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  “What a little slut you are.”

  “Slut for your cock.”

  “Hmmm.” Sawyer moved his free hand to Harlan’s chest and began to toy with his right nipple ring. Every tug of the piercing was like one on his dick, making Harlan weak-kneed and simple. He thought it was actually quite possible for him to come without Sawyer even touching his erection. “You should see what I see. Your sweet nipples are hard as slate and your cock is leaking precome all over the place. I think you even got some on my jeans. Might have to make you lick them clean.”

  Harlan shivered, so worked up that the mere idea of licking up his own spunk had him ready to blow.

  “God, look at you. So ready to go. I bet I could word-fuck you into coming.”

  “Please don’t.” He didn’t want words, he wanted his mouth, his ass, or even just his hands.

  “What? Don’t make you come like that? Don’t make you,” Sawyer leaned forward and whispered in Harlan’s ear, “blow all over my leg, then force you to the ground to lick it clean.”

  “Fuck.” Harlan’s cock jutted up towards Sawyer, practically begging the other man to come down and say hi, but to Harlan’s ultimate dismay, Sawyer resisted. “Sawyer.” Harlan wasn’t above asking for what he wanted. “Touch me. Please.”

  “Not until I’m good and ready,” Sawyer insisted with a wicked smile. “I feel this uncontrollable need to tease and torture you, much in the way, I might add, you did me in the club.”

  Damn. Harlan should have known that was going to come back and bite him in the ass. And not in a good way, either. “What if I beg nicely?”

  “You’ll beg either way.” Sawyer’s voice was filled with promise. “I guarantee that. Now on your knees, slut, and lick my pants.”

  Harlan released his hold on Sawyer and he dropped gladly to the ground in front of the professor. He greedily searched the dark fabric of the denim for the shiny shimmer of his desire and found a few spots just south of Sawyer’s crotch. His mouth watered, not for the taste of his jism, but for the taste of pleasure that would spill across his tongue at doing what Sawyer bid him to.

  Closing his eyes to savor the moment, he leaned forward and lapped at the bitter taste of his own come happily. “Hmmm…” he moaned, as he pulled back and looked up at Sawyer expectantly.

  “Did you like that?”

  Harlan nodded, unable to form the words to describe just how much he enjoyed it.

  “Not as much as I did.”

  Somehow, Harlan sincerely doubted that.

  If ever there was a sexier sight than that of his lover on his knees before him, Sawyer had never seen it. Watching Harlan clean up the precome from his pants had been so arousing Sawyer had almost gifted him with another few ounces of jism to lick up. Even he, who prided himself on his restraint and control, was no match against the sight of Harlan’s sexual submission.

  Sawyer knew, without a doubt, if he didn’t get the show on the road, things were going to end before they even had a chance to begin. “Come with me.”

  Harlan rose shakily to his feet. “Whe—where are we going?”

  “Dining room.”

  “If you think I can eat right now, you’re crazy.”

  “I think you’re going to do what I say or suffer the consequences.”

  “Bossy top,” Harlan said with a grin.

  Teaching him more about his former pupil than he’d ever figured he’d learn. “Mouthy bottom.”

  Sawyer left the room with Harlan trailing behind him. When they entered the dining room, Sawyer turned up the light he dimmed earlier and stepped out of the way for Harlan to precede him. “Go over by the table.” Without waiting idly to see if Harlan was following his instructions, Sawyer left the dining room and went to his office to retrieve his leather armless chair.

  He carried the black seat back into the kitchen and set it a few feet away from the table. Once it was situated, as he wanted, he walked over to where Harlan stood. The other man was staring down at the assortment of goodies Sawyer had placed out for them to use before he’d joined Harlan in the living room earlier. There was even a hand towel for clean up.

  “See something you like?”

  “Uh huh.” Harlan looked up at him. His lips twitched as he brushed his hand across Sawyer’s favorite dildo. “Isn’t that pretty?”

  “Let’s see how loud you’re laughing when it’s buried to the hilt inside you.” Sawyer didn’t really care that the dildo was Barney purple. It felt divine. The sleek, silicone, imitation cock curved up at the crown in the best possible way, with a swirl hook ending that made a perfect handle to drive it deep into Harlan. It was a toy definitely made for two.

