Page 10 of Mr. Naughty List

“Oh God,” Aaron whispered.

“Lead on, Mr. Danvers.” RJ’s gritty baritone seemed to wrap around his balls and tug.

“Yeah, okay.” Aaron’s knees felt weak. “It’s this way.”

Leaving their empties on the patio table, Aaron pulled RJ away. A tremble started deep in his muscles: anticipation or cold, he didn’t know or care.

Holy shit.He was taking a former student home. Some part of him knew it couldn’t possibly be a good idea. But when RJ’s big hand released his, only to settle against his lower back, silently urging him toward his apartment and all the things they were going to do there, Aaron no longer gave a shit about prudence or good judgment.

He just wanted more.

The jingling Christmas songs of the busker on the corner followed them as they left the holiday cheer of Market Square and started toward the lights of Gay Street, which was more fitting than ever.

Without warning, RJ rumbled low and soft in Aaron’s ear, “I imagined bending you over that desk and spanking your sweet ass. With a ruler.”

Aaron’s nipples tingled. “You thought about that…in…in class?”

“So many times. Nearly came in my pants most days.” RJ’s hand drifted lower, gripped Aaron’s left ass cheek possessively, and then quickly released it.

Aaron almost choked on his own spit. How had this happened? How had he gotten lucky enough to run into RJ, who admitted to wanting exactly what Aaron needed tonight? What he’d tried and failed to get before?

“Thatwas my obsession,” RJ added. “You’d write on that fucking smart board, so serious and earnest as hell, going on about grammar and symbolism or whatever. But all I could imagine was you on your stomach, ass shiny red from my hand, begging for my cock, pleading for me to fuck you. I’m amazed I passed, actually.”

“Me too. Holy shit.”

“Have I left you speechless, Mr. Danvers?”

“No.”

“Are you into that fantasy?”

“Fuck yes.”

He should probably tell RJ to call him Aaron, but there was something so dirty about him calling him by his teaching name.

RJ shifted his hand from Aaron’s lower back to his own crotch as he groaned. “How far is this place of yours?”

“Just around the corner. Not far.”

“Thank fuck.”

The twinkle lights in the shop windows along the street, the blue lights of the massive Christmas tree erected just ahead, and the shining bulbs of the Tennessee Theater sign couldn’t distract Aaron from one bright, pulsing thought: praise the baby Jesus, he was about to get his ass beaten and then getlaid.

“It’s just up here.”

RJ squeezed Aaron’s ass cheek again, and Aaron shuddered. “I’m going to fuck you, Mr. Danvers, until you can’t see straight.”

Hallelujah!

Chapter Four

They stumbled insideAaron’s loft, and RJ had him pressed up against the door forcefully as soon as it was shut. Aaron gasped. Oh yes,hallelujah. Praise Santa for delivering the early present he neededso badly.

Still fully dressed, they rubbed against each other, breath mingling as RJ said, “I’m going to get you on your knees. On your back. On your stomach. I’m going to have you every way there is, and you’re going to fucking love it, Mr. Danvers. I’m—” RJ sniffed, his nose wrinkling up.

Aaron sniffed too and groaned.

Shit.