Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I lift and lower, try to focus on the pleasure, on the feel of him thrusting up and into me, until he’s grunting, making deep moaning sounds, dick twitching inside me as he loses himself to his orgasm.
“Please,” I ask.
Colton spits in his hand, stroking me until I join him, cum spurting on his chest, sliding between his fingers as he continues to bring me to release.
Sir rolls me off him, to my back, and I go easily. “I’ll be right back.” He kisses my shoulder, then disappears into the bathroom. He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth and his bag. He wipes the cum off me, then rolls me onto my front. When I hear a bottle, I look over my shoulder to see him squirt something into his hand.
“It’s for your ass. I should have done it earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”
The cream immediately begins to soothe my stinging skin, and while I appreciate it, I don’t want the burn to go away either, craving the reminder.
He pulls me close when he lies down with me again, Colton on his back, me in the crook of his arm, my head on his shoulder.
“Was it what you needed?” He fingers my hair.
“It was.” I pause, consider, then ask, “For you too? I want to be good for you.” He does so much for me, and I don’t have much to offer him except this.
“You’re so fucking good for me, dreamer. The best I’ve ever had.”
“I doubt that.”
He smacks my thigh. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No.” But I guess I kinda am. “It’s hard for me…to see myself that way.”
“As something good? You are, James. You’re good for me, you’re good for your students, and you’re damn sure good for those kids.”
I hope so…I want to be. I nuzzle in closer. “Tell me more about your family,” I ask, but he doesn’t reply right away, doesn’t say a word. I consider all the things I could have done wrong. Am I not supposed to want to know about him? Not supposed to ask and just wait until he offers? I push away slightly so I can look at him. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No. You just never ask about me. It’s nice.”
Guilt body-slams my heart. Do I really not ask about him? I rack my brain, thinking about the things he’s told me, and he’s right—each and every time he’s offered me information about himself, about Hannah, but I’ve never asked. What the fuck is wrong with me? “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this…but I’m trying.” I want to be better. I’m determined to be better.
“You’re doing fine, James.” He pulls me back down close to him. “It’s mostly been just me, my mom, and Dakota—he’s my younger brother. My dad left us when we were young.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. That had to be tough.”
“It was, but we made it. I was lucky to have them. My mom…she’s great. You’ll like her,” he says as if I’ll ever meet her. Does he want me to meet her? Do I want to? But how can I? Hi, I’m your son’s teacher, he’s fucking me, oh, and I happen to be twelve years older than him. Great to make your acquaintance. “So even though we didn’t have him, she made up for it. I know how lucky I am to have the mom I do.” He kisses the top of my head, as if to say, I’m sorry you didn’t have a mom like her.
“What’s she like? And your brother? Are you all still close?”
I ask all the questions I’ve never asked him before, and Colton answers them. He tells me about school too and his desire to be an architect. How he’s always loved buildings and the thought of designing them. How he loves working on cars too, especially with Hannah, but it’s not his dream.
“What?” he asks.
“What, what?”
“You made a sound when I said Hannah.” He pulls back and looks at me. “You don’t like her?”
Well, shit. Now I’m embarrassed. I have a feeling my face is as red as my ass. “She’s great. I’m just… You love her.”
He frowns, then smiles, clearly pleased about something. “You’re jealous?”
“What? No!” But I am. He’s ruining me.
He rolls over on top of me, pressing me to my back. “I like that you’re jealous.” He kisses me. “But you have no reason to be. I love Hannah, but I’m not in love with her. We thought that for a while when we were younger and I lost my virginity with her, but it wasn’t right. She’s a sister to me and a lesbian.”
I laugh. That does change things.
“I should go,” I say when we settle down. I don’t want to, but I need to. “The kids.”
“That’s fine. I get it. Can I see you next Friday too?”