“Well, then, I guess you’ll need to get on your knees.”
My heart thumped. That was what the lumberjack had said to me at the Balsam Inn. There was no way the dean could know that. This had to all just be in my head.
Which probably meant I looked like a fucking idiot, sitting slack-jawed back in the real world. Dean Mansur was probably laughing at me, and I was—
“It wasn’t a request,” the lumberjack said. He leaned forward and pointed at the floor between his feet. His forearms were muscular and covered with a light coating of dark hair. God, he was hot.
Before I was even conscious of what I was doing, I threw the blanket off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. That gave me goosebumps. I was just in my hoodie and boxers. I began to slide to my knees, but he held up a finger.
“Uh-uh. You know the rules. You’re mine, and you know how I like to see you best.”
I swallowed. The rules? What kind of person would insist onrulesfor the guy he was hooking up with? Furthermore, what kind of person would obey? I bit my lip, then grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head.
Me, apparently.
The lumberjack reached out and hooked a finger under the waistband of my boxers.
“Now these.” His eyes were hungry, and before he leaned back, he gave my cock a rub through the fabric. “My favorite part.”
A frisson of excitement ran down my back as I slid my boxers off my hips and down to the floor. I sat back on the edge of the bed, then looked at him timidly.
“My beautiful boy.”
A shiver rolled through me. No one had ever called me that before. I’d never been in a situation where someone would. It shot straight to my core.
“So shy and so perfect. Touch yourself for me. I can tell you want to.”
“I want to touchyou,” I said, surprising myself. I wasn’t surprised that I wanted to touch him, exactly. I couldn’t deny that anymore. But I was shocked I’d been brave enough to say it out loud.
Up until now, I’d just been following commands. Admitting what I wanted, though—that meant I was actively creating this situation. Making it happen.
“All in good time,” he said. “First, just let me enjoy you.”
Humiliation and desire rushing through me, I began to stroke my cock. I was already leaking precum, so I scooped up a strand and used it to help my hand glide across my skin. My cock throbbed under the attention.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you.”
I did as I was told, widening my legs so that every inch of me was on display. The lumberjack leaned back in his chair and rubbed a palm across the bulge at his crotch. His eyes were heavy-lidded with desire. It made me bolder.
I swirled my fingers around the head of my cock, letting out a moan of pleasure. He grunted in surprise, and I moaned again. I could see the naked want in his eyes.
“Can’t fucking take it anymore,” he said, standing up suddenly. “You know what you do to me. I’m not going to last long with you looking like that, and there’s no way I’m coming anywhere but down your pretty little throat.”
He didn’t have to tell me to kneel this time. I did that automatically, my skin hot against the cool wood floor. And I knew, without needing to be told, what he wanted next.
I brought one hand to the top of his jeans, the other to his thigh. I pressed my face to his crotch, inhaling deeply as I rubbed my cheek against his bulge. The denim was rough, but I didn’t care.
“You like that?” His voice was so deep.
“Yes,” I whimpered. I couldn’t believe I was letting myself do this, but I also didn’t seem capable of stopping. Maybe it was easier to let myself go now, knowing this wasn’t real.
“Look at me when you answer,” the lumberjack said. He tilted my chin up with his hand, his fingers calloused and warm.
I rubbed my face against them, then pulled away, but only so I could slip his middle finger into my mouth. I sucked it in long and slow, caressing it with my tongue. When I slid his finger out, I smiled up at him.
“Yes, I like it.”
“Then show me.”
