The New Principal

8. The Submission.

     "Uh, hi," I say, sounding breathy at the look on Joel's face. He pushes past me into the house and turns to me. Hands running along the side of his thighs. "That's what you say to me? Uh hi? You've been driving me crazy for weeks!"
     I've apparently drank more wine than I thought, and my brain feels fuzzy. I don't know how to handle this whole thing. I walk past him into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" I yell over my shoulder. "I've made dinner. Want some?" I turn to see him watching me.
     "Thomas, are you trying to give me a stroke?" I shake my head and move to get plates, scooping food onto them before placing them at the bar in front of Joel. "Here, sit. Eat. Want some wine?" He simply nods, sitting on the stool in front of him.
     I pour us both a glass and move to sit next to him, angling myself towards his body. We eat, in silence, making shy looks at each other. Well, mine are shy. His are still spitting fire at me. We finish and I put the dishes in the dishwasher and turn to face him, finding him closer than I expected.
     "Thomas, what the fuck is going on?" I try to move but he blocks my way. "What do you mean?" He scoffs at me, stepping even closer and pinning me with his hips. "I'm talking about you driving me wild with that ass of yours then ignoring me for weeks! What the fuck is that about?"
The wine and his words leave me light headed, words I want to say getting stuck in my brain. "People were talking, that's what." I finally manage to spit something out. "And?" He asks me, ducking to look into my eyes.
"They're talking about me, not you. They're talking about how I'm fucking the boss for money. They're talking about how maybe I fucked other people and that's how I got the job. They're talking about me! Not you, just me."
He frowns, reaching his hands into my hair. "Baby, who cares? We know what they said isn't true." I shake my head, "it doesn't matter. They think it. It'll ruin my career." He pulls my face towards his, kissing along my jaw lightly. "I won't let that happen. Be with me, Thomas. Like for real, please."
I nod as he kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He moans as my tongue wraps around his, pulling it further into me. His hands move to my hips, pulling us together, his cock hardening against me. "Don't fight this anymore, Thomas. I want you, you want me. Fuck everybody else. We won't let it affect work. We'll be careful."
I kiss him, pushing my hips into his. "Okay, baby. I trust you, let's do this." He smiles, kissing me again before pulling my towards my bedroom. He pulls my shirt over my head, moving to kiss my exposed collar bone before dropping to his knees. He licks across my tummy as his hands work down my pants, his hands finding my ass.
He takes me into his mouth and fuck, that feels good. "Shit, baby. Suck my cock," he moans at my words, causing me to buck into his mouth. "Shit stop. I want to come with you in my ass, baby." He sucks one last time and stands, allowing me to undress him.
He pushes me roughly onto my back on the bed and stands between my legs. "Can I try something?" He asks me, rubbing his hands along my thighs. I nod as I watch him cover himself. He moves his hands and lifts my legs, placing a foot over each shoulder. My body is curved slightly, my shoulders holding my weight on the bed.
"Fuck, Thomas, you look so sexy like this. Waiting for me." He looks me over once more before grabbing his throbbing cock and lining himself up. He pushes in roughly, his thighs slapping against my ass cheeks. "God damn, you feel fucking incredible." He moves quickly, dick pounding into my sweet spot making my cock leak onto my stomach.
"Shit Joel, fuck. Right there baby, don't stop." He grunts at my words, he grabs my calves, plunging in and out of me quickly. "Your ass is perfect baby, I fucking love it," he leans, kissing the skin closest his face. I feel myself clenching him, so close to coming.
He must be able to feel it since his hand wraps around my leg and reaches for my cock. "You going to come, Thomas? You want me to make you come?" I nod, unable to speak. He jerks me in rhythm with his hips and soon I come, shooting my load onto the skin of my stomach.
"Oh god, that was so hot. I'm going to come," Joel moans before pushing as deep as he can and coming, his muscle feeling stiff around my arms. He pulls out, disposing of the condom, before falling into bed with me. We move, me pulling him to rest of my chest.
His hands are moving around my skin lightly, tracing little patterns. "I'm glad you showed up here, Joel. Not just because you just fucked me stupid, but I missed you." He kisses me before leaning up to kiss my mouth.
"I missed you too. And I know why you were scared, but talk to me next time, yeah? I like you, a lot. Don't want to lose you because nosy old people can't fucking shut up." I smile at him, kissing him slowly. "I like you a lot, too. Like. A lot, a lot." He laughs, moving closer to me, a leg slung over my hips. I run my fingers along his spine until we both drift off to sleep.