  “Hmm…let’s.”

  “Okay.” Sawyer picked up a swath of black cloth. “But first things first. Turn around.”

  Harlan’s gaze was full of questions as he glanced down at the dark material in Sawyer’s hand. “You into bondage?”

  “I’m into lots of things.” Sawyer took hold of Harlan’s arm and turned him around. “But this isn’t to tie you. It’s to blindfold you.”

  “Damn, you’re kinky.”

  “You have no idea.” Sawyer lowered the cloth over Harlan’s eyes and secured it with a knot behind his head. “But you’re about to find out. Lean over the table.”

  He helped Harlan face the table, then pushed him down, until his torso was against the wood and his ass was bubbled up for his viewing pleasure. The sexy sight had him rubbing his dick through the thick material of his pants. For someone who came not too long ago he was extremely randy. It didn’t help that he was in the vicinity of such a sweet piece of ass, either.

  Reaching down, he ran his hand over the object of his affection. His soft touch brought forth a moan from Harlan. “Do you know what I’m tempted to do?”

  “Fuck me, I hope.”

  “That too,” he chuckled, dipping his fingers between Harlan’s firm cheeks, down past his hole, to cup his balls. He palmed them for a moment before moving his hand back up. “But that’s not all.”

  “Then what?”

  “Let’s just say,” Sawyer moved his palm in circular motions on Harlan’s cheeks, “that you’re very lucky you have to work tomorrow or I’d smack this ass of yours good.”

  Harlan pressed his bottom back against Sawyer’s hand in a blatant invitation. “Then I’ll just have to make sure I get in trouble again.”

  The mere idea made him smile. “I’m sure you won’t even have to work very hard at either.”

  “Probably not.”

  Sawyer gave Harlan a few sharp love taps, before stepping away and walking around the bent man. “Reach behind you and grab your cheeks. I want at that hole.”

  After taking a few seconds to make sure Harlan did as he was told, Sawyer picked up the lube. He went to slick up his fingers, but paused and walked behind the other man once more.

  Since he had him in this position, he might as well…

  Without touching Harlan’s cheeks with his hands, Sawyer leaned over and French kissed his lover’s puckered hole. Harlan groaned at the first swipe of Sawyer’s tongue, giving him all the encouragement to turn the impromptu snack into a meal. Moving his free hand between his lover’s legs, Sawyer stroked Harlan’s cock as he feasted on his lover.

  Harlan trembled under the sensual assault, as did Sawyer’s cock, warning him he was treading a very thin line. Besides, he didn’t want Harlan to blow until the other man was riding his cock. With one final lick, he stood up, reached over to the side and grabbed the lube.

  “Fuck…” Harlan panted. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  “Far from it, pretty. Far from it.” Intent now more than ever on burying himself within Harlan, Sawyer picked up the dildo with one hand and lubed it with the other. Once the toy was coated to his satisfaction, he wiped his hand on the towel then dropped it back on the table.

  “What are you doing?”

  Sawyer rubbed the slick tip against Harlan’s hole, smiling as the other man arch
ed up on his toes. “What does it feel like?”

  “A poor imitation of the real thing.”

  “Got it on the first guess.” Despite how much Sawyer liked the toy, even he had to admit there was nothing like the real thing. But this, like most things in life, served a purpose. “Want to warm you up a bit first.”

  “I’m warmed up. Fuck that. I’m on fire.”

  “You haven’t seen fire yet.” Sawyer pressed the dildo forward, watching attentively for any sign of discomfort or pain. The very last thing he wanted to do was hurt Harlan, quite the opposite, in fact, but in this position, he would have to rely on the other man to tell him what was good and what was bad.

  From the choppy little moans Harlan made, Sawyer could only surmise pain was the last thing his lover was feeling. In fact, the other man was rocking his hips back as he begged for more. “Further. Push it in,” he pleaded, drunk off lust. “I can take it.”

  Sawyer didn’t doubt for a second Harlan could. The dildo wasn’t as thick as Sawyer’s cock, but it was a close second, and it would give Harlan just the warm up he needed to take Sawyer in deep.

