Page 30 of Learn Your Limits
Chapter twenty-eight
Emiliano
The darkness of the evening starts to obscure the details of the forest surrounding the cabin as we settle in for the night.
My poor cock has been half-hard since reading the results of Reid’s questionnaire earlier today.
I could tell he was affected similarly; a delicious tension has been brewing between us all day, despite the more innocent activities we’ve shared since then.
An herbaceous scent lingers in the air from the soup we prepared for dinner, though our bowls are long empty and sitting in the drying rack. Reid is finishing the last of the cleanup, while I dig through a special bag that I packed in hopes of getting to use some of the items.
Once I’ve set the necessary items onto the nightstand and moved one of the sitting area chairs close to the edge of the bed, I call out for him to start our little lesson. “Reid?”
“Yeah?” he asks, appearing in the doorway. His arms fold over his chest as he leans a shoulder against the door.
Perching on the mattress, I motion to the seat’s cushion before me in invitation, my legs stretched and feet planted wide in front of the chair. “Sit, please.”
He raises a brow and moves out of the doorway. “Why does this feel like I’m about to be scolded?” he teases, dropping into the chair in front of me.
“Oh, I’m sure this will be much more pleasant than that.” Once he’s settled, I lean over to grab a small notebook and pen from the nightstand. I can see him follow my movements, but his eyes don’t land on the stationery; they fixate on the bottle of lube, a plug, and a bundled cord.
“Um...” His gaze flicks between the various items. “The lube and the plug, I get. But do I even want to know what that’s for?” he asks, nodding toward the item in question.
Instead of telling him outright, I place the notebook and pen in his hand before grabbing the item and holding it up between us.
“I’m aware you may have some experience with anal play, but it works a bit differently with regular sessions and if you’re the one receiving.
” Grabbing the wider end, I begin, “This part stretches to attach to any sink or shower.” Flipping the tubing, I show him the cylindrical silicone end that works like a thin dildo with a few holes at the top.
“And this part goes inside of you, acting as a hose.”
His eyes flick between mine and the notebook in his hand. Swallowing hard, he asks, “Am I supposed to write this down?”
“Well, I suppose you could draw what you see, too.” My voice turns sultry with the idea, imagining Reid with a dirty little notebook containing notes from all our sessions. “Taking notes is generally a good idea when your professor is teaching you something new.”
He groans as he flips open the notebook and begins writing down the bit of information I just gave him. “These are gonna be the strangest notes I’ve ever taken,” he grumbles, a blush painting his cheeks, highlighting the smattering of freckles across his face. “I don’t, by the way,” he says softly.
His comment makes my fingers still as I work to unbutton my shirt.
“Never had an adventurous girlfriend?” I ask, curiosity gnawing at me.
I can’t find it in me to be jealous of his previous partners or of any matter that may arise while we keep our distance during the rest of the semester.
I itch to know everything about Reid. He’s a book I’d never tire of reading, and one I hope to never stop learning from.
There is a hesitation from him, and I wonder if I’ve offended him somehow. I know I shouldn’t make assumptions when it comes to a person’s sexual past, and I silently scold myself for it. The last button of my shirt comes free when he finally responds.
“I’ve always been too afraid to ask. It’s not exactly something you can usually bring up in a casual conversation.”
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees as I plant my hands onto Reid’s thighs, craning my neck to meet his eyes. He’s been afraid to voice his wants with partners before, and I vow it’ll never be something he experiences with me.
“Your desires are important, Reid.” Rubbing his thighs softly and reassuringly, I try to ease his stress. I won’t have him feel afraid to ask me for something or voice a concern. “I want to hear every thought in that beautiful head.”
The blush painting his cheeks deepens. “I want you, Milo, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m afraid I’m gonna mess up.”
Moving closer, I raise my free hand from his thigh to bring my fingers across his reddened cheek.
“I have faith you’ll find your voice, and if you mess up, how good of a professor would I be if I weren’t here to correct your errors?
” My smile widens when I feel some of his tension dissipate beneath my touch.
