Silver & Black (9 page)

“What if I fail?”

“Then we go eat pizza and I take you to s
leep
in my bed. Just sleep.”
Shit, I don’t want that; well I do, but I want the reward.
“It’s a win for me either way,” he says.

“I’m ready. You better get that mouth nice and warm for me. Don’t talk too much.” I chuckle.
God, I’m suddenly nervous.

~Chapter Ten~

He clicks the first question and I prudently scratch at the paper with my pencil. He stands in the corner by the oak desk watching me. It is very nerve-wracking. I finish answering the question; my pulse races as I nod to him to come and look at my answer. He pulls an index card with the answers out of his pocket.

“That’s one correct answer, Mr. Black.” He grins as I kick my shoe off.
Thank God for the slip-on Converse I put on today.
“Don’t get too excited. You still have six more to get right.” He clicks the next.
Shit, this one’s harder than the last.
I write the problem down on the sheet of paper and stare blankly at it, and then it comes to me. I work my answer and he comes over to check: right again.
Good-bye second shoe.
The third and fourth are a breeze and my bare feet feel it. The fifth question is on the board and my confidence grows and so does my hardening erection.
Right, again.
I stand to do a little strip tease while I remove my shirt and toss it onto Silver’s smug smiling face.

“Two more to go, Professor. Is your mouth watering?” I tease taking my seat.

“Mmmm―what am I going to do with you, Mr. Black?” He leans over my desk and kisses me.

“I think that is very inappropriate behavior for a professor, but I like it. Next question; I’m getting impatient.” He’s all smiles as he walks and clicks the next question.
Fuck, this is…what the hell kind of question is this?

“Problem, Mr. Black?” He notices my confused expressions.

“I, uh, didn’t review this. Are the rest like this?” The confidence I once had starts to diminish.

“The questions are mixed, but Professor Mullins assured me that these were all topics covered in your class. I assume you attended all your classes?”
Probably one of the days I skipped to be with Jeff.
I nod and turn my attention to my paper. I do the best I can, but I know I messed this one up. He comes over to check and just as I suspected: wrong.
Ugh!
Guess my jeans stay on for now. “Do you need a break?” he asks sincerely.

“Don’t baby me, Silver. I got one wrong, but I do think I need some motivation.”

“A mind-shattering blowjob isn’t enough?” he says, watching me walk over to him. I lean against him and press my lips on his. Our kiss is sweet and soft while I run my fingers under his suspenders. 

“I’m definitely looking forward to that, but a little more motivation couldn’t hurt, could it? I think you need to remove your shirt.” I press my mouth to his ear. “But leave on the suspenders.”

“That will help and not distract you?” His eyes squint as he questions me.

“Oh, it will distract me, but it will help more.” I lick the line of his ear as I talk.

“Ok then, anything to make you pass, Mr. Black. Remove it!” he orders. I seal my eyes to his and pull his shirt from his tucked pants. Lowering his suspenders, I unbutton his shirt slowly. I kiss down his chest while I let the shirt fall to the ground. He lets out a small moan that sends a tingle down my spine. This is the first time I’m seeing his bare chest.
Holy fuck…. He’s built.
I can’t help but smile as I pull up his suspenders over his naked chest and shoulders.

He grabs me tight pressing his bare chest to mine. “Are you motivated to finish now?” 

“Yes―very.” He is stunning standing there with his naked chest and suspenders. I take my seat. Confidence is restored and determination is my focus. I need him. “Now click the next.” He does what I ask. The question pops on the screen.
I got this.
My answer is ready before he can settle his lean ass on the desk.
And off comes the jeans, Silver.
He inhales sharply as I throw my jeans on the floor next to him. He’s just as excited as me.

“Only one more question to get right. Why do I think I made this too easy on you?” He circles my desk stopping behind me. I hear him click the button to change the Smart Board revealing what I hope to be the last question. My breathing increases; is it the test or the game? I want Silver. I want Silver to touch me. I jot down my answer and he looks over my shoulder. It feels like he takes forever to check it. “Well, Mr. Black….” He takes my hand pulling me up. “I believe I owe you a reward.”
Score!
Wish all my tests were like this.

