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Ryland let out a long, weary sigh that barely disturbed the stillness of his classroom, so juxtaposed to how lively it was during regular hours. The Middle School was a mausoleum after six on a Friday, full of nothing but recycled A.C air, the clinging smell of too many kids crammed in one room, the stale coffee that he’d been nursing like a baby for the last hour and the faint lingering of whiteboard markers. The only light was the harsh, focused glare of his desk lamp and the semi-muted orange glow of the sunset through the large windows in his room, overlooking the empty parking lot. His tall frame slumped unceremoniously in his chair, the worn faux-leather groaning in protest with the weight of his body. His tired eyes burned from staring at one too many lab reports, his brain felt like a wrung-out sponge and there was barely capacity to keep himself upright. Slowly, Ryland plucked his glasses from his face, placing them delicately on the oak of his desk and rubbed his temples, trying to soothe away the beginnings of a headache that had been threatening to take up permanent residency behind his eyelids.
God, he was exhausted.
His spine conformed a bit against the back of the chair as he leaned back, legs spread in front of him. Ryland could just close his eyes for five minutes… Just… Five and then get back to grading the reports that were supposed to be finished and graded yesterday.
There’s a soft knock on his classroom door. Ah, the local Middle School Hallway Ghost. If I don’t answer, they’ll just… go away.
“Come in.” Ryland called out, his vocal cords strained with fatigue. If he was about to be possessed, then so be it. It’s not like he was expecting anyone, not at this hour. A small moan of discomfort, stringing from the vivid pain in his back - this chair did not have great lumbar support - hit his lips as he leaned forward and grabbed his glasses to see his secret intruder. He could hear the creak of the door as the blonde wiped some dust off his right lense, placing the frames back against his face and turned towards the entryway. And there you were. And you weren’t in your usual work clothes but instead in a soft looking yellow hoodie that had some unfamiliar embroidery on the front, a pair of worn jeans and a small, confused smile on your face.
“Hey.” You held the door gently, using it for a moment to lean against, Ryland giving you a small ‘come in’ motion with his hand which prompted you forward. “I thought you’d be long gone by now. What are you still doing here?”
You watched as he blinked a few times, his tired mind trying to process your sudden appearance. He squinted at you momentarily. Was he dreaming? The words came out of his mouth regardless, “I was uh… Finishing up some grading. Wh-what are you doing back here? I saw you uh--- Leave with Ms. Green and Mrs. Martinez.” He shut his eyes for a second. Nice, Ryland. Way to sound like a stalker. He kept going. “Did you- for… forget something or?”
You held something up and he found himself leaning towards you a bit, the chair beneath him creaking with the motion. It was a single, house key shaped flashdrive. There was a sheepish look on your face as your feet shuffled together.“My lesson plans for Monday. I needed to look them over this weekend to make sure they’re okay. Totally screwed without them, really.” The door behind you quietly closed, but the click of the lock under your fingers felt impossibly loud in the silence of a usually bustling classroom. Ryland noticed. Of course Ryland noticed but he thought nothing of it, just a force of habit maybe, locking the doors behind you after he’d gotten on you about the safety of it.“I saw your light on and figured I’d come see if you were even alive in here.”
Ryland managed a weak smile, one that stirred something in the pit of your stomach as you began trailing your way to his desk. “Barely. It’s Friday, I should be at home, I know that’s what you’re thinking. But these lab reports…” He glanced at them on his desk and internally grimaced.
“Won’t grade themselves.” You finished for him without a second thought, a string of familiar and sympathetic refrain in your voice. You flipped the small flashdrive between your fingers, your feet pattering softly against the floor below as you came a bit closer, his blue eyes on you the entire time. Not predatory in nature, just… Curious.
“I was going to text you when I got home---” He started explaining.
You raised your hand and batted that away. A text was the least of your worries right now as you looked at the pretty 6th grade Science Teacher. “You look exhausted, Ryland.”
He loved the way his name fell from your lips like it was something secretive. Something forbidden in this relationship between two teachers. The corner of his mouth perked up a bit at that notion as he raised a hand up and mused the hair at the nape of his neck before pinching at the tense muscle and letting a soft moan of aggravated soreness escape breathless from his mouth. Your bit your bottom lip at the action, watching in amusement as it un-tucked his grey button down from the waistband of his well fitted jeans.
