11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Oliver

M y breathing picks up, my chest rising fast. When I logged into FAN-tasy earlier, I kept telling myself that if he wasn't logged in, I would cut my losses. But when I saw he was not only logged in, but doing a live session, my heart stopped.

The first thing I did when I came home from class today was look up the university rules. There's nothing that states or discourages a professor and student relationship. However, I still don't want to risk my job. Especially when I'm not sure if something is happening between us. We don't know each other much outside of school, which is why I figured this would be the best solution.

We can talk and get to know each other on here without the risk of being seen in public. If things fizzle out, then no harm is done, but if something comes of this, then we'll have to figure out our next steps.

"Oliver?" His voice cuts through my thoughts and I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the first place.

"Hmm."

"I said, ‘take off your pants.' Unless you want to keep talking?"

Hearing Ronan tell me to take off my pants in his deep, confident voice forces a tremble through my body. Not answering him, I stand up and push my sweats down my legs.

"Underwear too, or just my pants?" I ask him, my voice cracking from how nervous I am.

"Just your pants. Let's start off easy."

Nodding my head, I step out of my sweats and plop back down onto the couch.

"I want you to watch me first. Can you do that?"

I bob my head up and down.

"I need words, Oliver." The hairs on my arms raise at his commands.

"Yes."

Ronan smirks, grabbing the mask off his bed. "On or off?"

"Leave it off, please. I want to see you. "

"Okay," he mouths silently, tossing the mask off to the side and out of view. "I want you to sit back and watch me. Don't let your eyes leave me."

"I have no problem with that." And it's true. Ronan has held my attention for a lot longer than I should admit. Since the first couple weeks of school, I've been drawn to him. Even when he was just a man behind the mask, I wanted him. Ronan or masked_menace , I want them both. I want to know both. The shy student and the confidently sexual man.

My eyes track Ronan as he strips down naked and lies on the bed.

"Can you see me?"

"Yes," I gasp. My eyes greedily roam his body, hating that there's a screen between us. I want to see his body in person, up close, where I can touch and smell and fuck , taste him. My gaze widens when Ronan licks his palm and circles it around his shaft. I track the movement of his fist going up and down, my own dick getting harder by the second.

"Fuck, that's so damn sexy."

"You're doing so good for me, Oliver. Watching me and not even touching yourself yet." I whimper loudly and Ronan's hand briefly stops before he chuckles softly. "God, you fucking love that, don't you? When I tell you how good you're doing for me? "

I nod my head eagerly, not one ounce of shame running through my veins.

"Okay, I want you to push your briefs down slowly. Let me see that gorgeous cock, baby." I do as he says, shucking off my briefs before sitting back down on the couch. "Stroke yourself. Imagine it's me next to you, my hand on your cock, squeezing you tightly. Dammit, Oliver, I wish there wasn't a screen between us."

"Me…too…" I pant, my hand not slowing down.

"Jerk yourself faster. Use your other hand to play with your balls while I play with mine."

Looking at the screen, I lock in on his hands, watching one stroking his dick while the other starts massaging his balls.

"I wish I was there with you. Whispering in your ear, watching you turn red from my praise. God, I bet those freckles of yours look beautiful when your skin is flushed from being turned on."

His words combined with what I can see of him on the screen is making me hornier than I've ever been before. Sex with Alison wasn't bad; it was fine, but it wasn't like this. It wasn't heart race inducing, sweat prickling, goosebumps scattering my body type of sex. And we aren't even in person together. We're just watching each other get off through a screen. And it's already the hottest experience of my life .

"Squeeze that fist tighter baby, work your hand up and down. God, you're doing so fucking good for me. Do you like being my good boy? Fuck. I'm getting close. I need you to come with me. Are you close?"

I bob my head, wordlessly answering both questions while my hand picks up speed. His pants fill my room through the speaker, urging me on. Damn, I can't believe we're doing this. That I'm doing this.

My cock is leaking massively, pre-cum making it easier for my hand to glide more smoothly. I don't take my eyes off Ronan, watching his back arch off the bed. Cum spurts out of his dick and I whine, wishing I was there to see it in person. His body slumps into the mattress before he tilts his head and glances at me, licking his lips.

"Fuck Oliver, come for me. Right now." His words must hit a magical button because as soon as he finishes his sentence, my balls draw up and I unleash all over my hand. "Fuck, that was sexy. You did so good for me."

Picking up my pants from the floor, I use them to wipe off my hand, cleaning myself up. Through the screen I can see Ronan doing the same before he drags the camera closer to him and I get a close-up of his face.

"We're doing that again."

"I don't think I could even fight it at this point. I tried. And I failed." Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, lightly pulling on the strands. "But we need to be careful with this. "

"Okay, I can do that."

Crossing out another question, I add up all the errors, then mark the score on the paper. Moving it to the side, I'm gleeful when I see it's the last paper I had to read. Finally . Grading these damn papers is the bane of my existence. However, they were the only thing that has occupied my mind for the past few hours. I usually have Ty grade them, but I have a break between my second and third class, so I figured I would do them myself this time. My third class is Ronan's—who I haven't seen or talked to since the other night when we got off together.

I've been anxious and worried about seeing him, so I've been trying to do everything I can to keep my mind busy.

The other night was beyond my wildest dreams. Even though it was through a computer screen, I have never had sex like that before. It makes me want more, and that's the dilemma my mind is currently stuck on.

How is this supposed to work? Ronan is my student and I'm his professor. Sure, there are only a couple weeks left of the semester. But what happens when class ends? Do we try to see what we have? And what do we even have? Anything sexual has been done behind a screen, and everything that's happened in person has been while he's my student.

