Teaching Him

by Dillon Hunter

  There’s nothing else I can say. All I can do is kiss him.

  Kiss him and love him and be thankful that he’s mine.

  He’s mine and he’s perfect, and I love him more than I’ll ever be able to put into words.

  All I can do is try to prove with my words and actions every day that he hasn’t made a mistake, that his love hasn’t been misplaced.

  That we belong together.

  Forever.

  My room is completely dark, but I know Colton isn’t sleeping. My arms are around him, his body pressed against mine just the way it was meant to be. His breathing is steady but shallow, and I’ve slept with him like this enough times to know the difference between this and the long, deep breaths he takes while he’s dreaming.

  “It’s going to be okay, baby,” I murmur, kissing the top of his head. “Whatever is going to happen will happen. It isn’t worth losing sleep over.”

  “I know you’re right,” he sighs, then looks up at me. Even in the darkness, I can see the whites of his eyes. He’s worried. Scared. The night can’t hide his fear. “But I just don’t want things to be hard on you. You don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

  I nearly laugh, not because it’s funny but because that’s exactly how I feel about him. He doesn’t deserve this stress. This fear.

  And even though I don’t deserve a man as good as he is, I’m so damn happy to have him in my life.

  In my arms.

  In my bed.

  “What can I do to take your mind off of everything?” I ask, running my hands down his back and kissing him again because he’s right there and so damn irresistible that I don’t even want to try and stop myself.

  He nibbles at his lip for a moment, then a mischievous smile spreads across his sexy lips. “I can think of one thing you could do…”

  I can feel his erection grinding against me as he shifts his weight, and for a moment I can’t even remember what we were talking about.

  Fuck, he’s beautiful.

  And sexy.

  And… perfect.

  “Anything,” I say, meaning it. “Anything you want, baby.”

  “What I want,” he begins, tossing the bed sheets aside as he sits up on his knees. “Is to feel you inside me. I think that’s exactly what I need to clear my mind.”

  He moves to straddle my body without waiting for an answer—because of course the answer is yes. The answer will always be yes for anything he might ask of me.

  “Oh, fuck, Colton,” I groan as he rocks back against my cock, his hot ass pressing against my straining erection. “Get my fingers wet, baby.”

  He lifts my hand to his mouth, taking my index and middle finger down so easily that I have to stop myself from gagging him. Fuck, I wish it was my cock getting massaged by his tongue and throat muscles, but seeing him sucking on my fingers is just as hot.

  He moans and my cock twitches hard. I’m so ready to be inside him and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

  Still, I know I need to prepare him, to open that sweet hole before I shove my cock in.

  “That’s it,” I say. “Get those fingers nice and wet.”

  I remove my fingers and use my free hand to pull him in for a kiss as I reach around and tease his hole with those saliva-covered fingers. He opens up for me, moaning again as I slip first one and then another finger past his tight ring of muscle.

  So hot.

  So tight.

  “Yes,” he gasps. “Deeper. Harder. I need more, Nick. Please.”

  He reaches behind me to stroke my cock, emphasizing his point. “Okay, baby,” I say, grinning at how insistent he’s become. “I’ve got you. Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

  I don’t want to hurt him but damn he’s making it hard for me to hold back.

  Instead of answering, he takes matters into his own hands, playfully batting my slick fingers out of the way before lining up the head of my cock with his entrance.

  “Oh, fuck,” I close my eyes as I feel his tight hole grip the head of my cock. His tight heat takes my breath away every single time. “So good, baby. So fucking tight.”

  He whimpers as he pushes back against me, but doesn’t stop until he’s got my entire length inside of him. “I want to be good for you,” he moans. “Want you to fuck me… so hard.”

  Jesus.

  How am I supposed to resist that?

  I skim my hands down his slender chest, loving the feel of his tight body and his tense muscles. I rest one hand on his hip, holding him steady while I wrap my other hand around his straining cock.

  “Ride me, baby,” I say. “Ride my cock while I stroke you.”

  He rocks back, fucking himself against me so eagerly, so obediently. His face is flushed with heat as he looks down at me, and his breaths are already coming in short, shallow gasps as he makes my cock hit his prostate over and over and over again.

  “That’s it,” I encourage him. “Just let go. Let me fill you up until you’re ready to come with me, baby.”

  “Already… so close,” he whimpers. “Just… need you… harder.”

  I stroke him faster as I press down on his hip with my other hand, burying myself deep inside his ass every time he lowers himself onto my cock. He’s so tight, so hot, so fucking sexy that I could come just from watching the look of pleasure spread across his face and hearing the needy little whimpers that are escaping his throat with every deep, hard thrust.

  But I’m going to wait until he’s ready. We’re going to come together.

  Soon.

  “Oh my God,” he gasps, eyes going wide as I nail his prostate again. “Oh my God, oh my God, yes… please…” His gaze locks onto mine. “Right there. Right now… I’m… I’m…”

  “Come for me, baby,” I finish for him, loving the immediate effect my words have on his body.

  He nods and then cries out as hot, pearly jets spill over my fist and streak across my stomach. So sexy. “That’s right,” I groan, my own orgasm starting to overtake me. “Stay right there. Just like that.”

  His ass grips my cock even tighter, milking my cock until I can’t hold back any longer. I fill him, then pull him down to kiss him hard and deep, my senses overloaded with the feel and the taste and the sound of him.

  He’s perfect.

  He’s mine.

  He’s everything.