“I am.” He admitted, sliding back in his chair again to slump lazily as you came to stand beside him, your hip against the edge of his desk. His long fingers twitched in desire to grasp at your fleshy skin but he subdued it by looking out at his classroom. Not here, not now. He had to remind himself. “My brain has pfft,” He made a small explosion gesture with one hand, “Been put through a blender.”
You leaned in a little closer, the man in front of you having to re-adjust himself to see you properly instead of your body being cut out by the frames of his glasses. His mouth fell open as you dripped of ripe conspiracy, but he wasn’t sure if that’s what the actual intention was. “Do you want me to help you relax a bit? We could have a small study break.”
Ryland groaned and tossed his head back dramatically against the chair headrest, his eyelids resting shut. “Did you bring something with you to help out? You know alcohol isn’t permitted on… cam…pus…” Ryland could sense you moving in front of him and that’s what spurred him to open his eyes, gawking first at the sly smile on your face that made his stomach do a somersault. There was a questioning look in his gaze caught only by the motion of your sinking to your knees. Your movements were fluid and graceful, he had to give it to you as you disappeared under his desk. Ryland’s breath aggressively hitched in his throat as realization slammed into his mind. His heart? Oh god, he was going to have a heart attack, it was hammering so hard against his ribs, suddenly and uncaring of any damage done.
"Woah!!” The blonde almost kicked his feet out and straggled a bit in his chair, swiveling it out enough so he could look down at you.“Timeout! What!!! What are you doing?” His voice was a squeaky mess, an octave higher than usual as you looked up at him, getting your body more adjusted in the tight space.
“I’m under your desk.” You were biting your bottom lip, moving forward a bit to place your hands on his knees. There was no motion from you to get Ryland to shift and your touch was a gentle, reassuring pressure as it usually was. But, there was more to this and he felt himself short-circuiting as he raised his hips and re-adjusted in the chair. As a result, his legs propped open just a bit more, giving your hungry eyes enough of a chance to see the evidence of the moment beginning to strain against the harder fabric of his jeans.
A flush of severe heat crept up Ryland’s neck and exploded across his skin, splotching into uneven spots down the ‘v’ of his button down, along his chest. “Y-yeah, you are…But uh… (Name), what are you doing?”
“Helping you relax.” Your voice was a muffled from under his desk as Ryland’s mind was trying to keep hold of the situation unfolding. His eyes widened a fraction as you tipped your body, angling a bit better on your knees so you could lean in, the warmth of your breath hitting his clothed hard-on along with the absolutely ludicrous sensation of your hands trailing up his thighs sending him straight into orbit. Metaphorically of course. If he went into orbit, he’d explode. Which seemed like a favorable outcome. Maybe. Maybe not. He was trying to not think about any part of his body exploding! This was not happening. This had to be a dream. Ryland swallowed but found that his mouth was drier than a desert. Your fingers pressed against the button of his jeans and sent a jolt of electricity straight down his spine.
“Wait, wait, wait!” He straggled in the chair, grasping the arms for a second before releasing. Whatever fumes his mind was running on before turned to straight, unadulterated anticipation and panic. And his body wasn’t going to discriminate between the two. They were one in the same. “Not here. This is my classroom, for Pete’s sake!”
“I know it is,” You traced the circular button under your touch slowly. “I’ve been in here quite a lot.”
Ryland felt your fingers fumble gracefully with the cool metal of the button, the soft metallic sound jarring and exciting in the room as it popped open, but also… Terrifying. He instinctively grabbed your hand with his much larger one, a panicked gesture to pose against your relaxed attitude towards… Well… He looked you in the eye and you were unwavering in your stare back. Whatever the heck it was that you were doing. “Really, h-here?” He just wanted to make sure, his voice wavering and shaking around his words. “R-right now? I mean…” He puffed his cheeks out. “Are you insane?” Your lips parted as you looked up at him through a flush of eyelashes. Yeah, you were insane. And he was too. “The door is locked, right? You locked it? I heard a click, but that coulda been anything. Coulda been the A.C system kicking on--- Or a janitor!” A look of horror hit his face causing you to stifle a small laugh, “A very large, very intimidating janitor named Carl.”
A small, amused sigh escaped your lips, the heat once again catapulting against him. “Ryland, breathe. I locked the door.”
