“Where are we going?”
“To my car.” Sawyer’s brain was on autopilot. “Want to talk to you.”
“Just talk?”
The amusement in Harlan’s voice was nothing compared to the need in Sawyer’s own. “For now.” And now only.
It didn’t take long at all to spot his car, and even less time to get to it. When they reached the silver sedan, Sawyer took hold of Harlan’s arm and moved the other man until he was standing in front of the passenger’s side door. Moving quickly, he pressed Harlan back against the car, pinning him there with his body. He could feel the impression his erect cock made from behind his tight jeans, and it caused Sawyer’s dick to ache all the more. There was nothing he wanted to do more than kiss Harlan, but he refrained, wanting to get the necessities out of the way first. “Do you forgive me for earlier today?”
“Yes.” There wasn’t even the slightest bit of hesitation in Harlan’s voice.
Sawyer nodded his head arrogantly. That was what he’d been hoping for. “Feel vindicated?”
“Maybe a bit.”
“Did you love having me on the rails? Getting me worked up in there like that?”
“Yes. I liked it a lot.”
“Good. I’d hate for you to go through all that and not enjoy it.” Sawyer rubbed his crotch against Harlan’s. “Especially since I’m going to make you pay for it.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not going to. I’m so turned on I could bend you over the trunk of the car and fuck you here.”
“Be my guest. I see how much the public scene seems to get you hot.” Harlan placed his hands on Sawyer’s ass, and pulled him even closer to him. “Do you know how many people told me tonight how lucky I was? Those bitches back there got one feel of your cock and wanted to strangle me with my g-string just to get a chance with you.”
“It’s all yours. Every inch of it. But not here. Get in the car.”
“I brought my own.”
“We’ll come back for it. Later.” Much, much later.
“I…”
“I wasn’t asking, Harlan. I was telling.” Sawyer had been good long enough. “You had your fun. Now it’s time for me to have mine.”
“Damn bossy tops.” Harlan’s smile was anything but that of a man who was put out.
“Damn mouthy bottoms.” Sawyer pulled the car door open. “Get. In.”
“Aye. Aye.” Harlan leaned forward to kiss him, but Sawyer pulled back.
“Not here.”
“Prude.”
“Says the nude dancing queen.” Sawyer waited until Harlan was seated and reaching for the seatbelt buckle before he closed the door and walked around the trunk of the car to his door. Before opening it, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his out-of-whack hormones down. Way down.
When he was calm enough not to toss Harlan in the back seat and fuck him six ways from Sunday, Sawyer opened the door and got in.
“Everything okay?” Harlan asked, as he took off his sunglasses and placed them in his jacket pocket.
“It will be.” As soon as he got Harlan home. Sawyer quickly buckled up and started the car. He was just about to back out when Harlan placed his hand over his on the gearshift.
“Before we go though…”
Confused, Sawyer turned to look at the man. “What?”
“This.” Harlan moved in for the kill, closing the space between them with a single kiss. The second their lips touched, Sawyer was lost.
Groaning, he tried to will his hands up to push Harlan away. He really did, but his hands, like his mouth earlier, weren’t listening to him. Getting started here wasn’t a good idea. He needed a bed, or a couch, or hell, even a floor. Something that guaranteed them room to maneuver.
This was just not a workable situation, but damn, the little fucker could kiss. With strength of steel, Sawyer broke away from Harlan’s too-tempting mouth. “Stop, baby. We’ll be home soon enough.”
Harlan gave Sawyer’s cock an open palm squeeze over his jeans. “Sure you can wait? Back seat seems roomy enough.”
Sawyer didn’t even want to think about that. He knew if he dwelled on the idea for too long, he would forget all the many reasons it was a bad idea. “Not for what I have in mind.” Sawyer shook his head to clear his lust-filled brain. Tricky Dix’s, with heavy traffic, was only about twenty minutes from his house, but Sawyer was so motivated he was sure he could make it in ten. “Man, we have to get out of here. Just sit back and let me drive.”
“Fine.” