Teaching Tenderness_Forever in Middlebury

by Brittany Cournoyer

  Anthony pulled away from my mouth and licked down my neck. I missed having his lips against mine until I felt his teeth bite into my shoulder. Fuck, everything he was doing felt so good.

  His lips moved back up my neck and then he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “We have on too many clothes,” he rasped in my ear and I shivered.

  “T-take them off,” I stammered.

  Anthony didn’t waste any time with my request. With nimble fingers he unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. Then he grabbed the open edge of my jeans and boxers and slid them down my legs. He knelt by my feet as he pulled the pants off and discarded them on the floor.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he warned me and our gazes connected.

  Without blinking, he leaned over and started to kiss up my inner thigh. Higher and higher he went with little licks, adding a few little nips with his teeth. I reached out and grasped his dark hair in my hands and couldn’t stop the moan that passed my slightly parted lips. My dick twitched as he nearly reached it, and I felt a little pre-cum drip out in anticipation. But he didn’t stop there.

  Before he reached the destination where I wanted him most, he switched legs and did the same thing to it.

  “Such a fucking tease,” I ground out as I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth might break.

  “I promise I’ll take great care of you,” Anthony said before he reached out and swiped his tongue over the head of my cock.

  “I-I hope so.” Fuck. That felt so good.

  Anthony winked at me before he opened his mouth and took my dick to the back of his throat. A curse was ripped from me and echoed off the walls as the warm, wet heat of his mouth sucked me inside. I clenched my fingers tighter in his hair and locked my legs as he bobbed his head up and down. My breath came out in quick pants as his tongue swirled around the head of my leaking cock, and I felt a tingle run down my spine.

  “S-stop. I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me when I do,” I told him as I pushed his shoulder.

  He popped off my cock and licked the dribble of saliva that lingered on his lip. Fuck, he was delicious. “Are you sure you want me to top you?”

  I walked backward to my bed and laid down in the middle of it. With our eyes still locked I drew up my legs and parted my thighs so he could see the quivering hole that was waiting for him. “Yup.”

  This was not a time for nerves. Yes, while I was cooking dinner doubt plagued my mind. I questioned over and over whether or not I was actually ready to take the next step. I had utilized the websites Sheila had given me, and was horrified, yet intrigued at what I saw on the screen. Was I really willing to do that with Anthony? But one look at him across the dinner table, one really good look at him, made every ounce of doubt leave my mind. I wanted him. I wanted him in every way possible.

  While I laid there and watched, Anthony unbuttoned his own pants and pulled the zipper down. His gaze never faltered as he bent down to take off his socks. Nor did it waver when he pulled his pants and underwear off in one swift movement, and was naked in front of me. And neither did mine when he stepped out of his pants, and walked closer to the bed, and eyed the bottle of lube and packet of condoms that waited for him on the nightstand. He placed his knee on the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube. His eyebrow quirked in question as he looked at me. “You were planning this.”

  “I knew what I wanted.” I shrugged and reached down to stroke my achingly hard cock.

  In that position, with Anthony looming over me, I was finally able to take in his delectable body. He was fucking perfect. His broad chest had a light dusting of hair on it. His abs were not overly defined, but had enough definition for me to want to run my tongue through each and every dip and valley. And there was a perfect little trail of hair that ran down to an impressively sized cock. Mine wasn’t small in any way; well, I didn’t have any complaints. But his was mouthwateringly proportioned, and I was going to have it inside me.

  I heard the click of the lube bottle and then Anthony was leaned over me. “You have the sexiest hole I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to fill it with my cock,” he growled against my lips.

  I put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and bit my teeth down on it. He groaned and then when I felt his slicked up finger against my puckered hole, I tensed up. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for what was about to happen next.

  “Breathe and try to relax,” he mumbled before he kissed me again.

  My mouth opened under his, and at the same time his tongue entered my mouth, a slicked finger breeched my hole. I felt the slight sting as he passed the tight ring of muscle, but the more I kissed him the more relaxed I became. It was the strangest sensation. Having something inside me. But as Anthony continued to fuck my ass with that long digit of his, I felt myself melt into my bed. Soon another finger joined the first, and with a twist of his hand he grazed against my prostate. My back arched off the bed, and I dug my blunt nails into his back. Fuck!

  “Do that again,” I groaned after I pulled away from the kiss.

  “Do what?” Anthony asked with a wicked grin. “This?”

  I felt his finger graze that spot again, and I fucking whimpered. My body trembled, and I pulled him closer against me.

  “Look at me,” Anthony said with a husky voice.

  My eyes flickered open and I stared up at him. His blue eyes penetrated mine and his lips hovered directly over my own. “I want you.” I stuck out my tongue to swipe against his plump bottom lip.

  Anthony pulled his fingers out of me and rested his lips against mine. Our mingled moans filled the air as our erections rubbed against each other. It was the most incredible sensation I’d ever experienced. Anthony planted a quick kiss to my mouth and then started to move down my neck. I stroked my fingers up his back and moaned in protest when his movements down my body pulled his cock away from mine.

