“You’re being so good for me”—he pants—“taking my cock like this. Don’t worry, I’m going to give you all of it.”
It’s not worth arguing to make him go faster. Instead, I focus my efforts on enjoying the feeling as he pushes in an inch at a time. When he bottoms out, he buries his face in my neck. “Fuck, Aidan. You're so tight around me.”
It takes a minute for me to adjust to him inside me. It’s not long before I’m desperate for him to move. Or do something. Anything at this point. “Covey—” I croak out. “Please. Move.”
He takes direction well, pulling back until he’s nearly out of me, before pushing back in. I let out a long, guttural moan at the movement. He catches my eye, checking in to make sure I’m okay. When I give him a nod, he snaps his hips.
His eyes stay on me, but the concern fades, turning into something more carnal. The way he looks at me is incredible. It nearly breaks me to watch the pleasure on his face each time he thrusts into me. It’s not the hard, forceful manner I expected. Instead, he’s using slow, sensual thrusts. It’s almost too much. The way he slides in and out of me, the tender way he runs his hand over my side. The way he meets my eyes in between heated kisses.
I’d stay like this forever if I could, but my body is racing toward orgasm. Between the way he feels inside of me and the way his body rubs against my cock with each thrust, I’m not going to last much longer.
“Covey—” I moan. “I’m close.”
“Yeah? Gonna make a mess and come for me?”
Those words are enough to send me over the edge, my orgasm slamming into me as my cock pulses between us.
“Oh, fuck. Aidan.” Covey slams into me a few more times before he groans, and I feel his cock pulse inside me.
Covey collapses on top of me. He’s heavier than Iexpected, but I like the weight on me, reminding me that he’s here.
Eventually, he pulls out and rolls off to the side. “Give me a second,” he says as he removes the condom and ties it off, tossing it into a waste basket next to the bed. I don’t know how he’s finding the ability, because I can’t even find the energy to speak yet. Thankfully, he doesn’t ask me to; instead, he gets up and pads out of the room.
A few minutes—or maybe longer, I might have dozed off a bit—he comes back carrying two washcloths. I reach for one, but he pulls his hand back. “Let me.”
I can’t watch as he washes me gently, using one to clean the lube from my crack and the other to clean the cum off my stomach. It’s too pure, too perfect.
When he stops, I open my eyes and find him examining me. “Sorry, sleepy,” I lie.
He chuckles. “Go to sleep then. What time do you need to get up in the morning?” I do some quick math, since I’ll need to go home to shower and change before driving to work. “Six.”
Covey groans but sets the alarm on his phone and puts it on the charger. Mine’s somewhere, but I’ve decided it’s tomorrow’s problem. I can charge it in the car. Right now, I’m too warm and comfortable to worry about it.
“Good night, myschatje.”
“What does that mean?Scha-achke?”
“Um… it’s like sweetie in Dutch.”
“Hmm… say it again?” I can barely keep my eyes open, but I want to hear it one more time.
“Sleep tight,schatje.”
CHAPTER 21
AIDAN
Ican’t stop fidgeting. The straw wrapper sits in the middle of the table, torn into a hundred little pieces. I don’t even want the straw; I need something to keep my hands busy.
Silas is late.
Okay, it’s only two minutes, but it’s still late. And, since I got here twenty minutes early, it feels like I’ve been waiting forever.
“Whoa.” I look up to find Silas behind me, taking in the scene at our table. “That bad, huh?”
It only takes me a second to figure out what he’s looking at. The entire table is covered in napkin and straw wrapper confetti. I may have a lot in common with our students.The only difference is that I’ll clean up my mess.
“I’m stressed, okay?”
