Chapter 12 #2
To be fair, though, right now, sitting close enough to feel the tension and the heat building between them, he was fighting the urge to just take the boy to bed.
“Oh, and, it’s not going to be a thing between us, for sure, but I want you to know—it is a huge turn off to be called Ryder during sex or a scene. We’re not interchangeable.”
“Got it. If I really want to piss you off, call you by your brother’s name.” He snorted. “Trust me, I don’t want to piss you off. Also, ew. Who does that garbage?” They may look the same, but he would never confuse them again. They were nothing alike.
Roper shrugged and chuckled, a little grin on his face.
“You’d have to ask Ernie. He said it was a slip of the tongue, but it was at the end of our—affair, so I think his heart was searching for a way to make me pull the trigger.
” Roper waved one hand. “That’s old shit, and we’ve buried the hatchet.
We’d have killed each other, given enough time. ”
He shook his head. “Add another swat to your count. No more old shit. It’s just you and me, full steam ahead. And I have a fair amount of steam. What’s your count?”
“Five. Two at the bar and three here.” Roper winked at him. “And you did ask, Professor.”
He waved that off. Five might be correct, but it was not nearly enough. “Whatever. Add two for questioning me.”
“Careful now, you get too far, I’ll lose count.” Roper wiggled his fingers at Toby, eyes sharp and focused.
“Manners, boy.” God, he wanted to laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he tweaked that nipple he’d been toying with good and hard. “Add two more. Count on your damn toes if you have to.”
“Let’s see…five and two and two…” Roper held up his fingers, warm laughter in his eyes.
There was naughtiness galore here, but no meanness. Roper was sharing wickedness with him.
“I see this is going to be a challenge for you, kitten. Maybe I should dole a few out now to make things…easier on you. How are you at subtraction?”
“I’m pretty good at it, to be honest, Professor.” Roper’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring.
He’d been paying attention. He’d noticed Roper’s use of “professor” as opposed to his name for the better part of the week and he’d already decided it was meant to be respectful, as opposed to ironic. He wanted to ask about it, but not now.
Now he wanted a boy over his knee. His cock in that boy’s mouth. They were both on edge and they needed to get past it.
He settled back on the couch, draping one arm over the cushions. “Stand up in front of me, facing the fireplace.” It was pretty and it made a nice statement in the room, but it was fake.
The fireplace, not the boy.
Roper levered himself up and did as he was asked. From here, with Roper’s shirt off, he could see how the boot made him hipshot, off-center.
“Good boy. Open your jeans, all the way.” He waited for Roper to obey, then he grabbed the jeans by the hips and yanked them down around the boy’s thighs, nice and hard. He smoothed his hands over a fucking perfect ass, still clad in white briefs.
Roper’s glutes tightened, offering him a breathtaking show of muscle. He was so goddamn lucky.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid the briefs down. “Damn, boy. I call bullshit; there’s no way no one never told you how fucking perfect you are.” He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the boy.
“Professor, I’m glad you think so.” Roper shifted his weight from one foot to the other, again and again.
The boy hadn’t used a safe word yet, so he wasn’t sure if that was due to pain or something else. “Over my thighs, boy, in a position you can try to hold for a bit.” There was enough room on the couch that Roper could stretch out if that was best.
“Can you give me a hand to turn, please? I don’t want to trip on my jeans.”
“Of course.” Damn, he probably should have thought of that. He stood and steadied Roper as the boy turned around, trying not to focus on the boy’s pretty cock, which was proudly making itself known.
That was for later.
He sat again and held his arms open to help the boy get settled.
Roper settled over his lap, wiggling like the best kind of hungry boy, nudging his thighs with that sweet prick.
“You seem impatient.” He smoothed a hand over one muscled ass cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“Excited. I’m—Professor, I’m all lit up inside.”
He knew the feeling. “Your safe words are yellow and red, and I want to hear them the second you need this to stop. Doesn’t matter the reason. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I want this, but if things go pear-shaped, I’ll safeword. I promise.”
“Good boy.” He tested things out, giving Roper a solid, if slightly timid smack. He didn’t usually bother with a warm-up for punishments, but this was their first time.
That swat earned him a soft, happy little sigh, a wiggle.
Happy was good. Begging was better. “Breathe, kitten. And count.” He flattened his hand, raised his arm and brought it down sharply, twice, leaving a white handprint on each cheek.
God, that felt so good.
“Mmm…that’s two.” And a deeply satisfied moan.
That sound made his balls ache, and his cock wondered when it was getting a turn.
“Your ass is pretty already, boy.” And Roper didn’t lie; he liked this hard. “More.” He didn’t actually care how many the boy had earned, he had Roper now, and he was going to see where this took them.
He took a breath himself, focusing on Roper, and rewarded the boy with two more heavy blows.
“Fuck… Four. Please, I need more. I need you.” Roper grabbed his calf, holding on.
Listen to that. So quick. So needy. “More? Are you asking me to fuck you, boy? Do you deserve that? Have you earned it?”
“I want you to give me what I need. I said I’d trust you to do that.”
Oh, dear boy. That wasn’t how this worked. But how beautifully bratty to pretend it did. He landed two more blows, sudden and solid on the boy’s pinked ass.
Roper tensed, then blew out a sharp, hard breath. “Dammit.”
He smoothed his hand over the hot skin. That wasn’t a safe word, but he wasn’t sure what it actually meant. “How do you feel now, boy?”
“Buzzing. A little high.” Roper sucked in deep inhalations.
“Good boy. Ride the high. Relax into it.” He spread his legs a little and reached between them, circling his fingers around the boy’s cock, thumb pressing into the slippery slit. “You can shoot when you need to, kitten.”
As he stared down, Roper arched and rolled into his touch, and Troy caught sight of two things at once—a black dagger inked into one inner thigh and the glint of a ring hidden in Roper’s perineum.
“Full of surprises, kitten.” He slid his free hand between the boy’s thighs and fingered that ring, giving it a gentle tug.
Heat sprayed over his fingers, Roper crying out and coming for him, offering himself over.
He stroked a hand over Roper’s head. “That’s it. Good boy. So lovely.” Roper was fucking perfect. “Just breathe and float, enjoy it.”
“Sweet Christ, that was so good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Toby was ready for more, but he wanted Roper to have this moment. He could wait.
In fact, he decided he would wait.
He’d get what he needed tonight, once the boy had rested.