Dr. Cashby [✔]

Chapter Twenty Seven: Josh's Discovery

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Austin's POV

"Fu.ck, Alan, that feels so good." I groaned, tossing my head back and groaning loudly. Alan rolled his hips and I gripped his waist, guiding him up and down. Alan whimpered, kissing and sucking at my neck. I grunted and wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing him closer to me so his chest was pressed to my face.

His hands settled in my hair, his elbows digging into my shoulders.

"F-fu.ck, I'm gunna-I'm-" Alan's hips stuttered and came, shooting onto both of our stomachs. I grasped his length and thrusted up, helping him ride out his orgasm. Alan bit his lip and shuddered, and the sight alone brought me over the edge, forcing me to orgasm.

"Mm-Alan-" I breathed, kissing and biting at his chest. Alan breathed in heavily, his hips still stuttering, until finally settling and relaxing against me, our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Alan smiled and climbed off me, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. I smirked and picked up my clothing as well and got dressed.

"You're honestly the best I've ever had." Alan told me, pecking my lips. I smiled and kissed him back.

"You're my best too." I said. Alan's smile wavered a little and he bit his lip, standing up and fixing his hair.

"I have to go back to my room." Alan said sadly. "Oli wanted to play cards, or something. Is he still under room-arrest for stealing things from Dr. McDougall's office?"

I nodded, tucking my shirt into my pants. "What game?"

"Doesn't really matter." Alan sighed, rolling his eyes. "He just wants company, I think."

I smiled and quickly ran my fingers through my hair to fix it too. "Alright, then." Alan smiled and winked.

"I'll see you soon, Dr. Carlile." Alan said, his teeth shining as he exited my room, leaving my stomach in a flurry of butterflies. Josh would be coming in soon for his appointment and I had to tidy up in here.

After I fixed the cup of pencils that Alan knocked over, I sat behind my desk, unable to shake the haziness of the post-sex.

Josh knocked on my door before entering and I looked up to see the unshaven man bound into my room.

"Guess what? Victor Fuentes is teaching me some Spanish if I teach him some French!"

"Wow!" I smiled at him, leaning back in my chair, the same chair I was having sex with Alan in. "That's super cool, Josh. What have you learned so far?"

Josh's smile grew wider as he sat down across from me.

"Well, he taught me: Hola, me llamo Joshua y me gusta helado. Yo tengo un gato en mis pantalones."

I choked on my spit and looked up at Josh who was grinning like a child.

"Do you know what it says in English?" I asked, trying to stifle my laughter. Josh nodded furiously.

"Yeah! I said: Hello, my name is Joshua and I like ice cream." Josh explained, as if I was a child. "And the second sentence is: I have a cat in my pants."

I stared, dumbfounded at this man. He knew what he was saying, so why did he choose to say it? The sentence didn't even make sense. I thought Josh didn't know what he was saying, thats why it was funny to me-but apparently not...

"Oh. What have you taught him in French?"

Josh cackled. "The same exact thing!" I laughed along with Josh and Josh beamed happily.