Yes, Sir

CW: age gap; unsafe anal; risky sex; public sex; exhibitionism; group sex;

Yes, Sir

Chapter 14

Two in a Bed

by Danni Iridescent

9075 words

Chapter 14 - Two in a Bed

Angus

There really is nothing in this world that can adequately prepare a man for the experience of having an eighteen year old succubus drain him dry as he tries to concentrate on the road before him. After a few minutes of her swallowing my length while we were still technically in the school zone, I drove us out to wear the houses became thin, and the trees and fields were all around, only to realise that these roads werealsothin and winding, and that despite the seclusion, it was taking more of my concentration than ever to keep us, you know,alive.

So, even though it was the middle of the day on a weekday, and it was more than likely thatsomeonewould drive by and have an idea of what we were up to, I found a small layby on a backroad, between some hedges and low brick walls, and parked up.

'It's more fun when you're driving,' Kayla smiled between deep, wet slurps.

'Maybe -God- maybe for you it is,' I said, gripping the steering wheel with one hand as my other hand found the back of her head. She swallowed me perfectly, our weeks and months of practice coming into effect. I decided to lean into that - to spur her on. 'Remember when you were a sweet little thing? A virgin, innocently looking for a one-night-stand with a stranger? You had been eager, sure, but you'd been so tight... oh, how your cunt felt that first time. I'll never forget that. I didn't know you were a virgin, of course, so I didn't fuck you like one. I fucked you the way you wanted, though. Like a slut. You struggled to take me in your mouth, too - and now I see you, lips in my pubes, tongue like a whore. Fuck, I love you.'

Kayla moaned into me, before pulling back up, enough to get some words out.

'I love you too, Sir.'

Then, hand on the back of her head, I pushed her back down. There was a cock to service, after all.

Her hands joined the fray, massaging by balls and pulling at my shirt as I grunted, one eye on the mirror to keep an eye for any suspicious lingerers - none yet - as I used my other hand to guide her pace.

Not that she needed guiding. Kayla knew my body better than most women I'd been with, by this point. Despite the fact she was younger, and our relationship had been (almost) entirely secret, the time we'd spent together had been... honest. She knew how to pleasure me, and I knew how to pleasure her, too.

But right now, she mostly seemed intent on me, and I wasn't going to argue with her.

'Cum for me, Sir,' she panted during a short breath-break, wet hand stroking me in long, deep strokes. Her fingers travelled across every bump of me, the ridges of my cockhead, the veins down the shaft, perfectly teasing me without pushing me over. Not yet. 'I want you to cum for me.'

'Do you?' I asked. 'Because over text, you were asking me tobreedyou.'

'Uhh,' she groaned, going back in with her mouth, slathering me, moaning into my pelvis as she face-fucked herself onto me.

'You wanted to grow heavy with my child, didn't you? And, well, I can't get your hand pregnant, now, can I?'

She stopped, looking up at me. 'Do... do you want me to-'

'Not here,' I said. 'We're risking enough as it is. And you have to get back to school, so no chance on me driving you back to my place for me to fuck you properly. No - we'll have to wait for at least tonight for that.'

She looked at me, deep brown eyes wet with longing. 'You... don't want to cum for me?'

She squeezed me a little harder as she pulled down on my cock, making me ache.

'Ialwayswant to cum for you, baby. But.. maybe we wait. Maybe, you tease me, so that when I breed you tonight, it's extra thick, and hot, and desperate.'

'Oh,Sir,' she groaned, letting go of me. I moaned with a hint of disappointment, too, and she kissed me - lips slick with spittle and my own pre-cum. Still, I didn't push her off. 'Do... do you really want that? To get me... pregnant?'

'Are you asking Sir, or Angus?' I asked.

'Angus,' she breathed, whispering like she would break the spell by talking too loudly.

'Angusknows that you're eighteen, and a babby right now wouldn't be... it would stop you from having opportunities that there's no good reason to miss. Angus wants you to be on the pill, so he can keep filling you with cum whenever possible.'

'And...Sir?'

I kissed her neck, and spoke in a whisper into her ear.

'Sir thinks he might have already bred you.'

Kayla

I melted in his arms as he said that.