That should have been reassuring. So, Ryland forced himself to take a deep, shuddering inhale, his hands coming to grip the arm rests once again, only this time, it was done with such intensity that his knuckles turned a shade of unnatural white. He exhaled and closed his eyes, but that wasn’t helping. The man became acutely aware of everything. The sound of his own breathing was too loud, the frantic and stupidly desperate beating of his heart, the faint hum from his desk light and the feeling of your hand tracing the shape of his hard-on through the thick jean fabric.
Dear Galileo Galilei.
Ryland whimpered a bit, taking in more air than his lungs could handle and held it in. Hey! The pressure in his chest was a welcome distraction from the pressure building elsewhere. Blue eyes squeezed shut, seeing constellations behind his eyelids as your touch wasn’t just trace anymore. It was a firm stroke, a confident exploration that made his hips twitch involuntarily into your grasp. Map them! Map them!!! Aquarius, Orion, URSA Major… He just needed something to ground himself from the unpredictable movements happening from under his desk. A strangled sound escaped his throat, half gasp, half moan. Ryland could feel the tension building as the rough denim dragged against him from your movement, a delicious, maddening friction that was both too much and not nearly enough.
“Wait, wait, wait!!!” He babbled in a hushed whisper as if there was someone else in the room. “A-Are you sure? What if someone… Oh… Geez… What if the janitor! Carl.” Ryland raised his eyebrows at you, “Needs to empty the trash? What if he has a key? I bet he does. All janitors have keys, it’s like… In their job… descri…ption…”
“Relax, Ryland.” Your voice was calm but nothing about how he was feeling was calm!
He came to a slow stop as your touch moved to the waistband of his jeans, Ryland almost pressing his chin into his chest just to the best view he could. The very sight of your fingers, so sure and deliberate hooked into one of his belt loops sent him down another spiral staircase of unforbiddenness. You weren’t stopping. ALERT!!! You were not stopping!!! With a painstakingly slow tug, you pulled the loop and used it as an anchor to draw him closer to the edge of the chair, his legs spreading perfectly to capture you between them. And from the smile on your face, Ryland knew you were right where you wanted to be. He exhaled a hard breath as your other hand came to join the party, tracing the cool metal of the zipper with a light touch that was somehow more tormenting to him than the previous.
You leaned in, the heat of your mouth so evident to his yearning skin as you pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the rough denim, right over the straining zipper. It was scorching, even through the layers of fabric and too overwhelming. Ryland’s entire body went rigid above you, a choked gasp tearing from his throat, desperate and pleading without having to say a word. His hips shifted upwards again, trying to get some semblance of release from a game you were too good at playing. You repeated it again, this time with more force and left a kiss of saliva against the denim and with that, Ryland’s pupil stricken eyes watching your every move, all thought of janitors, job descriptions or being caught was utterly forgotten. Ryland gave one more cursory glance to his classroom, as if to beg for its forgiveness of what was about to happen in its sanctuary walls. The scuffed linoleum floor, the locked door, the periodic table poster taped to the wall. Forgive me for I have SINNED!!
With one more sinfully deep breath, this one a little more determined and steady, Ryland lifted his hips in a silent, clumsy and arrogantly eager invitation for you. You met his gaze slowly, playfully and antagonistically triumphant that made his breath hitch a bit too hard in his dry throat. Worst to him than anything else was the way you let the moment hang by a thread, letting him squirm a bit in his own anticipation after you laid the groundwork, your fingers still hooked in the belt loop, other teasing at the zipper as you drew it down. Ryland exhaled, the action enough to get him to move again, hips rising more. There was the desperate hope warring with the mystified panic behind his gaze and it was more potent at turning you on than a simple touch as you stared at each other.
You moved again, Ryland could feel it on every surface of his being as you drifted your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. The taut muscles of his lower stomach clenched, the silky smooth hair of his happy trail kissed your knuckles as you began to pull downwards, the rough fabric dragging against his skin seemingly impossibly loud in the otherwise silent room. You slid his pants and boxers down just enough in one smooth motion to watch the delicious way his cock exposed to the cool air and laid hard against his navel, hot and straining. You pulled back just enough to relish in your handiwork. Ryland was flushed, probably from head to toe, his hair a mess of blonde strands carelessly tossed about and his blue eyes wide with a mixture of shock that he was this exposed in his classroom and lust at the idea that this was actually happening. In his classroom. And it was like a box had lifted in his mind and revealed the dirtiest secret that he tried to keep hidden.
He was breathing sharply, unevenly as a sensual smile slid across your face, your eyes half lidded as you leaned forward once again. He was completely and utterly at your mercy and the power dynamic was intoxicating. Ryland Grace was a man who lived by logic and reason in the clouds, and you had pushed him so far beyond that to the point where all he could do now was sit back and feel with his feet planted on the ground. And feel he did. Your gaze drifted down, past the hem of his rumbled shirt against his stomach to the hard proof of his desire to let this happen. The blonde was undeniably aroused; his cock laid proud against the pale skin of his stomach, the color pink and inviting for your mouth as it began to water in acute anticipation. A thick, pulsing vein ran along the underside, a roadmap for your tongue to indulge in. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable. You grasped the thick base, his pubic hair tickling your fingers as you leaned in, closing the final inch of space.
Ryland stiffened the moment your mouth was on him. Sudden and sharp, like getting a shot in your arm accompanied by a soft and wet noise from your lips that made him gasp, his head falling back against the chair with a soft thud. Eyes fluttered shut without reserve, his mind going blissfully blank. The lesson plans, the lab reports, the stress of the day all faded away and was replaced deliciously by the all consuming sensation of your heated mouth taking him in like a refuge. It was an exploratory pressure, letting Ryland feel the plush curve of your lips against the sensitive skin of the head.
A hissing inhale was a reward from the teacher beneath your touch as he tossed his head from side to side minutely, trying to re-gain some traction and control but it was thrown out the window the moment he decided it was okay to do this in his classroom. The prominent ridge on the underside of his cock got the utmost attention as your tongue danced along it, almost able to feel the frantic pulse of beating against your tastebuds, almost abusingly so. Swirling your tongue around the head, you sunk in further, raising your other hand to his hip as Ryland braced his feet against the ground to stop his chair from moving. The clean, salty and unique taste of his pre-cum exploded onto your tongue as you selfishly lapped up the pearly bead of fluid that had gathered at the slit like it was the most intoxicating thing to ever be tasted. A hum left you as it dripped down your throat mixed with your saliva and Ryland felt a roll of uncoiling pressure in his stomach.
“Oh… goodness gracious…” He moaned softly, feeling the delectable way you hollowed out your cheeks as you went down his length, taking in more and setting a languid rhythm he could keep up with but was still designed to undo the blonde man piece by little piece. The sounds were… Your favorite part. They were low, guttural and completely unrestrained from Ryland, soft groans and choked off gasps that he couldn’t seem to hold back mixing with the disgustingly pretty sounds produced by your lips sliding on his cock. The muffled wetness, the jerking suction as you rose to the head again and slid down with another groan against his already overstimulated skin.
“Y-You’re not playing fair. Th-there’s rules in my classroom, (Name).” The words were ragged and hard in the air.
Ryland let his eyes slide open long enough to look down at you working. Big mistake. Irises met for only a second before his attention turned to the way your lips were wrapped around him and how he could feel your teeth lightly coming out to scrape. Not to hurt, but to please and send him into existential overdrive. He jolted and fought his body’s desire to jump out of the chair. You only hummed in response, increasing the tempo playfully for a split second before decreasing and going painstakingly slow as you went back down, feeling the heady organ twitch against your tongue.
And… Ryland was staring. So what? Wasn’t a man allowed to stare at his partner when he got head in the middle of his flippin’ classroom? The cute blonde whimpered and drew his bottom lip in, your eyes entrapped by that action. He tossed his head back and groaned as the motions from you were accompanied by the sensation of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, just enough for him to raise his hips a few centimeters and to earn a very tasty sounding gag.
“Fuuuuuuuudge nuggets, that’s gotta be illegal in at least 12 states…” You did it again, repeating the process and intentionally gagging yourself, a very messy and intentional act that made Ryland’s entire body seize up. “Ohhhh boy… Definitely illegal in this classroom.” He joked breathlessly as you looked up at him with your mouth still full, eyes sparking with wicked amusement. The very sight of it, your lips stretched around him, your eyes crinkling with a smile that was both innocent and full of sensual malice. That was almost enough to undo him right then and there.
