Page 34 of Mr. Naughty List

Yeah. This is RJ.

Bubbles came and went again, until RJ had to get up and pace the room. Finally, his phone dinged with a new message.

Last night was incredible, but it probably shouldn’t happen again.

Shouldn’t wasn’t the same as wouldn’t, and RJ’s heart tumbled. He’d been lucky enough to have Mr. Danvers once. He should be satisfied with that. But he really wasn’t.

I’m grateful for last night. Thank you for letting me have it—and you.

He scrubbed a hand in his hair and waited for a long time, but finally a short and sweet reply came through.

It was a pleasure.

RJ didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t be pushy after Aaron had made his position on another hookup clear. He stared at the screen until he finally gave up and stared at the ceiling instead. After a few minutes, he got out his acoustic guitar for the first time since arriving in town. It took him about half an hour to pick out a melody that pleased him, and another twenty to start making progress on some lyrics, but he was pleased to finally be writing a new song.

His phone dinged.

RJ paused. It was probably Joel again. But he snatched it off the bed anyway, heart thumping with expectation.

So how was your day?

RJ bit into his lower lip and put his guitar aside.

Yes. Fuck, yes.Aaron had given in and texted him. There was hope.

Chapter Twelve

24 hours later

Sexting with aformer student was probably just as bad as actually fucking one, but what Lauren didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. And Aaron really needed the distraction tonight.

After dressing as an elf for the holiday pep rally, enduring the laughter of the entire middle school, and realizing that, after all he’d done to help out, Coach Ramirez now looked at him like…like maybe Aaron reallywasa raging queer—and worse, like that knowledge made Jack uncomfortable? Well, Aaron desperately needed something to take the edge off.

The fact that his preferred “something” was a little hit off his former student, RJ Blitz, was…not worth examining too closely.

The night before, they’d simply texted about life. They’d chatted about their day, the books they’d read recently, and had somehow ended up comparing memories of their favorite holiday movies from childhood. But when they’d signed off for the night, it’d felt good. Nice, like they’d agreed to be friends and nothing more. Maybe they’d shared an intimate, hot night together, but now they could be comfortable, casual buddies.

Tonight, though, right from the start, things had felt different for Aaron. When the first text from RJ came through around seven, right after Aaron had finished up his lonely Chinese takeout dinner and he’d settled down with Constance on the sofa to contemplate whether reaching out to RJ first was allowed, he’d nearly crowed with joy.

He’d flushed hot to see RJ’s message on the screen. Never mind that it was another completely innocentHey, how was your day?It still sent him up in flames. Aaron had never felt a full-body blush that hot and hard before. RJ might as well have asked him if he’d like to get rimmed.

Staring at the innocuous message, his dick chubbed up against his thigh. Aaron struggled with his conscience for about six seconds. And then he started it.

Later, if Lauren ever found out and chose to hang him out to dry, he’d have no excuse worth giving. He’d just wanted to feel wanted, special, and sexy for a few minutes. And his former student was really fucking good at making Aaron feel all of those things.

“If you were here with me tonight, what would you do to me?” Aaron’s thumbs shook as he typed, and he had to correct several typos before he could send his question through. Then he waited, dizzy with the urgent need to know what RJ would say in response. His heart thumped and his dick surged, an anxious glee filling him as he watched the message bubbles appear. He waited for an interminably long time before gasping at RJ’s response.

I’d bend you over your kitchen table, spank your ass again just to see it jiggle, and then I’d fuck you until you begged to come. Why?

Oh shit. That was real. That was exactly the response Aaron had hoped for. The spanking included. He’d been disappointed on that morning, only two nights after his encounter with RJ, to find the lingering swat marks on his ass had vanished while he was sleeping.

Aaron settled himself on his sofa, getting comfortable. He closed his eyes, remembering the way RJ had looked at him the night they’d been together. Like Aaron was a movie star, or the physical incarnation of all of RJ’s hottest fantasies. Like Aaron’s body was a Christmas gift that RJ was amazed to find beneath the tree, all his to unwrap and claim. Aaron had never felt so admired and wanted. Like he was RJ’s dream come true.

Fuck, how often did he ever feel special anymore? Try never. Aaron slipped one hand beneath his silky robe and pinched a pebbled nipple. His hips twitched and he flipped his robe open to expose his hard dick.

Constance began to knead the fabric of the sofa where she sat perched next to him. Ignoring her and trying not to think about what she might witness, Aaron cupped his balls, fingered his taint, and considered his response. Finally, he managed to type in:

How would you fuck me?