Page 15 of Mr. Naughty List
Two bright spots appeared on Mr. Danvers’s dimpled cheeks just like when RJ had stared overlong at him back in English class. He drew close enough to feel Mr. Danvers’s breath gusting gently, and then chucked his chin up. He rubbed his lips against Mr. Danvers’s, refusing to turn it into a kiss, even as Mr. Danvers swayed up, trying to lock onto him.
“Beg,” RJ whispered, brushing his lips over the soft plumpness of Mr. Danvers’s mouth. “Beg me to bend you over this bed and smack your ass. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Ah, damn,” Mr. Danvers whispered, his eyes squeezing closed. RJ could feel him trembling, his hard cock brushing against the front of RJ’s jeans. He opened his eyes and stared at RJ’s collarbones exposed by his V-neck tee. “Please,” he gasped. “Just please. Anything.”
“Mm-hmm,” RJ murmured, ducking his head to nuzzle the side of Mr. Danvers’s face, breathing in the scent of his peppery cologne. “Be. More. Specific.”
“Spank me.”
“I can do that for you, baby. You want me to do that?”
Mr. Danvers shivered and grabbed hold of RJ’s biceps like his knees had gone weak. “RJ…”
“Let me just…” He breathed him in again and then trailed his lips over the rough, golden shadow growing in on Mr. Danvers’s cheek.
Mr. Danvers breathed harshly through his mouth, his fingers gripping RJ’s biceps hard. When RJ kissed him, his mouth opened like a soft, wet, bloom, and he claimed it, driving his tongue in until Mr. Danvers moaned and collapsed against RJ’s chest, kissing him back greedily.
Breaking the intensity, RJ kissed Mr. Danvers’s ear, then spun him around, tugging that sweet ass back against his thighs, wishing his pants were off and he could feel Mr. Danvers’s soft skin against his cock. Instead, he gripped his hips and pushed him forward. “Bend over. Hands on the bed.”
Mr. Danvers whimpered, nearly collapsing, but holding himself up so that RJ had a great view of his ass. The soft, light dusting of hair over his ass cheeks, the thicker hair on his thighs, and the tremble in his haunches that reminded RJ so vividly of when he’d written on the whiteboard at school, his butt shaking with the effort.
“Mr. Danvers,” RJ said, but then no more words came. He put his hands on that ass, cupping it, sensing the heat from his skin and the tremble in his muscle. He wanted to spread the cheeks, get a look at his asshole, but he held off. He savored the heaving breaths Mr. Danvers took, his ribs expanding and falling enticingly, his hands knotting into the comforter.
“Mr. Danvers, I’m going to spank you now. You want that?”
Mr. Danvers froze slightly and then said, “Anything. You can do anything you want.”
“Beg me to do it.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Pleasespank me.” Mr. Danvers’s voice cracked, like he was shocked by his own words. But RJ took it for the permission it was, and he let his hand fall hard on Mr. Danvers’s right butt cheek, grunting as the flesh wobbled and Mr. Danvers let out a bitten-off cry.
“Let it out. I want to hear.” Mr. Danvers cried out again when RJ slapped his left cheek. “Used to imagine you over your desk just like this. Your grade book shoved off on the floor, and me spanking you while you shouted the school down. Spanking you until your ass was bright red and you were begging to be fucked.”
“Ohfuck,” Mr. Danvers whispered. He buried his face in the sheets and lifted his ass up higher, inviting RJ with his body.
RJ pulled back and smacked his left butt cheek again, watching his handprint flare on the pale flesh, and hissing in pleasure when Mr. Danvers humped air with his hard cock, driving forward and back, seeking something more.
“Yes,” Mr. Danvers groaned.
RJ hesitated. Part of him wanted to go easy on Mr. Danvers, he didn’t seem like the kind of man to get spanked very often, but another part of him wondered if he’d ever have this shot again. He was pretty certain they’d agreed on a one-night thing. No strings. No repeats. He didn’t want to waste it.
But, fuck, he already wanted a repeat. Ten repeats even. Just to hear Mr. Danvers make that sound when RJ’s hand connected with his flesh, just to know he was going to get to put his cock inside that beautiful body, and that he was going to make that beautiful man come. He stood back, still dressed and desperately hard, staring at Mr. Danvers, and he already wanted so much more than ten repeats.
He was screwed.
He was also in too deep to even consider stopping. He squeezed his cock, unzipped his jeans, and tugged himself out to stroke while ogling Mr. Danvers’s hot ass.
“Please,” Mr. Danvers whimpered, looking back over his shoulder. “Do it. Spank me like you—” He licked his lips, eyes glazed. “Like you always wanted.”
RJ released his shaft before letting fly with his hand, smacking Mr. Danvers left and then right, and then left and right again. Mr. Danvers jumped around the bed, biting off his cries still, but shoving his ass back for more every time RJ paused to shake out his hand. He stared in awe as Mr. Danvers arched his back, taking every smack like a greedy whore.
Mr. Danvers groaned and cried out, “Please! I…I need! Just fuck me!”
The words shot to RJ’s balls. He had to grip himself hard, breathing through his nose in slow, even inhales and exhales before he could trust himself to shove his pants down to his knees, rip off one of the condoms from the strip, and roll it on.