A straggled laugh mixed with a moan hit the air, his head falling back against the chair again, “Y-you’re such a menace. A complete and…” You sucked harder, derailing his train of thought for just a moment and eliciting a deep groan from the blonde. “Gosh darn… Menace to society…”
The hard suctioning of your pretty mouth was counteracted by gentleness as you trailed your hand from his hipbone down to his thick thigh and rubbed his muscles through the jeans that were still disappointingly dragged down only enough to get his hard-on and balls exposed. He wanted more. He wanted to feel your fingernails against his skin, bare, but the sound of them sliding against the denim was a good second. You were taking him deeper now, your hand stroking in perfect time with your mouth as the one against his thigh trailed up, not enough to captivate all of Ryland’s senses at first until you gently cupped his balls. The reaction was instantaneous. His whole body went ridgid, a moan getting caught in his throat as he bucked his hips wildly in one hard, involuntary primal thrust upwards. The gag that followed from your throat was disgusting in any other format but this one as you rolled his balls in your palm, applying a soft yet firm pressure.
“Okay… Ah!” Ryland’s jaw twitched, the muscle settling into place as he was trying to keep himself from bursting at the seams. “Ohhh… Y-you’re going to be the d-death of me.”
You watched with wide, curious eyes as his hands flew from their safe spot slash death grip on the arm rest, not to push you away, but to tangle his long fingers desperately in your hair. That caused a small flush of warmth to run down your spine as he was attempting to garner some control over your movements, but it was failing. Ryland was unable to guide you, instead, he just proceeded to focus on not ripping your hair out and letting you bob with more confidence. Emboldened now by the scientist’s reactions, you decided to push him a little further. Your own little experiment, if you will. Your hand, which had gently been cradling his heavy balls shifted so you could use your thumb to trace the sensitive seam where his balls met his body and proceeded to trace a maddeningly slow circular motion that made his breath become painful.
“P-please…” His voice felt hoarse. “Please don-don’t you dare stop now…”
The weight of them in your hand was driving you to the very edge of what your mind was able to handle, testing their capability before you decided to roll one testicle between your thumb and forefinger. Ryland wailed, the mess he’d made with his hand in your hair tightening and you enjoyed the burning sensation it was giving against your scalp as you turned your hands attention to the other testicle, giving it the same treatment, at the same time hollowing your cheeks again and intentionally suctioned harder than before, putting more attention towards the head of his swollen cock than anywhere else.
“Bahhhhh okay. Ahhh!” Ryland yelped pathetically for it to die in the sterile air of his classroom. He was babbling incoherently now, his words dissolving into a series of broken moans and staggering words, “I.. ah.. Mmmmmmfffuuuu… I’m gonna…” He chomped on his bottom lip as his body grew taut underneath you, the tightening of his ball sac evident in your grasp and the almost pulsating nature of his cock a delectation in your mouth. And you didn't let up despite Ryland’s body sending him into a near cardiac arrest situation. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough oxygen into his lungs as your eyes met his through your eyelashes again, the visual of you anchoring him to the chair was too much for him to comprehend as his vision went a little blurry around the edges.
Whatever gentle pressure you had on his sac was released but immediately replaced as you hand only readjusted to cup them with the flat of your palm and rolled them in a relentless and possessive fashion. Your other hand that had been used to hold the base of his cock was abandoned in favor of pressing against his lower abdomen, right below his navel and holding him down as Ryland’s wild hips were trying to jackhammer their way off the chair. It was a silent, dominant gesture that said let go, I’ve got you.
The triple threat of sensations was his undoing. The overwhelming heat and suction of your mouth around his cock, the hard press of your hand against his stomach and the firm, domineering massage of his balls lead to his entire body arching in a perfectly tense bow, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he unloaded straight into your mouth with a very aggressive attempt at moving his hips forward. The intent was to breed, even if it was just for show. You could feel a bit of it slide down the corner of your mouth as you milked him through it, moans leaving your mouth and vibrating against him as you enjoyed the frantic pulse of his orgasm, exploding the rich, salty and yummy taste on your tongue without a second thought. You met his eyes once again, letting him know without a doubt that his cum was trickling down your throat in a hefty sum, something that Ryland watched with baited and hazed amusement, your neck muscles convulsing just enough for him to gawk at as you swallowed.