  “Is this what you want?” Sawyer asked, as he fed more of the toy to Harlan’s greedy hole. “Want me to fuck you hard and fast with this?”

  “Yes. Christ, yes.”

  “Then take it, pretty. Take it all.” The further he pushed, the louder Harlan moaned, and begged with his thrusting ass for more. Watching the way Harlan fucked himself back on the toy put other dirty ideas in Sawyer’s head. One in particular, he didn’t mind sharing.

  “Soon, very soon, there will be nothing between us but lube.” He twisted the toy just to watch Harlan squirm. “Right?”

  “Yes.” Harlan’s back broke out with beads of perspiration. “God, yes. Want to feel you…”

  “Feel me what?”

  “Fuck me bareback, come inside me.”

  “I want that too.” Sawyer knew he was clean and he was sure Harlan was too, but it never hurt to have the proof. They could get tested next week, and when the results came in they could celebrate with dinner, wine and lube. “Soon, baby boy. Soon.”

  “Can’t wait. Want to feel you. Inside me.”

  “You will. I promise you that. But until then, I want you to feel this.” Sawyer adjusted the thrust of the dildo so it was hitting the sweet spot inside Harlan.

  The change in angle had Harlan groaning and arching up, wordlessly asking for more. So Sawyer gave it to him, fucking him. “Is that how you like it, hard and deep?”

  “God, yes.” Harlan bucked back into the toy. His fingertips were white from gripping his cheeks so hard, but he held on as Sawyer had commanded him to. The way he obeyed, even in the heat of passion, had Sawyer’s dick aching to drive deep within him. Harlan was just so fucking sexy.

  “Sawyer,” Harlan sobbed. “Going to come if you don’t stop. Going to go off.”

  “Well, we can’t have that.” Sawyer pulled the toy out and dropped it onto the table, next to the trembling man. “You don’t come until I say so.”

  He reached down and helped Harlan stand upright. When he was sure the man was steady on his feet, he untied the blindfold and let it fall to the floor. Harlan spun around, eyes wild with need. “I…I…”

  “I know, pretty.” The same unappeased fire burning Harlan alive was also scorching Sawyer. With his gaze centered on Harlan, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them, along with his boxers, to the floor. The instant freedom relieved the immediate ache in his cock, but also took away the one barrier that had held him together.

  Harlan’s gaze went straight to Sawyer’s dick. “Now. Sawyer. Can’t wait much longer.”

  “You won’t.” Sawyer grabbed a condom from the table, ripped into the silver wrapper and rolled the latex sheath down his erection. He quickly lubed it up, nice and slick, just to make sure Harlan would have no problem sliding down his shaft.

  Keeping his hand on the base of the condom to hold it in place, he walked over to the chair and sat. He scooted down a bit so he was at an angle and gestured for Harlan. “Come here.”

  Harlan walked blindly towards him. “How do you want me?”

  “Facing me,” Sawyer ordered softly. “I want to watch you come.”

  “Do you now?”

  “Yes. Give me a lap dance.” Sawyer held the base of his cock with one hand, and placed the other on Harlan’s hip. In this position, he had to be careful not to hurt Harlan. Despite his desire to just plunge straight up into his tight hole, Sawyer was going to resist and let the other man control the speed. For now, at least. “Take me in your hand and put me in. Make it right for you.”

  “’kay.” Harlan straddled Sawyer’s lap, placing a leg on either side of his hips and his feet flat on the floor. Sawyer released his cock and gripped Harlan’s hips, helping the other man get settled. When he was positioned just right, Harlan moved his hand between their bodies, lined up Sawyer’s cock with his entrance and slowly lowered himself.

  Harlan’s eyes widened and glazed over as he took Sawyer’s cock to the hilt inside him. The men groaned simultaneously. His dildo had prepared Harlan so well he was able to slowly sink onto Sawyer’s dick with ease.

  “Still with me?”

  “Yeah.” Harlan licked his lips and closed his eyes, his face a billboard for ultimate pleasure. “I’ve never done it like this before.” He rolled his hips forward, hugging Sawyer’s dick with his tight channel.

  For a novice, he was doing extremely well. “Just do what comes natural.” But just to give him a little help, Sawyer moved his hands from Harlan’s hips to his ass and gripped Harlan’s firm cheeks with his fingers. He rocked his lover forward, setting the rhythm he wanted the other man to follow. “Ride me.”