He was right, of course - a baby wasn't what I wanted. It wasn't what Ineeded. I wanted to go to Uni, get a degree in English, and maybe go into writing. I knew a child would just make that... complicated.

And, frankly, I didn't know if I would make a very good mum.

I was a liar. Secretive and selfish, apparently. I made bad decisions, like sneaking out of school to give a man in his thirties a blowjob and beg him for a baby. I sent him videos of me cumming, even after the warning from my mum. I was not... responsible.

And I didn't need to be. Not really - not any more than I was being. I was going to get into Uni, I was going to get my degree; anything other than that was just... noise.

A baby would make all of this a lot less fun.

But still - the way he said it... I couldn't deny the way my body reacted. The ache in me to feel him cum in me, filling me. A wish to grow heavy and pregnant. To behisin that final, most incredible way.

After that moment, we agreed to deny him - something that was hot in and of itself, as we knew we were going to get fewer and fewer opportunities to have fun now that he wasn't my teacher anymore. But, as he drove me back, tucking his hardness against his thigh to try and make it go down, we made plans.

'I'm going to head to Edinburgh for a day or two,' he told me. 'Just to see Jack, and my uncle, before... you know.So, I think tonight I should sneak you out.'

'A last hurrah, before you vanish forever?'

'For, like, a few days, sure,' he smiled. 'But we can call it that if you want.'

'Idowant,' I told him. I kissed him on the cheek. 'Pick me up after ten - I'll be in bed by then, and I can sneak out.'

'Your bedtime is ten?' he asked, an eyebrow up. 'God, I'm dating a girl with a bedtime. I really am a pervert, huh.'

'Abso-fucking-lutely,' I told him, my hand on his thigh finding his hardness, and giving him a squeeze. He groaned, and I grinned. 'Just so long as you keep calling itdating. That makes it sound all official.'

He looked at me, and there was just the smallest hesitation in his smile. A sadness in his eyes.

'Tell me honestly,' he said. 'Do you think that our little plan will, you know. Work. Do you think that, given a few years, I could meet your mum, and she could get on board withus?'

We were almost back at the corner for him to drop me off, and for me to sneak back to school. It felt like a ticking clock.

'I don't know,' I said honestly. 'I know my mum wouldn't like it if we told her now, but... once I'm at Uni, I'm more of a person and you're less of myteacher, I think she'll have to accept it.'

Angus bristled. 'I... I don't think shehasto, Kay. She's your mother, and she'll love you either way I'm sure. But I've been around long enough to see entire families broken up by relationship drama.'

'Is that what we are? Drama?'

He parked, far enough away not to be seen, but close enough for me to walk back. 'It's what I hope we never become. I want us to just be... us. Together. No drama.'

'Me too,' I said. 'But maybe you'll have to start thinking about the speech you'll give my mum to convince her you're not a total creep.'

He laughed. 'Not a bad idea.'

I kissed him, and he held my head to keep me a little longer, before letting me go. 'Text me about tonight?'

'You bet,' he said.

Then, I hopped out and started walking back to school with a skip in my step, knowing that whatever happened later today, it would be made all the sweeter by us not gettinganyrelief right now. I knew I was soaking wet, and that he was driving home hard and blue-balled. Tonight, he was going to fuck me so hard I'd cum on him - probably at least twice, going by prior experience - and I'd beg him, again, to fill me up.

Then, he'd be going away, and I'd have to make it through at least a week before seeing him again.

All of it felt so simple, and yet some completely undoable. Unreliable. Like there was a huge question mark hanging over my whole life right now.

I got back to school, and no one even asked where I was. Rebecca gave me a bit of a sideways look, and then we started talking about the last few bits of work we still needed to finish before we could pretty much check out.

And then, when I left and I got to Edinburgh, my life could begin properly. My life with him.

Angus

Dropping Kayla off again without, you know,satisfyingourselves had been... intoxicating. Even with the more serious conversation we'd slipped into the middle there, I'd left with nothing but thoughts of lying her up, gagging and collaring her, and butt-fucking her in my bed.

I needed to cool off, and I needed to distract myself.

So, I called Jack.

'Hey, pal,' he said as he picked up. 'You alright? I was just about to call you.'

'Oh?'

'Aye. Dad's been asking about you - and some other family, y'know? I think he feels it. I just... hoo, haha, I don't know how I'm feeling!' He was laughing, but in that way that was so deeply not humorous that it put a real pit in my stomach. Jack didn't talk like this.