Your motions got slower, Ryland’s breathing an absolute mess above you as the tense nature of his bones dwindled to a limp, boneless mass slumped over you, still holding onto your hair, keeping you in place under his desk. For a long moment suspended in time, the only sound in the classroom was the ragged and uneven panting of a man who had just ran a marathon and lost. The lack of disconnect was nice, your mouth still gently holding on, bobbing more languidly, your hands still caressing the points of his body that felt like they should no longer exist. Pulling away was harder than you wanted to admit, missing the sensation as you did but staying long enough to give his cock a few more licks, like a lollipop, still boasting the taste of his cum that you wanted to clean up entirely. Ryland pushed some of your hair back, his minor attempt at an apology for grabbing it so hard in the first place and allowed himself a moment to watch you clean up his unraveling.
You took your time, he noticed with a soft huff, his breathing still hard and unpatterned, his thighs felt numb under the overbearing denim and his feet were so hard against the floor they should have sunken in due to friction. It was almost like you were worshiping him, the way that your flattened tongue moved against the underside of his semi-hard cock, licking a broad stripe from the base near his balls to the tip to gather what little of his release remained. You felt him shudder under you, the taut muscles in his stomach shifting and shivering that was less about arousal and more about the almost painful sensitivity of his post-orgasmic state. Ryland’s fingers, still tucked in your hair, tightened for a brief second before loosening again, a silent plea that was both a protest and an encouragement. With a final, soft kiss to his now flaccid head, you began the ever endearing task of putting him back together.
Ryland helped as much as he could as you gently tuck his softened cock back into his boxers, his hips raising just enough for you to pull the soft fabric of his boxers against his sensitive skin. Then, you carefully pulled the stiffer fabric of his jeans back up his hips, the denim such a stark contrast to what had just commenced. A soft and intimate moment in his classroom. You zipped up his pants, buttoned his fly with a gentle smile sent his way. Nothing was said between the two of you, Ryland was pretty sure words would not come out right so he just… Watched. Your movements were quiet, very you and very much an act of care that felt more close than anything you’d done before.
You were silently telling him that it wasn’t just a fleeting moment of irrational sexual release guised under his frustration at grading papers, but something more, something… Real.
The science teacher heard the soft rustle of your clothes as he pushed back in his chair enough to let you out. You emerged a disheveled and accomplished mess, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips that he stared at for a moment too long, as if having to remember that those lips just sent him to the moon and back. You looked down at him as you leaned against the edge of his desk, crossing your arms. His head was still slightly thrown back against his chair, thighs spread as if beckoning you back in. His eyes were floating along yours, tired but not like they had been when you first came in to his classroom. His usually messy blonde hair was even more so, having thrashed it wildly against the headrest and causing it to stick up cutely in the back. There was a mottle of a blush along his face as if he hadn’t just attempted to shove his entire cock into your mouth and he was just a shy, reserved teacher with a crush on his fellow teacher.
You let Ryland re-buffer as he shut his eyes, drawing in a few deep inhales and long exhales. His breathing had gotten better, just was still a bit jagged around the edges. He was a beautiful, glorious wreck and you had been the one to break him, a tiny bit of pride hit your chest. His eyes opened a moment later and found yours instantly.
“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” You whispered playfully, licking your lips and still tasting him lingering.
“I…” He tried to formulate words that were not combobulated. “Uh.. I think I… Wow..” You smiled shyly as Ryland moved a bit to wrap an arm around your waist and bring you to slot between his welcoming thighs. You rested a hand on his shoulder. “I think I forgot my own name for a second.”
You laughed, tilting your head back as you allowed him access to hold you. That made him smile in response, fingers trailing against the hem of your yellow hoodie. And for a split second, he wondered if there was anything under it.“I think that was the idea, Ryland.” You teased, bringing your lips down and letting them ghost against his, Ryland tasting the salty nature of his ejaculation against them and the desire popped up in his mind again as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“Okay, so… Full disclosure. I have a stack of lab reports on the desk that totally just witnessed that monstrosity.” You giggled as he tugged at your waist, silently urging you to take in the idea of straddling him. “I should be grading them.”
You nodded in faux agreement as the hands on your side moved to cup the fleshy bit of your body right under your ass which caused such a stir when paired with the look in Ryland’s eyes. Earnest and innocent, and it made your chest tighten uncomfortably and the pool of heat rose a bit in your stomach as your hands trailed from his shoulders to the mess of mused blonde hair.
