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The Acolyte - Chapter 10

Word Count: 2460

CW: Age-gap relationship, student/teacher relationship, love-making, P i V sex, fingering, oral (male giving, female receiving).

Gale, a perfect gentleman, held my arm as my ankles wobbled across the gravel to his car. Apparently it had taken all my concentration while sober to walk in Jen’s heels, but the alcohol added an insurmountable barrier. He drove a deep blue BMW 2-series, which tracked with what I knew of him—a decently nice car, but a few years old. The interior was immaculately clean, but lacked the new car smell. Instead, it smelled like him—spice and wood and a hint of orange. We drove for around twenty minutes before reaching his house. For some reason, I’d expected something old, quaint, and made of cobblestone—like something a wizard might live in in a fairy tail. So when we approached a shiny, newly-built, two-story home I was a bit taken aback. He pulled into the garage in a fluid motion, and turned to me before getting out. “Are you allergic to cats?”

“A bit late for that,” I replied, “but no.”

“Ah, good. Tara isn’t exactly friendly, but she does like to make her presence known.”

We walked around to the front door. He unlocked it, opened it, and stepped inside—I followed him in. The house was decorated with shades of blue and natural woods. It looked professionally done and I began to wonder whether it was. I heard a faint pat pat pat pat pat and saw a massive Maine Coone cat trotting into the foyer. It wove itself between Gale’s ankles as he slid his boots off. “Tav, this is Tara; Tara, this is Tav.” Tara eyed me with contempt as I bent down to pat her head, which she begrudgingly accepted. “Excuse me a minute,” Gale said as he backed towards the kitchen, “it’s well past her dinner time.” He and the cat walked out of sight and I heard the tinkle of kibble being poured into a ceramic bowl. I stepped out of Jen’s heels, losing the five inches they’d leant to my height. “There,” he said as he returned, “she won’t bother us. Now. My study is this way.” He took my hand and led me into the room branching left off the foyer. It looked nearly identical to his office except everything was bigger: the room, the desk, the sofa, the bookcases, the window, everything. I plunked down onto the full-sized sofa as he scanned the bookcase behind me for the particular volume he wanted. “Ah ha!” I heard him exclaim, followed by the sound of rustling pages. Gale sat on the edge of his desk facing me as he flipped through the book searching for the riddle. The lamp on his desk cast a warm glow on parts of his face, and the book cast deep shadows on the rest. He looked like a Rembrandt. “Here we are,” he said, handing the book to me. The riddle was short: only seven lines. “Do you want me to just do it aloud, like, from the top of my head?”

“Ideally, yes.”

“Really? Now?”

He nodded aggressively. I squinted at the words on the page and they danced a little, “‘Splendidly hangs,’ no there must be an implied pronoun there, ‘Splendidly it hangs by men’s thighs, lord of under the garment. In the front there is a hole…’ Jesus Christ, Gale!” I looked up and saw he was watching me intently.

“Be a good girl and go on,” he purred. I cleared my throat, and continued, piecing together that this was extremely elaborate and contrived foreplay. But it was working.

“‘It is strong and hard. It has a good position. When a man raises his own clothing over the knee, will…” I looked up again, and it was impossible to ignore his erection.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded.

“But I already know the answer,” I placed the book face down next to me and rose to meet him. I kissed him. Not greedily this time, but slowly, tenderly, and just as he was about to slide his tongue past my lips I pulled my head back. Tonight, I decided, I was in control and I wanted sex on my terms. Twirling a lock of his hair around my finger, I brushed my lips against his, and grazed his cheek, and traced the tendons of his neck with the very tip of my tongue. Gale let out a small shudder, and moved to grab my hips; but I stepped back. “I already know the answer,” I repeated, “but I’m not telling you.” I hooked my index fingers through two of his belt loops and pulled him sharply towards me. I had to stand up on my tip-toes to reach his ear with my mouth, but I whispered, “I don’t actually know where your bedroom is.” He laughed and motioned for me to follow him back out the way we came and up the stairs.

Gale’s bedroom was surprisingly modern and chic for a bachelor pad. Its navy walls sported matching molded panels, giving the room an academic feel. Thick beige curtains hung drawn over one wall,The dark hardwood floor was partially covered by a soft woven carpet in shades of blue, purple, and beige. Atop the carpet, in the center of the back wall, sat a huge bed. The linen bedding was cream and beige and spilled hap-hazardly over the thick mattress. There was a particularly fuzzy divot to which I can only assume Tara had laid her claim. One pillow bore a crater in the middle, but the other sat pristine. The image of Gale, despite having the bed to himself, still keeping to one half tugged at my heart. Only a twin pair of lamps sitting on either nightstand lit the room, bathing it in a soft, neutral glow and casting harsh shadows. I stopped and let go of Gale’s hand.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes,” I assured him, “but can we put aside the whole, Professor power dynamic thing for tonight? Can we be gentle? Please?” Gale took me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.

“Of course, you have my word.”’

I tilted my face up to his and kissed him. Everything was different—softer, sweeter, gentler. When I felt his hands on my back, they weren’t grabbing at my clothes, but gently pressing my body into his. Every shift in his jaw, every tilt of his head was tender. Gale drew a trail of ephemeral kisses from the corner of my mouth to my collar bone before stepping back. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt, but paused, waiting for my approval. I nodded, reaching behind my back for the back of my dress and pulled it over my head. The bodice had been tight enough that I, unthinkingly, hadn’t bothered to wear a bra—a fact I was made acutely aware of when the air collided with my nipples, hardening them into small pebbles. Then I removed Jen’s fishnets, and when I straightened up I stumbled back slightly. Even back-lit he was beautiful. Tan and muscular with dark hair spread across his chest. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed, it was involuntary but I didn’t feel the typical rush of shame I normally felt when I blurted something out like that. The air on my skin made me acutely aware of just how vulnerable a position I was already in, but I felt safe under Gale’s gaze. He smiled at me and took a few steps forward to close the distance between us. “That’s my line,” he said, cupping my face in his hands and kissing my forehead. I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling his warm skin beneath my fingers. “You’ll have to learn to share, I guess,” I said, rubbing gently at his chest.

