants and shoves his backside towards me. “Please. I’m begging you. I need you, Pierce, please.”
Fuck. He used my name, and that breaks me.
I pull the dildo out and chuck it to fuck knows where, then pour some lube into my dick.
“Are you clear?” I ask, positioning my bare cock at his hole.
“Yeah, I got tested a couple weeks ago and haven’t been with anyone but you.”
“Same,” I reply. “Do you want my bare cock inside you?”
I hold my breath for the two seconds that he does answer before exhaling as a “yes” comes out of his mouth.
“Then I want you to look at me when I fuck you,” I say, turning him over onto his back and pushing him up farther into the bed.
Wesley spreads his legs and lets me sink inside him.
“Motherfucker…” I groan as he encapsulates me.
I’ve never been bare with someone in my whole life. Thank fuck that Wesley is my first.
“Jesus, that feels so fucking good.” Wesley groans, pawing at my back and wrapping his legs around me. “Fuck. Fuck me, Pierce. Please. Fuck me hard.”
I do just that, gripping his waist with one hand and propping my other on the pillow next to his head.
“You like that, baby?” I say through gritted teeth, the professor act over. “You like my cock inside you, filling you up?”
Wesley nods and holds my waist.
In all the experiences I’ve had, nothing comes close to this moment, looking into Wesley’s eyes, bare cock inside of him, him pulsing around me. I cup his face and lean down so I can get closer to him. We move as one, his hips rolling along with mine. I’ve never felt more deeply connected to another human being in my entire life.
I don’t know what the future holds. All I know is that I want this feeling to last forever.
All I know is that I’m done denying myself. Denying myself the chance of being with someone who loves me, who wants me just as much as I want him.
Fuck, am I going to do it? Take the plunge?
I think I am.
“Jerk yourself off, baby. Make yourself come,” I growl.
Wesley licks his palm, then reaches down and wraps his fist over his erection, running it up and down his shaft.
I look down and groan. “That’s it, baby.”
Fuck he looks so good doing that.
I look into his eyes and watch the lust dance in them. He’s close. And so am I. I feel my balls draw up, and I fuck him harder and faster until pleasure shoots down my spine like lightning.
I come, groaning his name as he calls out mine. I fill him up, and his cum shoots between us. I grip his cock over his hand and keep his orgasm going as long as I can because nothing beats this—the vulnerable look in his eyes as he’s floating on cloud nine. It makes me want more. More of us. More of this. Hell, I even have this urge for him to fuck me, something that I don’t do often. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I let someone inside me.
Fuck. How could I say no to this?
Truth is, I can’t. Not anymore.