“But uh…” He sucked a breath in through his teeth, “You did so well helping me relax. I mean, exceptionally well. I’m pretty sure I died and came back to life.” He gave you a lopsided smile. Charming as always, but there was something darker under the surface that you were starting to obsess about.
“A-Plus, gold star, this is going on the fridge kind of grade. And I… Well… I wa-want to do the same for you. Make you forget about the lesson plans for Monday.” He spotted a glance at the flash drive sitting next to the lab reports on his desk. “In fact I think… It’s my professional responsibility as your colleague and boyfriend to ensure you’re not… overworked like I was… It’s a matter of… Academic wellness.” He offered.
A smile rose against your face as the meaning of his words clicked like a puzzle. You shuffled in, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips that made Ryland’s eyes flutter shut. “We can’t have poor academic wellness, now can we?” You murmured against his mouth, the teacher eating your words without hesitation. “That sounds serious.”
Ryland nodded with a cute pout of agreement. “Oh yeah, very serious.”
His fingers pressed into the fabric of your thighs with a new found confidence. Without even thinking, you swung your leg over his lap and settled onto his thigh with a soft sigh at the friction it bore for you between your legs. Immediately, Ryland’s hands roamed upwards, tracing the curve of your spine and making the shape of your body as if committing it to his memory bank.
“And uhh…” He looked behind you at his desk. Specifically, the space where you had been tucked in just minutes before. “I think the bottom of my desk just saw more action than it has in years. Seems only fair if we give the top a turn, right?”
A giggle escaped your lips at the sensation of Ryland’s palm flat against the small of your back, under your hoodie. The touch was full of a promise as you shifted and almost grinded against his thigh. “Right…” You whispered.
A soft smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a warmth that made your heart do that little flutter. Ryland didn't make a joke, instead, he just leaned his and rested his forehead against yours.“Good. Just give me one more minute. I’m still collecting pieces of my soul you sucked out.”
You moved a hand from the back of his head to his jaw, your thumb lightly stroking the warm, flushed and prickly skin under his beard as he gave you a sleepy-ish cheeky grin. “I was just trying to help you relax.”
“Mission accomplished, you menace.” Ryland joked, tilting his head enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It could have been hungry or demanding, but it was sweet as could be, a kiss that said thank you and I adore you all at once. He pulled back, gaze full of mesmerization that was reserved for intimate moments with you. “I uh… think all those soul crushing pieces are collected. You ready?”
You nodded slowly, feeling Ryland leave you with a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth as he shifted his weight, his large hands moving to support you as he helped you slide off his lap and onto your more unstable feet. His own body followed closely behind, your eyes dipping to where your mouth had been previously before trailing up his length to his mouth. You let him move you, your lower back colliding with the edge of the desk softly, Ryland bracing his hands on the desk on either side of your body, effectively caging you in.
Despite the motion being possessive, you could see the flicker of adoration and love in his dark blue eyes as Ryland leaned in, capturing your lips in another slow, sweet kiss. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your eyelids fluttered shut, body melting against him as Ryland took a step closer and closed what little gap there was left. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, fingers tangling into the smooth hair at the nape and urged him in. There was the steady, reassuring beat of his heart as your chests crushed together, something that grounded you but sent you sky-high simultaneously. Ryland was right. You thought to yourself, the kiss deepening and his tongue tracing at the seam of your lips.
You did need to relax. You had been so focused on him, on his pleasure that you hadn’t realized how tense you were and how dripping wet you were feeling from the inside out. It hit you like a train going full speed - hope much you needed this, needed him. So, your mouth opened for him, a moan escaping at the same time as his tongue exploded into your territory, meeting yours immediately, but there was no true sense of urgency as Ryland lifted you up just a bit to get you to sit on the edge of the desk, your legs casing around the narrowing of his hips. His fingers left the reserve of the oak and moved to trace the hem of your hoodie in the back, his touch light and teasing and full of heady intent that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
“Ryland, I…”
“Shhh…” He murmured, his open mouth dropping and trailing down your jaw, teeth nipping once they met your pulse point. His hot lips continued their journey down your neck, his tongue now trailing a sliver of saliva in its wake as a wet path was laid along your jugular. The scorching heat was pooling again in your stomach, a controlled burn that was building with every touch Ryland was giving you. “Just… relax and let me take care of you.”