“I suppose I can do that.” He pulled my body against his, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The sensation of his skin against mine was like being wrapped in a warm blanket, and I was astounded at the difference between our previous encounters and this one. A part of me feared he wouldn’t be capable of restraint, but Gale seemed to take as much pleasure in love-making as he did fucking. His hands drifted down my body to the backs of my thighs, and I took the sign to jump up, gripping his waist between my thighs as his hands supported my ass. He kissed me deeply, and twirled me around a few times. I giggled as he turned to walk towards the bed. “You’re really something, you know?” I said as he gently deposited me on the duvet.

“Yeah?” He undid his belt, and stepped out of his trousers.

“Yeah.”

I shimmied my way backward towards the pillows as Gale stalked towards me. His boxers were a blue plaid and looked soft, but I resisted the urge to reach out and touch. Leaning on his forearm against the headboard, he looked down at me from above—he looked like an angel. Smiling up at him, I reached up to stroke his cheek with my thumb and he nestled his head into my palm. I twisted my fingers in his soft, brown hair and guided his face to mine. Kissing Gale felt like a hot cup of tea on a cold, wet day. It was honey on a sore throat. It was aloe on a sunburn. His soft lips brought relief to my soul. I’d lost track of his other hand, but it reestablished itself by tugging at the waistband of my panties. I acquiesced and lifted my hips into his hovering above as Gale deftly slid the garment over my hips. He sank back onto his knees and removed the thing fully, casting it aside into a shadow. He gently pushed my right knee so that my leg bent up, and he rested his chin on it.

“So now that you have me naked, you’re done?” I teased.

“Far from it,” he assured, “just pausing for a moment to admire the view.” I contorted my face into a caricature of a magazine model, and when that made him giggle I swapped to a cheesing grin and threw up a peace sign. “You’re really something, you know that?” He kissed my knee and I placed my foot gently against his chest. Gale lifted my ankle, put it over his shoulder, and began a trail of kisses down my leg to my inner thigh. I breathed in sharply as I felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin and felt warmth pooling between my legs. “May I?” He asked, looking up into my eyes. “Yeah,” I managed.

“Thank you.”

I shuddered with anticipation as Gale slid his hands under my hips, lifting me to a more accessible height. He sucked on the skin of my inner thigh almost like a warning before turning his attention inward. I felt his wet tongue slide between my dripping folds and gripped my breasts tightly, squeezing my way through the sensation. He dragged his tongue across that sensitive bundle of nerves and began lapping at it. “Oh God,” I pressed my head further into the pillow and pushed my breasts together. Gale shifted my hips onto one hand as he moved the other between my legs. I felt him slide two fingers into my slick cunt and pressed my eyes shut. He was gentle, but unrelenting. His tongue a barrage of pleasure against my clit, his fingers curling inside me perfectly. I had never been with someone who had such precise knowledge of how to make me scream. It didn’t take long for the hot feeling to begin building in my pelvis. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” I begged as I ground my hips against his mouth. “I’m… I'm gonna… I… Fuck!” My words drowned in the guttural cry that escaped my diaphragm, unafraid now of being overheard. Sensation boiled over and my body shook with pleasure as Gale pressed his lips to my inner thigh once more, coaxing me through. I felt my insides pulse with delight. My breath deepend.

“I told you I was in possession of a talented tongue.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s sexy.”

“I know,” his face was hovering inches above mine in a flash, “are you ready for more?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I raised myself up to kiss him and brought him crashing down on top of me. I ran my hands down his neck, over his shoulder, down his back, and pressed his hip into mine. A small moan escaped his lips as his throbbing hardness met my soft, wet mound. Gale buried his face in my neck as he rutted against me. He was so patient, so attentive, so generous. I slid his boxers over his hips, freeing him. He reared back on his knees and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under my hips. Gale slipped inside me and draped my knee over his forearm. “Look at you,” he cooed, “you’re so wonderful. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I echoed as he began to pump into me.

“I want to see you, I want to look at you.” He accelerated his pace slightly, but mostly he was slow and deliberate. Every thrust connected with that hallowed spot just so. I hadn’t expected to cum again—I don’t know why, perhaps I wasn’t yet used to Gale’s attentiveness—but I felt my eyes roll back as wet heat threatened to overtake my body once more. “Oh, Gale,” my breath was strained and my voice soft, “Oh God.” The lines between pleasure and pain blurred once more as he thrust his cock deep inside me. One final drive sent me tumbling into oblivion as every muscle in my body trembled and shuddered. I felt my insides pulse once more, and the rhythmic contraction of my walls pushed Gale right after me. My body was greedy for him and seemed to squeeze the hot, wet seed out for itself. I felt him lay down beside me, and for a moment we both lay in silence save for our panting. I opened my eyes and rolled to face him. He lay on his back, brown hair tousled and mussed, but a look of blissful contentment spread across his face. I pressed my body against his, and lifted my head so he could put an arm around me and press me closer. Our skins were tacky and clung to each other as one in the afterglow.

Resting my head on Gale’s chest, I spoke first, “You gonna throw me out now?”

“No,” he chuckled, “besides, I’m not done with you yet.” I sat up a little.

“Gale, this was incredible, but I really don’t think I-”

“I make an excellent eggs benedict,” he interjected.

“Oh,” I sank back down into his embrace, “I love eggs benedict.”

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