10. TAYLOR
I didn’t know what I was wanting from this with Asher. He cuddled me, squeezing me close as he pressed his mouth to my nipple and licked at the tip, tickling me.
“You want to stay over?” I asked him as he stroked a hand up my torso from my belly button. “I—I don’t think I should ask that. But do you?”
“That depends,” he said, turning his head on my chest. “What else do you have planned for tonight?”
“I was going to do some grading,” I said.
“I can help with that,” he said without hesitation.
Chuckling, I shook my head. “You’re not going anywhere near those papers. And you’re not leaving my sight so you can look for that test I’m going to be making you sit,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes. “Like I’d need to even do that. I’ve got all the knowledge up in here.” He tapped his fingers at his forehead. “I’m going to ace the test, and you’re going to be wowed by me. People usually are wowed by me.”
I looked him up and down. He wasn’t wrong about that. I was wowed by him. I wasn’t going to tell him that, not right now. I didn’t need to be stroking his ego. “I’ll let you know on Wednesday if you wow me,” I said.
Asher pouted and scoffed at me. “Are you saying I’m not wowing you?” he asked, lifting his head from my chest. “You’re the first guy I’ve ever let inside me. I mean, I’ve sucked dick, but—”
“And you’re really good at sucking dick,” I told him, stroking a hand through his hair and accidentally pulling the cat ears. “Oops.”
“You know, you shouldn’t do that to a kitten like me,” he said, folding his arms over and pouting out his bottom lip a little more. “You’ve got to be nice to me. You just took my virginity.” He blinked at me.
I gave him a little a finger on the end of his nose. “You’re so silly,” I said. “It doesn’t even feel like you’re the same person to the person in the classroom.”
“Because I am,” he said. “In college, I’m a frat boy, a swimmer, and all that. Here, I’m a little kitten and I can be submissive and small and cute, and—”
“So, you think you’re cute?”
“Are you telling me I’m not cute!?” He leaned back, almost falling off the bed. I grabbed his hand, keeping him in place. “Because you know at the Manor, I’m told I’m cute all the time.”
He was cute. Adorable in fact. I didn’t want to tell him that, mainly because I knew it would blow his ego up a little more than he needed. “If it’s all the same to you, I think you should be complimenting me.”
“You’re—” he began, looking me over, “intelligent. You’ve got a good job. You’re—”
“Wow, is it that difficult?”
Asher bit on his bottom lip. “I like how you’re deceptively hot underneath all that teacher stuff. I also think you’ve got a nice dick.”
Smiling at him, I placed the ears back on his head. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you want to stay over?”
He shook his head. “I can’t. What would we do?” he chuckled. “Go to college together tomorrow. No. If I stayed out of the frat house overnight, someone would say something.”
I’d tried. I didn’t want this moment to leave me. I knew once he was gone, I’d be left in this apartment with my hand, my erection, and questioning my morals for sleeping with a student. But in the scheme of things, I was acting as if we were two people who didn’t know each other, and we were coming together to play.
“Can I take a shower here?” he asked, climbing off the bed. “You can watch if you want.”
The voyeur kryptonite had me in a chokehold. Of course, I wanted to watch him take a shower in my bathroom. “You want me to watch you?” I asked him.
“If you don’t, that’s fine, I just thought, since I was here, and I’m amazing to look at, that you’d at least want to watch,” he said. “But it’s ok, it might never happen again.”
I sprang out of bed, the sheet slipping away. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “We got what we wanted.”
“No, no, it’s going to happen again,” I told him. “You wouldn’t have pursued me if you didn’t want it to happen again.”
Asher grinned, turning away as he walked in the direction out of the room. “Are you sure about that?”
I chased after him and grabbed his arm. “Wrong way to the bathroom,” I told him. “And are you trying to tell me that you didn’t enjoy what just happened in there?”
I didn’t know why I was the one doing the chasing now. After his chasing after me this morning, and then showing up at my apartment. He should’ve been the one chasing after me still.
Asher pouted. “I’m just a kitten,” he said. “I don’t know what I want.”
I led him to the bathroom, grabbing my bathroom from the back of the door and wrapping myself in it. “I hope you don’t think sleeping with me gets you any better results,” I told him. “Or maybe you’re trying to learn more through the power of my cum.”
He pressed me against the wall in the bathroom, his hand exploring the space between the robes. He cupped my cock. “We’ll see if it worked on Wednesday.”
“It definitely won’t,” I whispered in his ear. “Now, go take a shower so I can fill up my bank.”
Asher was good at following orders in this setting, in the classroom not so much, and even here he was a little disobedient, but I knew that was only play. He wanted me to be dominant against him, and I enjoyed playing into that. I didn’t consider myself naturally submissive or dominant.
I sat on the closed toilet seat and watched as Asher showered, lathering up his body in soap and giving me his cute kitten eyes as he asked if he could use my different shampoos and conditioners.
It was just a shame that I knew this wasn’t going to last. He was going to go back to being a pain in my ass, not physically. The moment he spent showering were savored, like a candy dissolving slowly on my tongue. I wanted it to last forever.
“You smell good,” I said.
“Naturally,” he replied, towel drying his body.
“No, I mean because you used—”
“I know, I think it’s the pheromones,” he continued. “Probably why you were so into me. I just can’t help the chemistry, or—is it biology pheromones?”
I grabbed the towel from him while his body was still wet. “You’ll find it was you who were into me,” I said, although I was into him, I wasn’t exactly sure who between the two of us had made that first move. He was the one who’d pinned me against the wall in the Manor, but I was the one who’d gone there in the first place searching out some material to masturbate over later. Now, I had vaults worth of material from the sensation on being inside him.
“I think you started it when you dumped my bag on the desk,” he said, tugging the towel back into his possession. “I don’t blame you though. Like I said, the pheromones.”
“Maybe it was because you set off the sprinklers,” I said.