21. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Oliver

S tepping through the front door to my apartment, I close the door softly and lean against the cold wood. Tapping my head against the door, I close my eyes, taking a second to catch my breath. I feel like I haven't been able to breathe since Dean Grey caught Ronan and me in the hallway earlier. Of course, she didn't say anything about what she saw, but I could see the curious glance she had given Ronan before she walked away.

After saying goodbye to Ronan, I went to rejoin the fundraiser, making sure to spend some time talking with Timothy. BU offers tons of scholarships to students, and this fundraiser was an attempt at creating a new scholarship that would benefit students in the literature department. I'm confident I was able to get Timothy to consider helping fund the scholarship, but once the night came to an end, all the emotions from earlier came flooding back.

I made my rounds around the room, making sure I said goodbye to each person I came across. Slipping out the door, I walked straight into a rainstorm which seemed appropriate for what I was feeling. After standing in the rain for longer than necessary, I sat in my car wanting to scream, but it helped me to think through some things before heading back home. I knew Ronan would be here waiting for me, and I wanted to make sure I had answers to the questions I know he's going to have.

His feet pad across the floor, his presence filling the space in front of me. Opening my eyes, I take Ronan in; his hair is a mess, his eyes are red and tear-rimmed as though he's been crying. He looks tormented and wrecked and my heart aches for him. Reaching my hand out, I wait until he takes it and drag him to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, pecking at his lips.

"No," he mumbles, his body shaking.

"Come on, let's go sit on the couch so we can talk." He nods his head so I grab hold of his hand and lead him over to the couch. I sit down and pull him down next to me, twisting my body so I'm facing him.

"Well, shit." I huff trying to break the tension. Ronan is wound so tight and while I don't blame him, I hate seeing him so stressed. "We're okay, Ronan." I soothe, rubbing my thumb along the side of his hand, wanting and needing him to know that no matter what happens, me and him are good.

"But she saw us, Oliver. That was the one thing we said couldn't happen. No one could find out about us until after graduation." Tears form in his eyes again and I rush to console him.

"Ronan, we're okay. So, she saw us. I thought about that earlier and I think I have an idea if you're up for hearing it." He nods his head so I continue talking, "I have checked the code of conduct multiple times, and nowhere does it say anything about a teacher/student relationship being prohibited."

"Okay?"

"So, earlier I was sitting in my car, and I kept thinking of what we should do. While she doesn't know for sure who you are—there are thousands of students on this campus—I think the best thing to do would be for me to go in and talk to her and be honest. Dean Grey has done a lot for me, and I owe this to her. I might have been scared and nervous before about what would happen, but I'm not anymore."

"And what happens if she says it's inappropriate?" He diverts his gaze, pulling his hand away. I knew he was going to head down this road. He thinks if Dean Grey forces me to choose, I won't choose him. He took a chance on me, trusting me not to break his heart after it's been broken in the past, and he needs to know I meant what I said when I said I would take care of it.

"If she does, and I have to choose, then it's really no choice at all."

"Oh, I see," he sounds so broken and I hate that he thinks I wouldn't choose him.

"Ronan? You are who I would choose." I take hold of his chin, turning his face to me. "I told you, I'm not going to break your heart, and I meant that. I love you and I see a future with you. If something were to happen, and I needed to reevaluate my job, then that's what I would have to do. You're worth it. You're worth everything. Those other men— ahem, boys —before me didn't know how amazing you are. And for that, I'm grateful. What they did to you put you on the path to me and I will never take it for granted. I will do anything to keep you."

"Even if it means having to leave your job?"

"Yes, one hundred percent. If I have to choose between you and my job? There's no competition. It's you. Always and forever. I can promise you that."

"Wow," he breathes, leaning forward. "From the second I saw you, I knew there was something different about you. You've captured my attention for so long. But I would feel like shit if you had to quit your job because of me."

"I won't. It's just a job. That's all it is. There are tons of other jobs out there I could do. I could probably even get another job at another college near here. BU isn't the end all, be all. It could be just a stepping stone. But we're speculating about all of this honestly. We don't know what's going to happen and what Dean Grey will say. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But I wanted—no—I needed you to know that I would choose you. Always."

"And forever," he whispers.

"Yes. And forever." I kiss him passionately, pouring all of my love for him into this kiss. Ronan pushes at my shoulder, forcing me back against the cushions of the couch. He straddles my waist, a breathtaking smile overtaking his face. He cants his hips, grinding down against me. I wasn't hard before, but I'm getting harder by the second with the feel of Ronan on my lap.

"What do you need?" I rasp, guiding him to press down against me.

"I need to take control. I need you to be a good boy for me." My erection hardens more—which I didn't even know was possible—and I moan loudly. I love being his good boy and knowing it's what he needs from me sets my blood on fire.

"Okay. Here or the bed?"

"Move that sexy ass of yours to the bed. I want you to go to the bedroom and strip down. Grab the toy I bought you and have it ready. I plan to use it on you."

Whimpering, I push him off of me, his laughter filling the room. "Wait, before I go, are you sure you're okay? A lot has happened tonight and I don 't want it to seem like we haven't talked about it."

"We've talked about it, Oliver. And I love you for thinking of me and worrying, but I fucking need to be inside you."

"Okay."

I jump off the couch, heading straight to the bedroom. My shirt gets tossed in one direction, while my pants land in another. Stripping out of my underwear, I walk naked to my dresser and grab the dildo Ronan bought for me. There's a power button on the bottom and when I press it, it vibrates, causing an involuntary shiver passing through my body. Oh, my god. I can't wait to feel this filling me.

Ronan surprised me with the toy earlier this week, but we haven't had a chance to use it yet. I'm an anxious ball of energy at the thought of finally using this—a toy—with Ronan. As much as we've had sex, anything sexual really, Ronan has made us go at a snail's pace. We still haven't used any toys together, but that ends tonight.