“The rest of tonight only goes as you want it.”
He swipes his tongue over his lower lip before tugging it between his teeth. “What if…” He pauses and pulls in a slow, deep breath before clearing his throat. “What if tonight, I want to know what it’s like to be inside of you?” he asks, his voice stronger than before.
My smile turns triumphant at hearing Reid voice his desire, and I silently thank myself for having the insight to prepare after dinner.
Setting aside the shower extension, I make my way off the bed and stand in the space between Reid’s legs and the mattress.
“I’m sure you’ll be delighted to hear I’ve already taken the first step.
” Without hesitation, my fingers work open the zipper of my pants before letting them pool on the floor, leaving me nude.
What good would getting completely redressed be when I plan on having Reid’s cock in me as soon as possible?
The corner of his lips curl into a smirk, his amber gaze burning into mine. “I thought I was supposed to be the eager one?” he teases.
I narrowly beat the urge to roll my eyes.
Leaning into his space, I support myself with one hand while cupping his prominent erection through his jeans with the other.
“Are you saying you’re not eager, Muneco?
” Applying pressure, I continue, “Let’s make one thing clear.
You’ll be inside of me, but you’re not the one in charge. Understand?”
His head drops back with a deep groan, his eyes falling shut for a moment before he opens them and meets my gaze. “Yes, Daddy.”
A bruising kiss is his reward. My lips tingle, brushing against his while my fingers wrap around his covered shaft. Fuck. He’s long and thick, and it’s been more than a while since I’ve bottomed, but I’d give this brat anything he wants.
Slowly pulling away, I look down, admiring his flushed, sensitive lips already reacting to my kisses. “As delectable as you are when you submit to me, I need you to know you have power here. If there’s any time we need to pause or fully stop, you will tell me.”
“I promise,” he says before his lips find mine. He slowly slides a hand against my chest, applying enough pressure to guide me back, giving him room to stand. Once we’re face-to-face, my fingers hook into the hem of his henley, and I pull it off.
“It’s been a while for me,” I confess, admiring the smattering of freckles along his chest, drifting my hands lower and tracing the V-line of his hips. I’ve already told Reid I have no particular urge to bottom, but I wanted to be his first.
If it were fully up to me, also his last. I’m not sure I could give him up after we’ve taken these next steps, but I would rather not think about our hazy future while he’s presently half-nude in front of me.
“I’ll need to stretch.” Purposely dragging out my words, I let a moment pass as I flick open the button on his jeans. “And I’ll need your help, baby. So take off your clothes and have a seat.”
A low growl escapes him as he works off his jeans and dark boxer briefs.
Reid’s gaze never falters from mine as he sits back down in the chair, his cock hard against his lower abdomen.
He rests an arm over one side of the chair while his other hand rests against his thigh, seemingly fighting back the desire to touch himself.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he watches me, his eyes tracing my every movement.
Settling back on the bed, I maneuver myself so my legs are open wide, feet anchored on the mattress support.
In this position, I am completely exposed, and everything is visible to Reid.
He’ll be able to see every movement, how my hole stretches for my fingers and his and how my cock throbs in anticipation.
Supporting my upper body with one hand, I crunch my abdomen to a position that gives me a better view.
“Reid.” The calling of his name seems to snap him out of a trance, his eyes finally dragging away from my exposed hole.
“Be a good boy and get my fingers ready.” I splay the fingers of my free hand out to him in expectancy.
Obeying immediately, he leans forward and wraps his hand around my wrist, taking them between his lips. His gaze holds mine as the heat of his mouth envelops my fingers, his tongue swiping between them.
“That’s it,” I praise. Once my fingers are properly coated, I move them between my thighs.
“I expect all your attention. I’ll be doing this to you soon enough, Mr. Callahan.
” Taking my slick middle finger, I apply a light touch, only circling my hole for a few seconds.
My eyes remain fixated on Reid’s hungry expression, reveling in the way his arms tense with restraint. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I wanna feel you,” he rasps, his voice laced with gravel as he reaches for me.