He turns off the Smart Board and the room is dark except the one candle and the moon-lit glow from the windows. He struts back over to me to stand behind me. His chest is flush with my back. “Are you sure you want this?”
Uh, yeah.
No words come out, though. I can only nod. He trails his hand from my back to my abdomen and another down my waist to my thigh.  I roll my head back on him luring him to kiss my neck and he takes the bait.

He starts at the base of my neck, sucking his way up to my ear and licking its outline. The sound of his mouth, the feel of his warm breath is driving me mad with desire. I still haven’t removed my boxer briefs yet and it’s quite obvious that I am aroused. He fondles my ass sending impulses though my body that I never knew I had. No one has ever made me feel like this: so wanted, so needed. He’s silent as he grasps my hand pulling me toward the couch under the windows. He sits, and I’m standing, waiting to see what he wants me to do. “Take off your boxers. I want to see how beautiful you are.” He tugs me close until I am standing at his knees. This isn’t a game anymore; this is for real, this is intense…
and I’m loving it
.

I lower my boxer briefs; my cock bouncing free. I close my eyes because I suddenly feel very exposed. I’ve done this with several men, but Silver is unique. “Open your eyes, Greyson. You have nothing to be shy about.” He rubs his hands down my waist to my thighs causing goose bumps to fill my skin. The anticipation is killing me. Maybe he is right, the anticipation is about to make me come right there.

I take charge.
I like the power too.
I climb on him straddling his lap. My lips are needful as they touch his for refuge. “You are fucking gorgeous, Greyson,” he mutters sensually. I grin and attack his mouth once more. The tender kisses turn savage as his hands caress my back and my ass. I moan against his mouth just enough to give him the motivation to do more. He whips me to rest on the couch. He hovers over me. I can see his cock tenting in his jeans. I palm his cock through the cloth barrier. He starts sucking his way down my chest, circling each nipple. My heart is beating violently against my chest. He has me so turned on. I’ve never wanted anyone this bad
. Why has he affected me this way?

He rests in between my legs. My cock is aching to be touched and starts to seep. His fingers rub over my thigh and he lightly traces the tattoo I have on my pelvic bone. He scans the others on my chest. “I love that you have tattoos,”
he whispers seductively before licking his lips.
Ah, wow.
His tongue licks my tip and I almost come unglued. He lowers his mouth onto my cock slowly and then he takes me all the way in. My back arches, I moan as his tongue tortures my cock pleasurably.
Silver is right. This is mind-blowing
.

I lift my head to watch him work my cock. He moves swiftly and my cries of pleasure are just encouraging him more. I feel him trace my cockhead with his tongue before swallowing me down again. He takes his mouth off my cock and sinks to my balls. He sucks them in one at a time delicately messaging them in his mouth. My head falls back and my entire body experiences a sensation I never knew possible. His hand takes the place of his mouth on my balls and he returns his mouth to my cock in one quick motion. Impulsively, I start to thrust my hips against his mouth and he takes me deeper with every thrust.
Oh, my God.
“Silver,” I murmur and he knows I’m close. His hand circles my balls and his mouth sucks my cock; my body tenses. “God, I’m―I’m.” My words fail me as I explode in his mouth. He sucks harder as he swallows and the sensation of my orgasm increases. “
Fuck!”
He milks every last drop from me. He wasn’t kidding, that was the best fucking blowjob I have ever experienced in my twenty-two, almost twenty-three years of life
. What else can he do that is this good? 

I lay there breathless, panting as he slides up my body and aligns his mouth with mine. His eyes are so dark with desire.
He is so fucking sexy.
He kisses me and runs his needful tongue on mine. I clasp his face and pull him off my lips. I want to look into those crystal blue eyes. “That was incredible, Silver. I mean it.” He grins. I’m sure he knew that from the way I was moaning and grunting. “I want to taste you,” I say as I tug on his ear with my teeth his head rolls against me. My hands migrate to his pants and he stops them with his hand. “What?”

