“Like it? I lust after it. After you. For years.” RJ grinned again. “C’mere, Mr. Danvers. Get on my lap. I want to see if you taste as good as you always look.”
Aaron’s heart skittered and his cock thumped with blood. He stepped carefully toward RJ like he might be dangerous, his mind trying to gauge just how much trouble he was getting himself into by letting this boy, thisformer student,boss him around.
He didn’t care. He wanted it.
“You should call me Aaron.”
“I’ll call you whatever I damn well please.”
Aaron’s blood rushed. He peeled off the tweed jacket he was still wearing, sweat dampening his armpits now, and dumped it on a chair, trying not to be fussy or hang it “just so.” Touching the top button of his shirt, he swallowed hard. “Should I…?”
RJ shook his head. “I’ll do it. Just get on my lap. Now.”
Aaron didn’t know what came over him, an undeniable longing to obey perhaps. It didn’t escape his notice that he’d yearned for this exact thing as they’d chatted outside the pub: to sit on RJ’s lap, to be held by him.
Aaron straddled RJ’s long legs, his own pants rubbing against his now fiercely hard dick. They both groaned.
RJ’s head went back on the sofa, exposing his long neck and prominent Adam’s apple. He gripped Aaron’s ass and held him down while shoving his hips up, pushing his hard cock against Aaron’s butt. “Mr. Danvers, you have no idea…fuck.”
Aaron got the idea very quickly when RJ gripped a handful of his hair and tugged him down into the hottest, wildest kiss he’d ever experienced. Tongues and teeth, lips and spit, and both of them breathing like racehorses. His chin burned with the scrape of RJ’s stubble as they made out hot and heavy like teens hopped up on fresh testosterone and the newness of their bodies.
“Damn,” RJ whispered when they broke apart to breathe. “I knew you’d be hot for it. Knew you’d be just like this.” And then Aaron was on his back on the sofa, his legs spread, and his body undulating under RJ. Their clothes scraped and rubbed as he escalated toward what promised to be an earthshaking orgasm, bearing down on him hard and fast.
Before he could get there, though, RJ pulled back and knelt between Aaron’s spread knees. “Look at me.”
Aaron met his blue eyes and shivered.
RJ peered down at him, gaze hungry and intense. Then he reached to unbutton Aaron’s shirt. His big fingers fumbled with the first two at the top. He cursed under his breath. “This a favorite of yours?”
Aaron shook his head.
“Would you miss it?” RJ gripped both sides of the collar and gently tugged in imitation of ripping it open. “This okay?”
Aaron gulped. He did like the shirt, but he liked this more. He whispered, “It’s okay.”
RJ grinned and tore the shirt open, buttons bursting, fabric tearing, and cool air rushing over Aaron’s chest, raising his nipples. Aaron’s torso jerked up with the force of the rip and he cried out before collapsing back against the sofa, shirt destroyed.
Aaron’s breath heaved and sweat popped on his bare skin, making him shiver.
“Mr. Danvers, I think you’d let me do anything to you,” RJ murmured, running his finger down Aaron’s chest, circling each sensitive nipple, and then down toward his belly button. “Is that right? You gonna let me do anything?” He poked his finger into Aaron’s belly button and then trailed it back up again.
Aaron nodded.
His words had flown somewhere far away, and he hoped RJ wasn’t one of those guys who made him say yes to everything they did before they did it, because that just wasn’t happening. He could barely think through the white noise of lust in his head and the throb of his cock, and the wonder of this man kneeling over him, holding him to the sofa with just one finger and the heat from his eyes.
Who’d have ever thought?
RJ Blitz. Christ.
Making Aaron weak with need.
“Good. Because I like it when I can do anything.” RJ bent and sucked Aaron’s nipple into his mouth. Aaron arched and gripped RJ’s head, his hands slipping through the soft, short hair.
“Fuck!”
“Mmm, yeah. For sure,” RJ hissed. “But first we’re going to play. I think I’m going to like playing with you, Mr. Danvers. I think you’re going to like it too.”
Constance darted from the room in a surge of movement, and RJ laughed. “I think I scared her. Or maybe you did, with all that noise you’re making.”
