Page 36 of Mr. Naughty List

I’d make you suck me until I decided I’ve had enough. Then I’d fuck your throat and shoot my load. You’d swallow it.

Aaron cried out. RJ wasn’t exceptionally dreamy at sexting, lacking the descriptive powers of some men he’d done this with. But RJwasstraight forward and certain, and Aaron knew he meant every word of it. If RJ were here in his apartment right now, he’d do those things to Aaron. He’d take control and make Aaron pleasure him, and, somehow, through it all, Aaron would feel cherished. He’d ache with joy while RJ wrung gratification from his body. God, he wanted that again.

Aaron gripped his phone hard as the crescendo consumed him, forcing him to achingly hot heights. His come arced from his dick in a long spurt so pleasurable that his eyes rolled back. It splashed over his chest and his throat. Shorter, sharp jolts of pleasure rocked him as jizz slopped over his still-pumping hand.Fuck.

Aaron’s phone dinged with a new message from RJ:I just came.

Me too.

Wish I’d seen that.

Aaron swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, laying the phone down on the sofa arm, riding out several aftershocks of pleasure. He wished RJ had seen him come tonight, too. He’d loved the way RJ had so ardently watched him fall apart when they’d fucked before. But…no. He couldn’t do that. Lauren was right. This was a mistake.

He’d been an idiot. Christ, why was this all so hot?

Going to clean up, he typed to RJ with trembling thumbs.

There was no reply. RJ was probably doing the same.

After a fast shower, Aaron tugged on his favorite soft sweatpants and an even softer T-shirt. He slid his hand over Constance on the bed, and then lay down next to her, burying his face in her fur. She began to purr.

His mind was calm now, but his blood still seemed to fizz and pop inside him, a weird unsettled anticipation that even an orgasm hadn’t extinguished. His phone dinged in the living room, and he rose to check it.

When can I see you?

Aaron stared at the message and then, somehow, almost like an out of body experience, he typed in:Want to go to a middle school dance with me tomorrow night?

Fuck, what was he doing? Why had he texted that? His mother would lose her mind if he showed up with a guy on his arm. She’d made it clear that his homosexuality had no place in a school setting and should always be kept separate from his work as a teacher. The situation with McAllister was proof of that, she’d said.

Aaron bit his lower lip and waited, not sure what he wanted RJ to do, accept his offer or reject it. When the text came through, his heart dropped.

I’d love to, babe, but I have band practice. Meet up after?

The strange disappointment warred with a flare of renewed lust. He should say no. Nip this in the bud. He shouldn’t have texted RJ to begin with tonight, and the “babe” was a bit too much when they weren’t naked together. But…

Yes.

Your place?

Yeah.Aaron’s head spun. Oh, God, what was he doing? He was being a slutty fool. Since when had he ever let his dick be in charge? Not since McAllister. And look where that had gotten him…

Should I bring a ruler? ;)

Aaron quivered and swallowed hard.Yes.

What time?

Ten. The dance isn’t over until nine, and I’ll need to get home. Prepare things.

I’ll be there. And don’t worry, Aaron, I won’t let you down.

Aaron shoved the phone away, staring up at where his string of Christmas lights glowed against the ceiling. He got up slowly, his insides humming with eagerness and dread.

When he crawled into bed and Constance curled up along the side of his leg to sleep, all he could think about were RJ’s hands, his voice, and the surety he exuded whenever he stated what he planned to do to Aaron’s body.

When Aaron finally fell asleep, he dreamed of being back in that damned elf costume—striped tights and green jingle-bell hat. But instead of being in front of all of his students, being mocked and laughed at, he was happily bent over RJ’s lap, getting spanked.

The next morning, Aaron woke with soggy sheets for the first time in ten years.