  “So needy,” Anthony mused before his mouth latched on to my nipple, and he sucked hard.

  “Jesus!” I cried out before he clamped his teeth down on my sensitive nipple. His hand grasped my cock and gave it a few strokes, and I nearly came undone. For the second time that night he had me right there on the edge.

  I reached out and grasped the sides of his face, pulling him up to look at me. “I need you inside me.”

  Anthony’s blown pupils blazed with heat as he sat up and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. With his teeth he ripped the packet open and I watched him roll the latex over his long length. Then he snapped open the bottle of lube and coated his shaft, as well as adding some more to my hole. Then he tossed the bottle back on the table, and settled between my legs again.

  I watched him with burning intensity as he lined his cock up against my entrance. He kept one hand on his cock and reached out the other one to lace our fingers together. With a squeeze of his hand, and a swift move of his hips, the head of his shaft was inside me. He let go of his dick and started to rub my thigh, trying to help me relax. My eyes squeezed shut and I clamped down hard on my bottom lip with my teeth. Fuck it hurt. I knew it would. I wasn’t going to pretend there wouldn’t be any pain involved.

  “Marcus,” Anthony choked out. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I shook my head. “No, just give me a second.” I concentrated on breathing slowly.

  He continued to stroke my thigh, running his fingers up and down the sensitive skin. That small movement had me relax just enough that Anthony slid more into me until he was almost completely inside. The pain started to lessen, but I felt a burn. I felt so… full. I opened my eyes again to see Anthony’s beautiful face looking down at me filled with concern. Concern that he was causing me pain and discomfort.

  I squeezed his hand to let him know that I was okay, and he reached out to grasp my other hand, as well. He pushed our locked hands over my head and pressed me down further into the bed. Slowly he rocked in and out of me, allowing me time to adjust to his girth. I felt my
channel stretch around him as he gradually pushed deeper inside me until he was finally balls deep. I rolled my eyes at the sensation and couldn’t have stopped the moan that tore from my throat if I’d tried. Anthony’s head fell forward, and he buried his face in my neck as he continued rocking his hips, my own rising up off the bed to meet his with every thrust.

  Soon he picked up momentum, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my heels in his ass. He shifted his hips a bit, and the new angle caused his cock to slide over my prostate. I squeezed my fingers tightly around Anthony’s and cried out into the darkened room. Over and over again his dick hit that sensitive spot. My dick throbbed and leaked pre-cum all over my stomach and tingles shot down my spine.

  “So fucking close,” I gasped out.

  Anthony moaned and bit down hard on my neck. I was done.

  Right when I opened my mouth to scream, my dick started to erupt. Anthony swiftly covered my mouth with his own to swallow my every scream, as my cock continued to coat our stomachs with my release. I felt Anthony’s sweat drip on my forehead and that sent me over the edge even more as I writhed and trembled underneath him. Anthony tensed up over me and soon I felt a warm sensation as he filled the condom with his own release.

  Anthony collapsed on top of me when he was done, and we just laid there. He let my hands go, and I instantly wrapped them around his back, and he put his on my sides. I ran my fingers lightly over his smooth, sweaty skin as I just savored the moment of what had just happened. He was still inside me, and we still had cum covering our stomachs. But I couldn’t move, and obviously neither could Anthony. What had just happened to me was nothing short of magical. And I didn’t want to break the spell.

  Chapter 22

  Anthony

  That just happened. It wasn’t a dream. That incredible, earth shattering moment wasn’t a horrible joke my subconscious played on me. The soft fingertips slowly running up and down my back were real. My slowly softening cock was still buried inside Marcus. And I was still sprawled on top of him, with no desire to move any time soon.

  “We just did that,” Marcus murmured as he used the tip of his finger to lazily draw a circle on my spine.

  “We did,” I said against his throat.

  “Mmmm…”

  I shifted a little so I could pull back and look at him. “Are you okay?”

  The finger on my back stilled for a second before it started to move again. “I’m great.”

  “Are you sure?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

  Marcus laughed. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

  I nodded and with a sigh, I pulled out of him, making sure to hold on to the condom while I did. I could have mentioned the wince that flashed across his face, but I chose not to. If Marcus swore he was okay, then he was fine.

  “Where are you going?” he asked me as I climbed off the bed.

  “To grab a washcloth so we can clean up,” I explained and quickly walked to his bathroom. After disposing of the condom, I found a washcloth in the closet and quickly wet it with hot water, making sure to wring out any excess. I walked back into the room to where Marcus still laid exactly how I left him—flat on his back with a look of pure bliss on his face. A look that I had caused. And damn if that didn’t make me feel smug as hell.

  “Let me,” I told him as he reached out to grab the washcloth I had extended.

  With an intense, heat filled gaze, he watched as I diligently swiped the cloth over his stomach. My mouth watered as I slowly wiped up the mess over his abs and then, because I just couldn’t fucking stop myself, I leaned over and swiped my tongue over his quivering stomach. I had to taste him again. The small appetizer I had when his cock was in my mouth wasn’t enough. And when the salty, tangy, deliciousness exploded on my taste buds, I couldn’t think of anything else that had ever tasted any better.

