“You and that ginormous, titanic, immense dick of yours.”
“Oh no, I left some behind.” RJ rose up, pulled his dick free, and took off the used condom. He spotted the trashcan by the chest of drawers and tossed it in, making the goal. “I guess I’ll have to try again. If that’s all right by you.”
“That’s fine with me.” Though Mr. Danvers’s voice shook with the words.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Mr. Danvers stroked a hand over RJ’s cheek, drew his fingers down to the slight dimple in RJ’s chin, and said, “You fuck like a dream. Merry Christmas to me, right?”
“No, Mr. Danvers. Merry Christmas tome.”
Chapter Six
“What the fuck?”
Aaron reached out to slam his hand down on the alarm clock, shutting off the horrific bleating noise. He scrambled out of bed. If the bedside alarm was going off already, then he’d left his phone in the other room, and now he was late, late,late.
Fuck.
A yawn from the bed next to him, plus long arms and legs stretching widely, jolted him even more thoroughly from his deep sleep. Fuck, he’d let RJ stay over. After such incredibly intense sex, he’d been unable to resist the lure of curling up next to RJ’s long, strong body, and resting together. He hadn’t meant for them to fall asleep.
He scrubbed at his face and eyed RJ’s prone form. RJ was awake, though just barely, peering up at Aaron through slitted eyes that were so clearly eager to close again, obviously on the very edge of going back to sleep.
Aaron’s stomach tumbled anxiously. Letting a hookup stay wasn’t his usual MO. Especially on a school night, but RJ had fucked him senseless. Not once. Not twice. Not four times. Not even five.
Six times.
Fuck.
Aaron had nearly cried in sheer, wrung-out pleasure the last time. He’d keened out weird, hitching, begging sobs he didn’t understand. But RJ had held him through it, kissed his cheeks, and told him that he’d never fucked a sexier man. The final orgasm had actually hurt. But when it was over, Aaron had still whimpered for more.
Jesus.
He’d never had a night like that. Ever. He ached all over. His balls, his cock, his hips, his butt—which might even be bruised from the spanking—and his asshole all felt tender and well-used. A temptation to call out sick from work came over him. He almost never did that. It wasn’t fair to his students to stick them with a substitute who couldn’t advance their learning just because he’d gotten his freak on the prior night.
Still, he was exhausted, raw, and so very tired. He’d just decided to do it, to hell with the kids, when he remembered he’d promised Carter Ward some one-on-one time today. The kid had been a wreck lately, and he’d asked Aaron with a tremble in his voice to please talk with him. There was no way Aaron could let him down on that. Not when a middle-school boy had been brave enough to ask.
He glanced toward RJ again. His eyes were open now, regarding Aaron with curiosity, obviously waiting to see what would happen next.
Oh God. What had he done?
A groan tore from him as he climbed from bed. Fuck, he really was sore.
“You okay?” RJ asked, sitting up fully, his cropped hair somehow messy-looking despite being so short. “Did I hurt you last night?”
“I’m fine.” Aaron said, glancing at the clock. “I’m just really fucking late for work.”
“But the alarm just went off?”
“That’s my final warning alarm. It goes off when I’m supposed to be leaving. I have two more on my phone, but I guess it’s still in the living room.”
“Shit.”
Aaron opened the bedroom door, and sure enough the tinkling chimes of his alarm on his phone came from the living room. He hustled in to grab the damn phone, turned the alarms off, and checked Constance’s water and food bowls before walking down the hall to the bathroom. Every step was a reminder of what had happened last night. Of how much he’d needed it. And how fucking good it had been.
RJ stood by the bed, naked as a jaybird and gorgeous as an Adonis. Every sinew and muscle was visible in his body. His shoulders, his arms, his thighs, the six pack at his stomach. Damn. He was hot. A sort of wild fear gripped Aaron. It filled his whole body, making him want to either throw himself onto the bed and submit to RJ’s cock again, or kick him out right fucking now. No in-between.
Aaron shook his head, trying to clear it of the lustful thoughts that were creeping in already. It wasn’t right, fucking a former student like that, or rather being fucked by one. Still, there was no denying it had been the best sex of his life. Hands down. No comparison. He couldn’t regret it. Not even a little.
