Page 22 of Time To Learn

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Kristian

Bangingon my door wakes me up the next morning.

“Kristian! Wake up, lazygit!”

“Hey, now,” I grumble as the door bursts open. I barely manage to cover my lower body with my sheets. The last thing I need is for my aunt to get a good look at my morningwood.

She wrinkles her nose at me and walks to the windows next to mybed.

“It smells like a pigsty in here,” she grumbles as she opens one ofthem.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” I yawn as I lean up on my elbows, squinting at her. “What time isit?”

“Just after eight,” she smirks atme.

I fall back with a groan.

“Good God, Lise, you’re worse than Mum—all smiles and sunshine at the crack ofdawn.”

She scoffs at me as she takes a step closer to my bed, fists planted firmly on herhips.

“It’s not barely dawn, boy,” she scolds me. “Come, get up. Remember you’re taking me to see a horse today?”

“Fuck,” I mutter, clearing my eyes from sleep. “Is that today?”

“Yep.” She claps her hands in front of her, and I crack a smile at the enthusiasm shining in her eyes. “I’ve made you breakfast, so hurry up and come by. You don’t want it to go cold and stale now, doyou?”

“Please promise me there’s no haggis this time?” I beg. The thought alone makes me gag even though I’m not hung-over this morning.

She chuckles at me as she turns away. “I promise. Now, get in the shower, please.”

“What the hell are you wearing?” I tease her as I rub the sleep out of the corners of my eyes. “You look like a talking ad for the Horse & Hound or something likethat.”

“Too much?” she turns, eyes unsure and like one big questionmark.

I nod as my eyes trail down her riding gear. Shining black boots, black trousers, white button-down shirt and a blackvest.

I pinch my thumb and index finger together and grin ather.

“Just a bit. You’ll melt if you go out dressed likethis.”

Lise nods, a thoughtful look in her blue eyes, before she tucks her hair behind herears.

“Okay, I’ll go change. And you,” she points at me, looking so much like my mum, “get up. Now.” Then she leaves me alone.

Yawning, I run my hands over my eyes again before I look down at the floor. I locate a pair of boxers from yesterday, inwardly cursing at Lise for not shutting the door behind her, and put them on. Still half asleep, I get up and shut it, and then I walk to the bathroom next to my bedroom—appreciating for the umpteenth time that I don’t have to share it with anyone—and turn on the shower. As I wait for the water to get the right temperature, I brush my teeth. When Laura’s face springs to mind, I frown at my reflection in the mirror.

My cock, already at half-mast, swells in my boxers, and annoyance at being unable to let her go starts to stir. It’s been a long time since a woman has caught my attention like she has, and it unsettlesme.

“Fuck,” I whisper. I spit the toothpaste into the sink, push down my boxers, and enter the shower. I stand under the spray, letting the water clear the last cobwebs of sleep from my eyes, and think back on the dream I just woke upfrom.

It was about her, of course. Even in my sleep, I can’t seem to escapeher.

Warmth rushes down my spine as I remember in my dream, she was busy sucking me off, just as my aunt roused me from my sleep. I run my hand down my abs until I hold my balls in a firm grip. My cock twitches as it grows harder, and I lean my head back, closing my eyes as I try to chase the dream. With my other hand, I tug once at the piercing in my cockhead, groaning hard as pleasure runs throughme.

As I imagine taking Laura from behind, my hands rubbing her nipples, I start to jerk off. Leaning back on the tiles, I spread my legs wider, moaning low as I think about Laura’s pussy milking my cock. My balls tighten as I squeeze it tightly, and I chase the release my body craves.