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Brantley continued talking, but all Daniel kept hearing on repeat wastouchandyou. Hell, that wasn’t much of a shocker, though. He was nineteen, gay, and sitting across from the hottest man he’d ever seen. Add in that Brantley was older and every single fantasy he’d ever had was right there, wrapped up in a polo sweater and a pink fucking tie?—

“Finn?”

“Yes,” he managed.

“What is it you want from me? Because, honestly, this is all a little…tricky. I mean, are you just looking for a quick fuck?”

His throat dried at the direct question, and then he decided,Fuck it, and reached down to massage his erection through his shorts. God, he was hard. So fucking hard that it was close to painful.

Brantley’s eyes lowered to his hand, and Daniel made sure to spread his legs, allowing him to see everything.

“I asked you a question, Finn.”

He groaned low in his throat when Brantley got to his feet, and he was so afraid he was about to leave that he removed his hand and sat up, saying, “I want anything you want… I mean…”

As Brantley stopped in front of him and peered down, Daniel swallowed his nerves and made himself speak again.

“I want it slow, fast, however the fuck you want to give it to me. I just want to be able to touch you. But I’m pretty sure I was clear about that on Friday when I had my tongue in your mouth.”

Brantley chuckled. “Well, that’s direct.”

“That seemed to be what you wanted. And you asked.”

“That I did,” he said, and then his eyes moved to the zipper of his shorts.

“What doyouwant fromme?” Daniel asked, figuring that, at this stage, he didn’t have anything left to lose.

When Brantley licked his bottom lip, Daniel reached for the button of his shorts and freed it. “Do you want this?”

Brantley’s eyes snagged his and had Daniel’s hand freezing in place.

“Please tell me you’ve done this before.”

“This?” he asked. “As in strip for my professor?”

Brantley scrubbed a hand over his face. “No. Jesus. When you say that?—”

“It sounds so fucking hot,” Daniel said as his fingers started to move again. He gripped the zipper of Brantley’s shorts and pulled it down.

Brantley’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. When it was undone and he could get his hand inside and beneath his tight briefs, Daniel groaned at the pleasure he felt from finally touching himself.

“Finn.”

As his name rose above the rush of blood ringing in his ears, he saw Brantley remove his sweater.Oh, fuck, he’s gonna strip for me.If that were the case, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out, because just the idea of seeing Brantley naked had him close to an orgasm. The reality, he feared, might make this moment embarrassing.

But when the sweater was tossed aside and Brantley loosened his tie—that was where he stopped. He then surprised the fuck out of Daniel by moving closer to the couch, between his spread legs, where he asked again, “Have you done this before? As in had sex?”

Daniel nodded as he looked up at the man who was now placing one knee on the outside of his thigh. When he realized what he was doing, Daniel shut his legs slightly so Brantley fucking Hayes could straddle his lap.

Never in his wildest imagination had he thought that this scenario, one he’d fantasized about, would actually happen. Then Brantley took his chin in a tight grip and held his face still.

“Okay,” he said, and before Daniel could even blink, Brantley’s other hand was snaking down between them and slipping beneath his briefs. “You want me,” Brantley said as his warm fingers found Daniel’s aching shaft, “then you better get to showing me. But know that once you do, I don’t plan to let you out of my sight until I’m done with you. Got it?”

As Brantley drew his fist up the entire length of his cock, Daniel shut his eyes. His head fell back on the couch until warm lips pressed under his ear and Brantley whispered, “If that isn’t what you want?—”

“It is,” Daniel said as his eyes snapped open and his hands whipped out to grab Brantley’s hips. “More than you fucking know.”

BRANTLEY STARED DOWNinto Daniel’s eyes as he knelt over his lap. His palms were stroking up and down his spine, and each time his fingers came to his tailbone, Daniel—the arrogant flirt—would tease his crack just enough to have him propelling his hips forward in an effort to increase the pressure on his dick.