'D'you need me to come up, Jack? The pub's fine, but I can do a check-in tonight to make sure you're happy and then drive on up.'

I heard a sniff on the other side of the line. 'Mm-hm, uh-huh, aye that might be, uh, good.'

I nodded. 'Aye, okay. Don't you worry, Jack I'll be there in a couple hours.'

'Cheers, pal,' he said, before hanging up. I put my phone away, and a half-second passed before I realised what that meant for me and Kayla.

Fuck - I was gonna blue-ball myself like I'd never managed before.

I sent her a text, knowing that she was back at school now and maybe wouldn't be able to check it until I was already gone.

Kayla, just spoken to Jack and I think I'm going to have to head over to Edinburgh sooner than I thought. As in, today. I don't want to disappoint you or anything, but it seems like my uncle might be wearing a bit thin. Shouldn't be gone long - maybe a few days. I'll keep you posted. Sorry x

Once that was sent, I went upstairs to get to packing.

Kayla

I saw Angus' text basically immediately.

I had my phone under my desk as I pretended to be doing some 'quiet enforced reading time' or whatever excuse they had to keep us in lessons this far into the year. As I read it, and re-read it, and re-re-read it, I felt that wetness between my thighs and had to swallow the selfish way I longed for release. I wanted Angus, obviously, to fuck me. I wanted to cum for him, to feel him cum for me.

But, obviously, I cared more about the fact that he was about to lose someone in his family. That he was in that weird lead-up to grieving that came with that. I'd known it with my own grandad - he'd died of pancreatic cancer, and while I'd been a bit young toreallyunderstand what that had meant, even as a six year old I knew it was bad. That he was sick, and that he wasn't going to get better.

My mind turned to the thought ofAngusgetting sick. How it would feel, to see that coming. Then, I realised that there was a part of me that kind of didn't believe our plan would work, that life would get in the way. That I would lose him.

And then I snapped out of that thought, because of course breaking up with him wasn't the same as his fucking uncle dying. God, I really did think selfish things sometimes.

At lunch, Rebecca noticed that I was acting a little more reserved, and despite the fact that her mother had told her explicitly not to hang out with me anymore, there wasn't much that could stop her from doing whatever she wanted, and honestly it seemed like she was hanging with memore.

'Angus is heading to Edinburgh for a few days,' I admitted, voice low as we picked at our lunches.

'Yeah. I miss Hannah.'

I nodded, and beneath the bench her hand found mine and gave me a squeeze. I squeezed back. 'I know your mum thinks we're gay and everything, and that she hates me, but we can still talk, yeah?'

'What are we doing right now?'

'Wait, are we not snogging yet?' I shot right back - unfortunately, just as Dan sat down opposite us.

For a split second, my heart dropped - I looked into his eyes, and when he looked back at me, Iknowhe just saw the version of my under him, on my knees, face covered in his cum. That picture of me that he'd taken (and deleted) had haunted me for so long that even when I took pictures for Angus, not asingle onehad my face in it.

I stared at him, and Rebecca did the same. When I didn't say anything, and nor did he, Rebecca started us off.

'What the fuck are you doing?' she asked, voice like ice.

Danny winced. Good.

'I just, uh, wanted to... I don't know.' He faltered. 'Since everything, we just haven't really talked. At all.'

'Why would you talk?' Rebecca said, still stepping in for me.

Danny's eyes flitted to me, Rebecca, back again. 'How much did you tell her?' he asked, nervous.

'All of it,' I said. 'She knows what you did. What you threatened to do. What you tried to manipulate me into.'

'Frankly, you should be glad that she didn't call the fucking police,' Rebecca said, voice hissing now to keep other people from noticing. I reckoned ifeitherof us got too animated, people would start to ask questions. Questions we didn't need asking.

'Well,' Danny said, putting his hands on the table like he was going to stand up. 'You should know that... after all of it, andMr. Hartstepping in like he did, I did a bit of digging. He doesn't live too far from a cousin of mine, you know - and it didn't take much for me to find out what car he drove. Andyoudon't live far fromme, so-'

'Shut up,' Rebecca said, her hand tightening around some cutlery. 'Think about what you want to say, and who you want to say it to. And think about ithard.'