  Epilogue

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  Colton

  This year has been a blur. I can’t believe it’s really the last day of classes until Fall. And I can’t wait to get home to see Nick.

  If I’d had my way, I would have skipped this day entirely to be with him. He was smart to finish giving finals last week, because now? Being apart and trying to concentrate on anything except being in his arms?

  Yeah, it’s torture for me.

  Pretty sure from the number of texts he’s sent me today that he’s missing me, too, though.

  I barely wait for my friend Carla’s car to stop in the driveway before I jump out and give her a little wave. “Thanks so much for the ride,” I say. “You’re sure you don’t want any gas money?”

  She shakes her head. “I told you it’s on my way downtown. But you’re sure you don’t want to come have a couple of drinks? There are already a few people from our psych class there waiting.”

  “Maybe later,” I lie, knowing good and well that I don’t have any intention of going out tonight. “But right now I’ve got some um… some stuff to do.”

  Some stuff that will hopefully involve sucking.

  And riding.

  And coming.

  “Just give me a call if you change your mind,” she says, waving back as she pulls out of the driveway.

  My attention is already occupied by thoughts of Nick, though. I hurry to the door, fumbling with my keys to unlock it before throwing it wide. “I’m home!” I call, looking around as soon as I get inside. “Did you miss me?”

  “Every minute you were gone,” he answers, laughing as he appears
in the hallway from our bedroom. “How should we celebrate the end of classes for the year?”

  I grin because I’ve been thinking about this particular celebration ever since I left the house this morning. Moving in with Nick is still the best thing I’ve ever done, but spending every night together makes the hours we have to be apart during the day that much harder for me.

  Still, it’s not like I can complain. After the initial shock of our relationship passed, everyone has been really supportive. My parents took a couple of months to come around, but they told me just a few days ago that they’re happy to see how much we love each other.

  Even Brian had the balls to admit he was wrong and offered a sincere apology to Nick and me.

  I can’t pretend that Brian and I are back on friendly terms, but I was really happy he ended up doing the right thing by apologizing.

  And now?

  Now I really am happy. Truly, completely happy for maybe the first time in my life. And I have Nick to thank for that.

  “Baby?” he asks, crossing the short distance between us to put his arms around me. “Everything okay?”

  I nod and give him a quick kiss. “Sorry, I was just… just thinking of how great things have been lately. And how great you are for me.”

  “We’re great for each other,” he says, kissing me again. “So… about that celebration…”

  “Oh, right!” My smile returns in full force. “Yes, we definitely need to start celebrating. Like… right now.”

  I reach up to start unbuttoning his shirt, but he stops me, taking my wrists in his hands and then gently pulling them down again.

  “I love the way you think, babe,” he says, but then the smile starts to slip from his face. “But I was thinking maybe we could… ah…” He pauses and I cock my head to the side as I watch his eyebrows knit together. It’s not often that Nick is speechless, and I’m actually starting to get a little worried about what might be on his mind.

  I just hope nothing bad has happened that’s going to ruin our good day.

  “Whatever you need,” I say, nodding. “We can do it.”

  “All I need is you,” he says, his smile slowly returning as he plants another quick kiss on my forehead. “Always.” He pauses again, then steps back to pull something from his pocket. His fist is closed so tightly that I can’t see what it is, but I don’t even have much time to think about it before he drops down to one knee. “I just want to make sure I get this right. I want it to be perfect for you—as perfect as you are.”

  I can feel my eyes go wide as I look down at him. He’s never done anything like this before, and I would probably think he’s joking if he didn’t look so very serious.

  “What are you…” I can’t stop myself from grinning. “What is this? What’s happening?”

  “Colton, you know I love you with all of my heart, right?”

  “Yes,” I nod, suddenly feeling a little light-headed. “And I love you, too.”

  He takes my hand and rubs small circles with his thumb as he looks up at me. “I know we said we were going to wait another year until you finished college before we really talked about this, but…” He takes a deep breath. “These past few months have been so good—so great—that I don’t want to wait anymore.”

  I don’t even know what to say, so I don’t say anything at all as he opens his hand to reveal a simple, shiny gold band. He pauses for just a moment, only taking his eyes off mine for long enough to slip the ring onto my finger.

  Oh my God.

  Oh my God.

  “We can take as long as you want to make plans and make sure every detail is perfect, but I don’t want to let another day go by without asking…” His smile is so wide now that it’s making me feel giddy inside. My own cheeks are starting to hurt from grinning so much. “Colton Patrick Hart, you’ve already made me the happiest man alive, but will you do me the honor of making it forever? Will you walk down the aisle with me one day soon and be my husband? Will you… marry me?”

  “Yes,” I say without even a moment’s hesitation. I pull him up and kiss him, wrapping my arms around him so fast and so tightly that we both nearly tumble over. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to marry you more than anything in the world. Oh my God—” I swallow hard and take a step back so I can bring my hand up and admire the beautiful ring he’s just put there. “Oh my God. Is this really happening? Is this real life?”

  “It’s real, baby,” he laughs, kissing me again. “It’s real and we’re really going to get married.”

  “Yes,” I say again because it’s apparently the only word my brain can manage right now. But there are a couple more very important words that I need to get out. “Yes, you and me. Forever. Married.”

  And okay, maybe my brain is still a little too overwhelmed to form complete sentences, but it doesn’t matter.

  Nick knows what I mean.

  He knows what I need.

  Just him.

  My soon-to-be husband.

  Today, tomorrow, and always.

  Forever.

  Thank You!

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  Dillon

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