I'm still admiring the dildo, twisting it back and forth to get a good look at it, when Ronan slides up behind me. My eyes flutter shut as his rough hand finds my hip.

"How do you like it?" he asks, kissing from one side of my body to the next. I tilt my head to the right, trembling when he sucks on a certain spot beneath my ear. I nod my head wildly, not able to answer him with words. "Fuck, Freckles. I can't wait to see you take this. I bet you're going to look so fucking beautiful, taking this silicone cock as good as you can take my dick." He snuggles into me, massaging my ass cheeks, pulling them apart.

I toss my head back, rubbing my ass against his erection. "When did you undress?"

"Before I came in here." His dick flits between my cheeks, going back and forth. My eyes roll into the back of my head, pleasure overtaking my body and if he doesn't stop, I'm going to come before we even get started. "Go to the bed and lie on your back."

Doing what he says, I walk toward the bed, arranging myself the way he wants. I watch as he comes my way, his eyes never leaving me. Blanketing my body with his, he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth before biting roughly on it. I moan loudly, which is quickly swallowed by him kissing me, swiping his tongue into my mouth. He sucks on my tongue, exploring inside my mouth. He swirls his tongue around mine, my hands coming up to cup the back of his nape, holding him in place. We take our time reveling in one another before he grabs the bottle of lube and pours some on his fingers.

"I'm going to get you stretched so you can take this toy then take my dick like the good boy I know you are. Sound good?"

Not being able to speak, I nod my head to tell him yes. Stretching me open, he starts with one finger, working his way up to three. He takes his time while I thrash around the bed from his touch. I fucking love feeling his hands on me. No one has ever been able to turn me on the way he does. A feather-like touch from him sets my body ablaze.

"I think you're ready," he says, pulling his fingers out of me. He holds up the toy, covering it in lube before turning it on. The vibrations fill the room and I freeze, which Ronan notices immediately. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing. For a second it dawned on me you're going to use a toy on me and I froze, but I am so damn ready."

"Are you sure?" He waits for my nod before saying, "Hold your legs back."

I do what he says, like the fucking good boy I am, holding my legs back. He guides the toy up and down my taint, then drags it up the length of my dick. The sensation from the toy has my toes clenching and me holding onto my legs for dear life. My body quakes and I let my legs slip before quickly reaching down and catching them again. Ronan arches an eyebrow and I mouth a silent ‘ sorry .'

The toy starts breaching me slowly, my hole opening up easily. Ronan is breathing hard, his eyes locked on where the toy is disappearing inside me.

"Fuck me, this is so damn sexy. You're sucking the toy right in." I watch as he leans forward and places a soft kiss onto my ankle. "You're taking the dildo so well. Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you." I go to tell him to hurry the hell up and get inside me when he continues talking. "But I love watching how well you're doing for me. Your skin is flushed pretty and pink, and I love seeing how turned on you are. How needy you are for me. How much you love being fucked."

He pulls the toy out to the tip before pushing it back in. He's tormenting me, and I love it. The tease of knowing soon it'll be his dick pounding into me, claiming what's his. A cry breaks free and I arch off the bed, letting go of one leg to grab hold of my cock. I start to jerk myself when Ronan growls loudly, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Okay, I can't watch anymore. I need to be inside you." Ronan leans over to grab a condom when I stop him, putting my hand out.

"Do we need to use a condom?"

Ronan freezes, his eyes bouncing between me and the condom. "Are you sure?"

"I want to feel you. All of you. And I'm negative. I've been tested recently."

"Okay. Me too." Blowing out a breath, Ronan grabs the lube, slathering it all over his cock. His cock is rock hard, the head purple and angry and I wiggle knowing I'm the only one who can make it better. He leans forward lining the head of his dick up with my hole. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He pushes in slowly, my body effortlessly accepting him thanks to the dildo .

"Oh, fucking shit, god dammit," Ronan mutters, his hand on me tightening. Fuck, I love how he can't control himself when it comes to me. I love knowing I'm driving him crazy. "You feel so fucking good on my dick, Freckles. Feeling you bare is better than anything I could have imagined. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, pushing in all the way, his neck muscles straining tight.

"Fuck, I've never felt so full," I moan, moving my hands to caress his chest.

"You're always so good for me, the way your body accepts me so easily. Fucking perfect for me."

His words die off as his thrusting picks up. He fucks into me wildly, losing himself. Once again, I'm blown away at the ease I can get him to lose himself.

"Harder," I pant, wrapping my arms around his back and trying to drag him closer to me. Ronan does as I say, slamming into me harder. I start stroking myself roughly, my cock leaking everywhere. He angles his hips and hits my prostate, lighting a fire in me. "Hell yes!" I scream, my cock twitching before unleashing rope after rope of cum all over my stomach.

Ronan roars loudly, his warmth filling me. His dick slips out easily, cum dripping out as Ronan slumps down on top of me, breathing heavily. My hand finds his hair as he dips down. Confusion must cross my face because Ronan smiles as he keeps moving down my body. My confusion changes to fire as I watch him lean down and lick my cum off my chest, humming contently.

"Fucking hell, you taste so fucking delicious. Like sin, desire, and perfection wrapped up in a pretty little bow for me to devour and enjoy." He laps up all the remaining cum off my stomach before climbing up my body and shoving his tongue into my mouth. The flavor of my cum and his saliva hits my taste buds and I moan, savoring the taste of us.

Ronan climbs back up, rolling me onto my side and sliding in behind me. His arms wrap tightly around me, my body relaxing in his embrace. The amount of love that pours off him has me snuggling in closer to him. I would do absolutely anything for this man.