'All I'm saying is that, maybe I'm not a fucking monster. Maybe a teacher threatened to assault me to protect the relationship he has with a teenager.' He was holding my gaze now, watching the blood drain from me. The dread set in.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

'We still have your texts,' Rebecca said slowly. 'If you doanything-'

'I know. Police,' he said.

'No,' Rebecca said. 'I'll be sending them to your fucking parents. I have your mum on Facebook, you know? I bet she'dloveto know how her baby boy talks to his friends. And there's group chat after group chat with basically every girl in our year that I've done work with since year 7 - I bet they'd find it allveryinteresting.'

Danny went cold, now. 'I know that I fucked up. I'm not trying to get anything here-'

'Then what the fuck do you want?' I asked.

He stood up. 'I just wanted you to know thatI know. And that I might be a pervert, but so is yourteacher. You're not better than me.' He looked at Rebecca. 'Either of you.'

'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' Rebecca asked, and for a moment I felt her fear - and her fear for Hannah.

'It means that you've aided in the grooming of a teenager at the hands of a teacher. You knew, right? That makes you liable when this all falls apart. And itwill, Kayla. And no, I won't do anything. But you just needed to know that I figured it out, and so will other people. When they do, I'm gonna be watching with fucking popcorn.'

I glared at him, as did Rebecca.

'Fuck off, Danny,' she spat.

And he did, walking off into the crowded cafeteria like it was nothing. Like he hadn't dropped a bomb on me.

I looked at Rebecca, and then down to my phone. Angus' message was still there, unanswered.

'Well,' Rebecca said, a tightness behind her light tone. 'Shit.'

Angus

By the time I got a response from Kayla, I was already on the road. I had a bit of a pit in my stomach at the idea of leaving her without an answer, when I was already disappointing her by heading off and leaving her at such short notice. I had to admit, if the tables were turned, I probably wouldn't be best pleased.

It wasn't a long drive to Edinburgh, but it was long enough to pass a service station or two, so I stopped off to check my texts and get back to her before grabbing a coffee and finishing the journey. I opened them while parked, still in my car, and was met with a selfie she'd clearly sent in a school bathroom, her shirt unbuttoned and open, tie falling between her sweet breasts, nipplesjustout of sight behind the white. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, and I felt a flash of jealousy of any of the guys at school who noticed that she might be a little moreloosethan usual.

Her message was underneath:I forgive you, Sir.

Fuck, she was the best.

Beneath that, however, was another message.Let me know if you can call me later tonight - I wanna update you on some stuff

I filed that away, and gave her a quick answer.You're so beautiful. I'll call tonight - let me know when would work for you. Miss you already.

Her answer came through as I was in line to buy a pasty and coffee.After that pic, you better fucking miss me

Then, a moment later,Sir.

After that, I paid, and was back on the road shortly after. I made it to Jack's dad's place before she Kayla would have finished school for the day, and he met me with a tight, needed hug.

'Hey, pal,' he said with a nod, like he was only now sure I was coming because I was standing in front of him.

'Jack-y boy,' I said, patting his shoulder. 'How're we doing this? You wanna take me up to the hospital in your car, or I can drive you in mine-'

'Angus,' he said, a slight wobble in his voice. 'He... my dad, he...'

As he started to cry, I realised that there was nothing necessary more to be said. I understood.

He was gone.

In the hours that passed, Jack told me that I was about an hour too late. Between me setting off and arriving, his father had passed away, and Jack had been basically unable to function. So, he'd just... gone home.

Which seemed fair.

We started getting messages through from the wider family, many of which called Jack 'Junior', which he hated - my uncle, to me, was always 'Uncle', because Jack was Jack. To a lot of the family, however, 'Uncle Jack' was a known and accepted fact of the familial fabric, and losing him quickly started to reverberate. Once it made it to Facebook, it got a little overwhelming, and I gave Kayla a little heads up before turning my phone off.

Kayla

Today was theworstday.

Angus and I choosing to tease each other instead of getting off.

Angus leaving, so we can't even fuckingdothat.

Danny rearing his head just to threaten me and say he's gonna gloat if and when everything comes crashing down.

Yes, Sir Ch. 14: Two in a Bed

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