His hands grip my thighs, fingers pressing into my skin as his amber gaze drops to where I’m exposed.
His lips are parted through gently panting breaths as he slides a hand down my thigh, his fingers brushing against mine.
A groan escapes me, my thighs twitching at Reid’s heated touch. “Fuck. Get the lube, Muneco.” I struggle to keep my sight on him, my head fighting to roll back in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers beside mine, my body aching for what’s to come.
He slides forward out of the chair, sinking to his knees as he reaches for the bottle of lube, dragging his eyes away from me only long enough to pop the lid open and apply some of the liquid to his fingers. And then he’s there, the tip of his middle finger circling slowly over my hole.
“In. Put your finger in me, Reid,” I grit, my voice heavy with anticipation. Removing my finger, I instead use my hand to spread myself open for him.
A groan emanates from his chest as he begins to slide his slick finger into me, the grip of his other hand tightening on my thigh.
“Fuck, Milo...” His gaze flicks between mine and where I’m spread open for him.
Once he’s all the way in, he stops for a brief moment before slowly pulling his finger out.
The warmth from his hand disappears from my thigh as he reaches for his own cock, wrapping his hand tightly around the base of his shaft.
“Can you handle more?” he asks, a slight tremble to his voice as he presses two fingers to my entrance.
Arching my back, I lower myself onto the tips of his fingers, begging him for more. Biting at my lip from the stretching sensation, I shift until his fingers are angled more upward inside of me. “Move. Fuck me with your fingers and get your cock ready for Daddy.”
His gaze searches mine as though he’s looking for any hint of hesitation before he obeys.
Thrusting his fingers all the way in, he curls them and applies pressure, releasing his own cock and wrapping his hand around my hard length.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “I can only imagine how good it’s gonna feel to be inside of you.
” He pulls his fingers out slowly, until just the tips of them are still inside of me, before pressing back in and spreading them apart.
He’s carefully stretching me while his other hand moves leisurely over my cock.
Every muscle in my body tenses in barely contained rapture.
Reid’s fingers are still a caress, despite the firm thrusts into my hole, and it leaves me aching for him to fill me with his gorgeous cock.
“Such a good fucking boy. Your fingers feel amazing,” I breathe out.
“Now suck my cock while you give me a third.”
He pulls them completely free, leaving me aching and empty as his gaze falls to my hole.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, finally pressing three fingers to my entrance and slowly sliding them in.
His movements are careful and measured as though he's afraid of hurting me, his body trembling with restraint.
Repeating his earlier motions, this time, he thrusts his fingers back in with more force than before, his hot mouth wrapping around the head of my cock.
A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest as his tongue swipes over my slit before taking my length to the back of his throat.
My fingers tighten, grabbing hold of Reid’s auburn locks and following the motion as his head bobs up and down my length.
I roll my hips into the rhythm of his fingers, greedy for them to be as deep as they can inside of me while his wicked mouth envelops my cock.
I feed on the desperation rolling off him in waves, every thrust of his fingers in me, every mouthful of my cock he takes, I feel myself getting lost with him.
But I refuse to fully succumb. Not when I’ve been dreaming of how he will feel inside of me as I sink onto him and take what I want. “Up,” I demand, my voice hoarse with restraint.
Reid doesn’t hear me, seemingly enchanted by my body. With his eyes closed, I can see the way his delicate lashes flutter, cheeks hollow with exertion. My god, this man is beautiful. He’s beautiful and brilliant and mine.
Tightening my grip in his hair is what makes him finally open his eyes and pause the movement of his fingers.
“I said up.” Before he has a chance to comply or complain, I straighten myself while pulling his head back hard enough to make him rise from his kneeling position and sit back in the chair, taking me along with him.
Reid’s hiss from the roughness of the motion is replaced by a grin almost immediately, his amber eyes brightening while he watches me settle onto his lap.
My thighs spread wide on either side of his, one hand remaining in his hair while the other braces on a broad shoulder for support.
I shiver as the younger man’s hands trail the back of my legs, moving up to knead at my ass.
“Fucking finally,” he beams.