Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure how long we’d need that, but since we hadn’t been dating very long, I wasn’t going to be a dick.
I’d think about being a dick if we approached a month without having resolved any of it.
“Alright.” Gary still looked skeptical and like he thought it was a stupid thing to agree to, but he’d been in stranger dating situations so he had no room to talk. “No guessing, but just promise me you’ll remember that you don’t do very well climbing back in the closet.”
Ugh.
“He’s not in the closet with anything. He’s just private and working his way through a few things.” Like technically dating a student who was so out everyone would know he was a little.
Yep, something tiny to work through.
“You’ve said private way too many times already.” Stepping out of the kitchen, Gary folded his arms over his chest, settling confidently in Dom mode. “You realize where we go to school, right?”
Yep.
That was part of the problem too.
“Not everyone is a big oversharer.” They usually just got drowned out by the chatterboxes, so it was hard to remember they went to our school. “He’s talking. We’re discussing. I’m not being pushy. It’s fine. I’m happy. Honest.”
When he slowly nodded and his shoulders relaxed downward, I realized I’d hit on the main point. Duh. Should’ve caught that one first but I’d been a bit distracted. “Really happy, man. He’s…perfect in the nuttiest and most ridiculous ways. We’ve got a lot in common in our regular life and I have no complaints about everything else.”
I wouldn’t say more than that, but Gary let out a breath, straightening. “Alright. Just let any of us know if you need help explaining something. Sometimes new subs find it easier to talk to a switch.”
New.
Okay, they really had thought Ruslan was vanilla and I was just obsessing over him hopelessly. That made their easy acceptance of him wanting privacy more understandable.
“We’re good.” Primarily because Ruslan was not a newbie. “But thanks.”
I wasn’t sure Gary believed me, but as he went back into the kitchen with a vague nod, I hoped that meant he would be reporting back that I was fine. But since I couldn’t even begin to guess when that wouldn’t be enough to hold them off, I hurried upstairs to my room to actually get ready for the day.
My head had stayed pretty quiet considering everything that had happened until I climbed in the shower. Something about the pounding spray and the white noise of the water always made me think, and it was something I couldn’t avoid, so I tried to channel the random thoughts that kept popping up into a healthier direction.
Ruslan hadn’t hidden his worries from me…whether it’d been sliding into little headspace or just hiding behind his hands, Ruslan had been very open about what he was thinking. That showed he was comfortable with me and he trusted me.
He’d bounced between cuddly, confused, and slightly embarrassed when he’d gotten up, but nothing felt out of proportion or made me worry. He’d snuggled against me and we’d kissed. Hell, we’d have done more than that if there’d been time.
Thinking about how he’d felt in my arms and what we would’ve done if there’d been time had me wrapping one soapy hand around my dick. There still wasn’t time to dawdle over an orgasm, even a self-directed one, but I closed my eyes and quickly started to jerk one off.
My boy had been so tempting and the way his eyes lit up as I’d talked about taking him places had emotions rising as well as my dick. Little or big, I loved spending time with him but that flash of his professor voice had been tempting.
It was too easy to imagine him standing in front of a lecture hall, looking all straitlaced and professional. But as the hall cleared out, he’d glare and call my name, keeping me back as everyone looked on curiously.
Yes, he knew what would happen when he made me look like a naughty kid, but he’d done it anyway.
He’d be trying to act stern and tough but his eyes would give it away. They’d be needy and filled with barely suppressed submission until the last of the students had left. When it was just us, the tables would turn.
I imagined growling out a reminder about how he was supposed to be professional with me and not raise suspicions, but he couldn’t do it. That wasn’t our deal, so I’d tell him that he needed a reminder about how he was supposed to behave.
As I pictured bending him over his desk and baring his ass, I could feel my cock starting to throb, and all it took was one imaginary spank to have my orgasm exploding out of me. Even in my fantasies, I could hear the desperation in Ruslan’s voice and I knew he’d be begging.