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There was no doubt in Brantley’s mind that he would be a willing participant in whatever Daniel asked for. What concerned him, however, was that he wouldn’t be able to hold out and let Daniel be the one to lead. But he would try. Hell, he’d barely been able to sit through dinner due to his excitement. Because, he had to admit, this new role he was now playing in their relationship was exciting. Who knew he had a thing for being ordered around? That was definitely new. Or maybe it was justwhowas doing the ordering.
“Have I mentioned I can’t wait to finally feel you around me?” Daniel said. “I’ve imagined it so many times, but I don’t think it’s going to come close to how it actually feels when I sink inside you that first time. Don’t you agree?”
Yes.Yes, Brantley really did, and he had no trouble saying so.“It’s going to feel unbelievable,” he whispered. “For youandfor me.”
Daniel stroked his fingers up Brantley’s shirt to the collar. Then he gripped it tight between his fingers and tugged so Brantley’s lips were only an inch from his own, and Brantley’s knees came close to buckling.
“Mhmm. I think you’re right. But before that, you know what I want to see, professor?”
Brantley’s dick was pounding behind his zipper at the arousal heating Daniel’s eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from digging his fingers into the solid wall of muscle under his palm. It was the only thing, other than Daniel’s grip on his collar, that was keeping him on his feet. He licked his lips, and as Daniel’s gaze dropped to follow the movement of his tongue, he clued in pretty damn quick, but he wanted to hear it.
“What?” he asked, and Daniel’s eyes came back to his.
“You on your knees.”
Yes.He wanted that too.
Daniel lowered his head to his ear then and whispered, “Undo my pants, Brantley.”
With their eyes still pinned to one another, Brantley dragged the hand he had on Daniel’s chest down to the button of his pants, where his other one was already busy unbuttoning the snap of those tailored grey slacks. When he had it undone and was about to pull the zipper down, Daniel lowered his head and brushed his lips over the top of his.
His warm breath entered his mouth, making Brantley want to beg to skip waiting and just go to his bedroom. But then Daniel sucked his lower lip into his mouth and Brantley decided he could wait if it meant being teased and tormented by his Finn.
When his breathing became harsh and his hands were clutching at the edges of Daniel’s pants, he heard him say, “Knees, professor. I want to see you on yours—now.”
And nothing was going to stop him from giving this man what he wanted.
THANK FUCK FORthe door behind him supporting his ass, because when Brantley went to his knees, Daniel just about dropped to his own to join him.
As it was, he was having a difficult time making himself wait, but when Brantley slowly drew the zipper of his pants down, Daniel decided he would show some fucking patience just so he could slide his cock between his professor’s stern lips.
Goddamn,what a picture Brantley made, kneeling at his feet. He’d visualized this exact moment on more than one occasion over the years. Nothing in his fantasies, however, had quite lived up to his current reality.
“Brantley?”
When Brantley peered up at Daniel, his heart just about stopped in his chest. The man was just so fucking beautiful. And the silver in his hair and his stubble only enhanced his stunning eyes and dark lashes.
“Thank you for ordering the pie tonight. It’s always been a favorite of mine. Especially since whenever I eat it, I’m reminded of the first time you made me yours. Picnics in your bed were always my favorite things on the weekend. That one in particular stands out.”
Brantley’s cheeks flushed, and Daniel knew he was remembering the moment as vividly as he was.
They’d had the windows open, the breeze blowing across their skin as Daniel had worked on his homework and Brantley on his schoolwork, and somewhere in between sucking whipped cream and tangy tart filling off his finger, Daniel had ended up naked, under Brantley, and taken in the most delicious way imaginable. Their first time had been nothing short of perfection.
Much like the man staring up at him.
“I want to do that with you. Take you oh so slowly. Over and over in your bed. Just like you did with me that first time,” he said, and then cupped Brantley’s chin. “But first things first. Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”
He released his chin, and Brantley did as instructed. When he was finally kneeling at Daniel’s feet in his navy-blue pants and nothing else, Daniel shoved his pants down to his thighs, and reached inside his white briefs to fist his aching erection.
Brantley’s lips parted and he rose up on his knees, but Daniel shook his head and indicated with his other hand that he should settle back down where he’d been. As he did, Brantley went for the button on his own pants, but Daniel was quickly on that also.
“Uh uh. Hands off. How about you put them behind your back for the moment.”
Brantley’s eyes narrowed on him as if to say,How about fuck you, and Daniel made sure to keep his lips in that firm don’t-mess-with-me line he’d adopted over the years—one much like Brantley himself had down to a fine art.
“Is something bothering you, professor?”
Daniel raised an eyebrow when Brantley’s jaw bunched, and he refused to respond. He looked like he wanted to throttle him, but Daniel knew better. Brantley was frustrated. Frustrated and aroused, if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by.