My mind is a giant clusterfuck right now, and I don't know up from down. I'm second-guessing everything. I would never have imagined I'd have feelings for my student.

And that's exactly what's happened. I have feelings for Ronan that are outside of the whole sexual thing. I was feeling something for him before I knew he was masked_menace .

Fuck.

I throw my pen onto my desk, watching it bounce and roll onto the floor. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I see there's only ten minutes until class starts. I can't stay locked in here forever, so I gather all the papers, grab my laptop and water bottle, then start my way toward the lecture hall.

Walking into the room, I keep my head down, not making eye contact with anyone. But it doesn't matter. I can sense him in the room. I can't describe it, but my body knows when his is nearby. It's like there's an electric current traveling through my body that I only ever feel when he's close by.

I stroll up to the lectern, setting my stuff down, and then I face the class. I look out toward the crowd and I'm still in awe that this is my life. I get to do what I love, which is to teach others. Scanning the room, my heart skips a beat when it lands on Ronan.

What if I could do what I love and have someone by my side?

Seriously, Oliver? It's way too early to even be thinking anything like that.

Shaking my head to rid it of my thoughts, I snatch up the papers and walk towards the students, handing them out. There're groans and whoops, everyone either grimacing or smiling when they see the score they got. Shifting my head toward Ronan and his friend Noah, I try not to make it obvious, but I'm excited to see his reaction. His friend bounces in his seat and then hands Ronan his. When Ronan sees his 'A' on the paper, his eyes flick up to mine, the question brimming in them.

Fuck, he probably thinks he only got an A because of what happened between us. But honestly, it was all him. Though, by the look in his eye, he doesn't think that, so I need to make sure I tell him he earned it.

Time passes quickly, my gaze only landing on Ronan every so often. I signal that class is over, so students start making their way out of the room. I stand behind the lectern, packing up my things, waiting to see what Ronan does.

He's sitting in his seat, his stare tracking each student in the room. Once everyone has left, he smiles before striding up toward me. He gets up close, but still far enough away that if anyone was to walk in, they wouldn' t think anything out of the ordinary was happening. But there's nothing ordinary going on. My heart is beating fast and I can't stop the grin that's just for him.

"You earned that, you know."

"Huh?" he tilts his head in confusion and I chuckle, gesturing to the paper in his hand.

"Your paper. You earned that A. I saw the way you were looking at it, like you didn't believe it."

"Oh." Shaking his head, he grins at me. "I mean, I know I've been working hard, but it was still a nice surprise to see. It means I've actually been paying attention to what you're saying and not just ogling you."

"You've been ogling me?" I ask in disbelief that he would see me that way.

"Seriously, Oliver. I thought I had made it too obvious. The way I couldn't take my eyes off you, hanging on to every word you said." He steps closer to me, then glances around the room. I follow his movement, making sure no one else is nearby. "I need to do this again."

Before I can ask what he means, his lips are on mine. They're plump and soft and so fucking delicious. Groaning, I wrap my arms around his toned waist, dragging him closer to me. His erection bumps into mine, and I groan louder, grinding myself against him. His hands wrap around my neck, neither of us stopping the kiss. I' m so fucking desperate for this man. This was what I wanted the other night: Ronan in my arms.

He pulls away slowly, putting some distance between our bodies. "Fuck, you kiss so damn good."

Dipping my head, I smile, my cheeks getting warm at his compliment. His finger touches my chin before he tilts my head up to look at him.

"You're so damn gorgeous. And these freckles are my weakness." His thumb brushes against my cheekbone, and I lean into the touch, closing my eyes. His thumb traces my bottom lip before his soft lips touch mine again in a brief kiss.

"What are we doing?" I whisper, opening my eyes to look into his brown ones. Gorgeous brown eyes with an amber glint that suck me in and hold me hostage.

"I don't know. We're seeing where this goes," he shrugs and his hand falls away to his side.

"I think as long as you're my student, we should stay away from each other." I suggest walking backward, putting more distance between us. I'm trying to be smart about this even though it sucks to say the words aloud.

"What? Why?" He starts to walk closer and I raise my hand, effectively stopping him in his tracks. He huffs and crosses his arms, annoyance crossing his face.

"It's not forever. Just for now. We can't risk anything happening while you're still my student."

"Okay. I wouldn 't ever want to do anything that could hurt you." His body sags and I want to reach out and pull him back to me, but I don't.

"Or you," I counter.

"So, I guess our study sessions are over."

I chuckle. "Yeah, those are over." Even thinking about ending our study sessions causes a pain in my chest. While we didn't do anything wrong, we truly got closer during those days.

"What about our night sessions?" He crowds into my space again and lowers his voice, "And you know exactly what I'm talking about. Our sessions when I get to see your gorgeous naked body on display for me. You, touching yourself, getting off to me. The way you look so good doing exactly what I say. Fuck, Oliver. You're so good at taking directions. So fucking good for me." A whimper falls from my lips as Ronan gets closer, one of his hands landing on my hip. "God, I was right. Those freckles look so damn sexy when you blush. I'd love to get my hands on you."

"Me too." He pulls me back against his body and cants his hips, grinding his rock-hard erection into mine. His pupils dilate and his breathing picks up as his fingers twitch against my back. He's trying to restrain himself from doing more and as much as I love seeing the restraint, I also wish he would lose control, even just for a minute .

"Okay, I'm going to leave now, because if I stay, I can't promise we wouldn't end up naked in this room, and I don't think either of us wants to get caught with our pants down."

"Yeah, good idea."

I watch as Ronan offers me a shy smile, then grabs his backpack and leaves the room. My eyes follow him until the door clicks shut behind him. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know I'm not going to stop.