“Why is that so sexy?”
He shrugged, and I reached up, pushing my fingers into his thick beard and grabbing gently to pull him down to my level. A rumble emanated from the back of his throat, and he gripped my hips, picking me up and placing me on the bar pass-through between the kitchen and the living area.
Tugging at my zipper, he pulled my pants down to midthigh. I gasped when my cheeks hit the counter, and I swore a thousand oaths to de-assify the surface as soon as we were done.
Before I could consider the logistics of cleanup, Major fell onto my cock, completely wild. As he took me to the root, he undid his own button and zipper and began stroking himself. I wasquickly approaching the point of no return, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Fuck me, Major. Please.”
He grunted in response and pulled away, moving his hand from his cock. My jeans fell to my feet as I hopped off the counter. I awkwardly snagged a belt loop to pull them up enough to fish for my wallet. I found it and thumbed out the hopeful condom inside.
I grimaced, realizing that I was missing an important component. “I don’t have any lube.”
He chuckled and dug out his wallet. “I do.”
I handed him the condom, and he handed me the lube, and we each prepared ourselves, too desperate to take things slowly. I probably could have used a little more prep, but I needed his cock in meright now. Facing the bar, I rested my forehead on my crossed arms and thrust my ass out. He stepped behind me, spreading my cheeks and then pushing inside me without hesitation.
My mouth opened on a silent moan. Fuck, he was thick. Idefinitelyneeded a bit more preparation, but he was gentle as I relaxed around him. Then he whaled into me the second he could.
“Get a tight grip on the counter,” he commanded. “Widen your stance.”
Still impaled on him, I slipped out of my loafers and did as he asked.
He took my hips in his hands and fucked into me as I held on for dear life. He grunted like an animal with each punishingthrust, and as physically strenuous as this was, I didn’t care. At this angle, his cock could do no wrong, and within seconds I was shouting out my release as it wrung me out and left me boneless. His hips sped up, and then he froze, pumping into my body. We moaned, leaning against each other, breathing heavily.
“I’ll toss this at home,” he said, shivering as he removed the condom from his hypersensitive shaft, and I grabbed some paper towels to mop up the mess I’d made.
“Think we can get tested?” I asked as I watched him knot the latex and set our trash in an old shopping bag he’d scrounged from a cabinet.
He jerked up, shocked. “You’d want that?”
“Unless you don’t…”
“Oh, I do. I really do.”
“Then let’s get it done,” I said, like I was some kind of badass or something. Hint: there was nothing remotely bad about my ass, but I couldn’t help what I wanted—needed—from him.
It was Friday, near the end of the morning, and this day could not have gone more perfectly. Major had sent me a video of him jacking off and coming, which I then used to do the same.
We’d also separately gone to a diagnostic clinic in Seguin for testing, and this afternoon we’d be going bare. Until recently, I couldn’t imagine doing that with anyone but Robert. Now I couldn’t wait.
On top of that happy thought, I’d given a pop quiz that morning, and the students’ groans were everything. My quizzes were highly passable—if you’d done the reading and participated in class—so their complaints didn’t bother me. A few grumbled and teased me on their way out, but they all agreed that I’d gone easy on them.
I grinned as I straightened the stack of quizzes, looking forward to grading them over the weekend.
Yes, I enjoyed grading papers.
I started as a jar of blueberry jam slid into view and a familiar warmth blanketed my back. “Look at that smile,” Major said, kissing the back of my neck. “I bet you’re itching to take a red pen to that pile of quizzes, aren’t you?”
I spun in his arms. “What are you doing here?” I checked the hall before pulling him down for a quick and dirty kiss.
“Figured I’d bring you some jam for your office fridge, take you to lunch, then get you home and do terrible things to you.”
I put my hand to my chest. “A man after my own heart.”
He lifted a brow. “That, too.”
He’d been blisteringly open about his developing feelings for me, but I couldn’t put together the words to assure him that I felt the same. The truth was, I didn’t know how I felt. I only knew that I needed him. “I just hafta grab a few things from my office, and we can take off.”