  “Fuck,” Marcus rasped as his body twitched under me.

  I lifted my head and shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself.”

  “Well,” Marcus said and licked his lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish right now.”

  “Oh, I can definitely go for another round. But I don’t want you too sore in the morning.” I finished my task of cleaning off his stomach before I cleaned up my own.

  “Fine,” Marcus huffed and I dropped the cloth on the floor and laid back down beside him. “Now what?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked and snagged him around the waist to pull him against me.

  “What?” he asked instead of answering me.

  “You said ‘now what’. What do you mean?” I asked him.

  “Nothing.” Marcus refused to meet my gaze. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

  I used my free hand to cup his chin and forced him to look at me. His vulnerability was fucking adorable. “Nothing you ever think is stupid. What’s bothering you?”

  Marcus reached up and scratched his chin before he ran his hand through his hair. I could see the war on his face as he decided whether or not he was going to answer me. He looked so freaking cute as he battled with himself. His nose was scrunched, and his lips were pursed in a frown. I couldn’t help but lean over and plant a quick kiss on his mouth.

  “I’m not used to this,” he finally admitted to me after I pulled back.

  “Used to what?” I asked him.

  “This,” he said and gestured with his hand between us. “I’ve been out of the dating game for so long. I don’t know what to do.”

  I stared at him for a while, probably way longer than anyone else would have been comfortable with. But not Marcus. He just laid there, nervously nibbling on his lip as I processed what he’d told me.

  “There are no real rules for dating. Everyone does it differently. No one says we have to wine and dine each other. We’re not really the wining and dining kind of couple anyway, are we?”

  Marcus shook his head at that and gave me a small smile.

  “We do our own thing with dinners and spending time with Jackson, and that’s enough for me. All I ask for is faithfulness, but I think you share that same opinion, anyway.”

  “I do,” Marcus nodded.

  “So then don’t worry about what to do next. We’ll take it one day at a time. And as for right now, I think what we’re doing is perfect.”

  “I agree,” Marcus said and pushed himself into me more.

  I didn’t have anything else to say to him after that, so I just laid there with him. I typically didn’t cuddle. That was more Sebastian’s thing when he and I were together. I preferred to clean up, roll over, and go the hell to sleep. But Marcus was vulnerable after what happened, and I knew he needed that closeness, and I was perfectly happy to give it to him.

  “I have a question,” he finally said after a while. His voice startled me because I was starting to drift off.

  “What’s that?” I asked sleepily.

  “My work is having its annual holiday party the first week of December. I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.”

  “Are you sure you want me to go with you?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Shit! That wasn’t what I meant to say.

  Marcus jerked his head back to look at me with his brow furrowed in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I want you to go with me?”

  “Because it’s a work thing,” I explained badly.

  “Okay? So?” he asked and pulled his arms away from me so he could sit up.

  I followed his movements and sat up to face him. Marcus seemed to belatedly notice our state of undress and grabbed a pillow to put it over his lap. I had to fight the urge to laugh since not less than an hour before, I’d had that same dick in my mouth.

  “It’s a huge deal, Marcus. I’ll be going with you to your work and being introduced to all of your colleagues as your boyfriend. Are you ready for that considering you’re not even fully out yet?”

  “I’m ‘not out’ because no one has asked. If someone were to walk up to me tomorrow and ask me if I was dating someone, I’d proudly tell them ye
s, and that he is a wonderful man. I wouldn’t have asked you to come with me if I didn’t want you there.”

  “I know. I just didn’t want you to regret telling everyone you were with me considering who I am,” I said lamely and winced at how stupid that sounded to my own ears. And from the look on Marcus’s face, he felt the same exact way.

  “Weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to be put back in the closet? So what the fuck, Anthony?”

  “I know. I just,” I said and stopped. I just, what? I couldn’t even remember where I was going with why I had reservations. “I just know how bigoted people can be in this day and age, and I don’t want you to risk your reputation by showing up with a man.”

  Marcus’s jaw fell open at my comment and then, much to my horror, his eyes became glassy. Without another word he hopped off his bed. “There you go making decisions for me again. The same way you made the decision about whether or not I was ready to take this step with you. I know my employees, and I know what my job can withstand. I wanted you there with me because I’m proud of the man you are and would be honored to show up with you on my arm. But apparently, you don’t feel the same way,” and with that he started to walk out of the room. “I think you need to go home. You know where the front door is.”

  I was dismissed, and I had no one to blame but myself. I fucked up big time.

  ****

  I needed to make things right with Marcus. He ignored me when I knocked on the bathroom door and tried to explain myself. He ignored my texts when I apologized. He ignored my calls. He was hurt and it was all my fault. Thankfully, I knew exactly what I needed to do.

  Luckily, I had a free period in between classes. It was an hour where I could work on getting lesson plans made, assignments put together, and copies made. As well as getting papers graded and other tedious bullshit like that. But today was different. Today was one of those moments where I needed to make a grand gesture to show Marcus not only how sorry I was for being a bastard the day before, but that I wanted to go with him to his work function.