“This was for you, for a job well done.” He flashes me that gorgeous smile of his and sits up on my thighs. His hands caress my chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to taste me; this was just as satisfying for me.” He pushes himself to the couch next to me and helps me sit up.

“But you’re hard,” I whimper as I palm his bulge in his pants. “Just let me.” I lower in front of him and start to undo his pants. At first, he seems willing but then his hand stops me again.
Damn his hands.
He lifts my head with his finger and then lays his palm on the left side of my chest.

“This Mr. Black.”
My heart.
“I want all of you and it still belongs to someone else.”
No, not after what Jeff did; not after…. This is crazy.

“How do you have such self-control?” I grin sitting next to him on the couch then he utters words that make my heart melt. “Because you’re worth the wait.” All I can do is gaze at him. How can someone so beautiful and so wonderful want me this much? Most men would be all over getting laid or a blowjob, but he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted me. 

I trace my finger over his chin and bottom lip. His lips are so pink from the pleasure he just gave me. I tilt my head to kiss him tenderly. “Thank you.” His smile acknowledges that he knows I’m not thanking him for the oral pleasure, but thanking him for wanting me.
Everyone deserves that; everyone should experience this.

“I don’t know about you, but I am famished.” He jumps up pulling me with him. We start to gather my scattered clothing from the room. “I think that’s everything. Do you want to see the last question?”

“Not really; I have to study more anyway.” I pull my boxers and jeans back on. He is going shirtless still, so I decide that I will as well. “Are you sure?” he asks again with a mischievous grin and I shake my head. “You’re loss,” and then he hits delete on the Smart Board. Now I’m wondering what that last question was. It wasn’t math from the look on his face.

“Pizza and a beer sound so good right now. Shit, you do have beer right?”

“I do. I will indulge with you.”
Oh, a drinking Silver. This could be fun.
“But only one.”
So much for that.

We make our way to the living room. He grabs two plates and two beers from the kitchen.
Hell, even his beer is fancy.
I examine the bottle. “You just can’t do a regular beer can you?”

“It’s good; try it. You will never want a ‘regular’ beer again.” He dishes out the pizza as he speaks.

“Oh, I certainly will. I’m a poor college student. Beer is our fancy wine,” I truthfully joke. He rolls his eyes at me. We both sit on the couch and put our feet up on the coffee table. “Speaking of, so you and Mr. Mullins?”

“Is that a question?”

“I was just surprised when you said he was gay. I usually have pretty good gaydar.”

“I can vouch that he most certainly is. He’s actually an advocate for LBGT rights at the university. I’m surprised you never noticed,” he says between bites of the cheesy pizza.

“I knew he was advocating, but a lot of people do: gay and straight. I just never got that vibe from him. How’d you guys meet?”

“He was my high school teacher.”
But he was homeschooled according to the Wiki page.
 

“Where’d you go to high school?” I test his truth.

“I was homeschooled.”
And he passes. Good boy, Silver.
“I had some difficulty adjusting to mainstream schools so my mom hired Marcus; uh, Professor Mullins, to teach me from home.”

“Why’d you have problems? Sorry if I’m interrogating you.” He smiles at me.

“Please, Greyson, ask as many questions as you want. That’s how we get to know each other. I had some problems with my eyes. I still do, but it’s gotten better.”
That explains the sunglasses in all the pictures.
“I just couldn’t take all the laughs and stares at the bandages as the doctors experimented with surgeries. And I missed a lot of school, so Mom thought it was better to hire him. He taught me from basically ninth grade until my last year in high school. I never went to college.” I give him an evil eye because he is on me so much. “I know, but it was hard enough for me in high school. I studied privately and Marcus assisted in that as well. I started
Silver Inc
. and everything education-wise is history.”

“So did Professor Mullins start seeing you when you were underage?” Professor Mullins must be in his early forties, but I’m not quite sure. I know he’s older than Silver and way older than me.