  Harlan opened his passion-filled eyes and stared hungrily at Sawyer. “You sweet talker, you.”

  Sawyer flexed his cock inside the other man, biting back a groan at the intense pleasure he felt. “Do you want sweet talk or do you want to come?”

  “Come,” Harlan groaned, as he gripped the back of the chair with his hand and began to move his ass in his sexy dancer way. Harlan got into the rhythm of things quickly, using his legs to brace the brunt of his weight as he rode up and down Sawyer’s cock like a freight elevator. “Definitely to come.”

  “Good. Then fuck my dick.” Sawyer pressed his hips up, burying his shaft even further inside Harlan. “Fuck me good.”

  Sawyer moved his hips hurriedly, thrusting up as Harlan pumped down. “Feels good. So good.” His cock glided over and over again into Harlan’s welcoming ass and it took everything in him not to come like a virginal twink.

  “Yeah…” Harlan moved his fingers from the back of the chair to Sawyer’s shoulder, digging them in as he milked his cock. “Oh yeah.”

  “Can’t stop fucking you.”

  “Don’t.” He panted. “Don’t ever stop.”

  As if he could. Things between them were far too good for him to ever give him up. He’d almost lost Harlan once. He wasn’t fool enough to let that happen again. “Mine. You’re mine.”

  “All yours. Forever.” His promise was almost drowned out by the noise of their loving.

  The room was a cornucopia of erotic sounds. From the resonant slaps of Harlan’s ass smacking against Sawyer’s lap, to the heavy lustful moans they made. It was a heady combination that pushed Sawyer closer and closer to the edge of madness. From the wild look in Harlan’s eyes, Sawyer wasn’t the only one getting close. “You ready, pretty?”

  “Yes…”

  “Stroke yourself.” Harlan didn’t wait for a second invitation. He frantically gripped his cock and rose, pumping up and down in a frenzied motion as his body clutched tightly to Sawyer’s cock.

  While watching Harlan’s erotic one-man show, Sawyer gripped Harlan’s hips tightly and worked him up and down his shaft, while the other man fisted his dick.

  “Sawyer. Now. Please, now.”

  As if he could ever deny such pretty begging. “
Come for me, baby,” Sawyer ordered, close himself to erupting. “I want to see you go.”

  Harlan tossed his head back and jerked his cock furiously, coming like a geyser all over their laps. “Sawyerfuckcomingfuck.”

  The jumbled words were almost as exciting as the sight of Harlan’s cock spurting rope after rope of creamy sticky fluid over his tightly clenched fingers. He looked like a fallen angel, his face a mask of unfettered pleasure. Knowing it was he who brought the expression to his handsome face was a high like no other, and it was also the catalyst to his own release.

  Waves of pleasure radiated throughout his entire body, stronger and brighter than the sun as Sawyer came, grinding his dick into Harlan’s ass. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His voice was raspy, his head was pounding, and he could barely breathe. Without a doubt, Sawyer could honestly say this was well worth the wait.

  Trembling, Harlan fell forward on Sawyer. Resting his sweat-damp body against Sawyer, Harlan laid his head on Sawyer’s shoulder and let out a deep sigh of contentment. They were a mess, a sticky sweaty mess, and it was beautiful.

  “I have to tell you,” Harlan said after a few seconds. “That wasn’t romantic in the least.”

  Sawyer chuckled and tightened his hold on Harlan. “No, but it was fun.”

  “That it was, Professor.” Harlan leaned up a bit so he was staring into Sawyer’s eyes. “That it was. What’s your plan for round three?”

  “I guess you’ll have to hang around to find out.”

  Harlan smiled. “I guess I will.”

  About the Author

  Lena Matthews spends her days dreaming about handsome heroes and her nights with her own personal hero. Married to her college sweetheart, she is the proud mother of two beautiful daughters, three evil dogs, and a mess of ants that she can't seem to get rid of. When not writing she can be found reading, watching movies, lifting up the cushions on the couch to look for batteries for the remote control and plotting different ways to bring Buffy back on the air. You can contact Lena through her website: www.lenamatthews.com

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