Chapter 19 #3
God, that sounded so good. That mouth after a bad day? “Oh, don’t tempt me. I might decide I had a bad day just because…”
“You need to fuck my mouth, I’m in. You need me to just suck you, I’m in.” His wicked boy rested his hand over his cock.
“You’re a naughty boy with a dirty mouth. Imagine what your mother would say?” He hadn’t asked much about Roper and Ryder’s parents, actually. For all he knew Roper was born with a filthy mouth.
He rather doubted that though.
“She’d call my brother and tell him to deal with me.” Roper’s lips quirked. “Like he can handle me for a hot minute.”
“He doesn’t need to anymore. I may tell him as much the next time I see him. I’ll definitely make sure Charles knows.” He was teasing, and not. He thought Roper would understand.
“That works for me.” Those eyes burned for him and Roper’s grin was pure naughtiness. “I’m your problem now.”
He could play that game too. “You are. Should I call your mother and tell her too?”
“You can. She’ll give you what for.” Roper kept rubbing his prick, slow and easy. “I needed you yesterday—you knew I wasn’t playing, you knew I needed loving. Thank you.”
He shifted and gave his swelling cock a little more room. “Even good things can feel overwhelming. And they are good things. I don’t know when I would have told you how I felt otherwise. I’m still breathing through it all myself. I understand the emotions, but I’ve never been here before.”
It felt so natural to admit that, to be honest with his boy.
“Me either. I realized it in a rush. Like I knew what I felt, but I didn’t know what that was. Then I did—and I was hiding it and my scores and I just couldn’t…breathe.”
“We’re both breathing just fine now.” And he was enjoying the buzz his boy was giving him. “I’m stupidly proud of you. But you know, no one is going to fall for your little simple country boy act anymore.” He grinned.
“It’s not an act. I just… I just—” Roper sighed softly. “It’s hard to figure out who to be, sometimes.”
He nodded. He understood that, knowing everything he knew. Hopefully that would be easier now. “If that’s still a problem for you, just come to me and I’ll remind you exactly who you are.”
That meant no more running, no more hiding, no more silent panic—that belonged to him now.
“Will you now?” Roper’s strokes stayed at the same, slow rhythm.
“Always. Every single time.” He weighed his options and decided since Roper was grounded, he could get off alone if he damn well pleased. He got hold of Roper’s hand and pushed it under the waistband of his sweats.
“Is that a request, my love?” Roper’s calluses felt like heaven, dragging along his shaft.
He snorted. “No. A request would be something more like ‘would you please jack me off?’ That is a demand. More like, ‘Jack me off now, brat.’ Different tone.”
“Brat?” The touch slowed, and Roper pushed up and bit his earlobe. “Not Kitten?”
He couldn’t fight his smile, even as he moaned. “My boy, I can’t ground a kitten.”
“No? But I’m so good.” He got another bite, another hard, strong stroke.
“Ah, fuck.” He let his head fall back on the arm of the couch. “You’re…skilled. Not good.” Jesus, it was like Roper knew his prick better than he did.
“So good.” Roper shoved his T -shirt up with his free hand, lips fastening on his nipple, the suction breathtaking.
“Fuck. Yes.” And no, but whatever, he’d already lost control of this and he didn’t give a damn. He just… “God.”
“Mmm…” Roper purred around his skin, the touch making him ache.
He arched and didn’t hold himself back anymore. “When I come, your mouth better be there, boy.” The words sounded rough, like he’d swallowed gravel.
Roper bit his nipple, then squeezed, right beneath the head of his cock, keeping him from shooting and easing him back from the edge.
Then one bite after another chased down along his belly.
“Watch those teeth, brat.” He hissed and winced and loved every single toothy bit of it.
“Watching.” Another bite made him shudder, then the steady stroking started up again.
“I love it when you get yourself in trouble.” He laughed and groaned at the same time. “Am I allowed to say that? Oh fuck…close.”
“You are the Professor.” Roper’s lips crashed down over his cock, the suction wild and fierce, pulling at his very bones.
His breath caught and his vision tunneled, his whole body in league with Roper to make him shatter into bits. He shot, balls emptying so hard it hurt as he gasped for air.
Roper took him in, soft sounds vibrating his shaft as his boy rolled his balls.
“Dammit. Fuck.” He fought to catch his breath, then reached for Roper and grabbed him by the ear, pulling hard. “Get up here and kiss me.”
“Hey! Be nice.” He got a sweet little pout, even as he got his kiss.
Toby was nice. He was just as nice as his boy deserved. He took control of the kiss, coming back to himself and reclaiming what was his.
Roper purred softly, hard cock rubbing into his belly as he straddled Toby.
He took a breath and whispered, “That was fucking amazing, and you are a naughty little kitten.”
“I love you too, Professor.” That low voice was pure sex.
“Mmm. Good. You’re not allowed to get off again until I say so. No touching except to shower, no jerking off, no orgasms at all. No room for interpretation. Is that clear?”
“Oh, that’s no fair…” Roper rubbed against him again.
“You’re right. It’s not. But you’re still grounded.” He let the boy rub, watching passively, amused.
“But I’m so good.” There was a delicious satisfaction in his boy’s face.
“Sometimes.” He stroked his fingers through Roper’s hair, feeling floaty and satisfied. “When you’re not being bad.”
Roper felt like heaven, his boy grew heavy against him, and Toby hummed, lazy and happy.
“I’m not sharing you with the world today at all. Maybe tomorrow. Today you’re staying right here in my arms.” Possibly the shower, maybe bed, definitely another stint under the dining room table while he got some work done.
The boy was his and he wanted this all to himself.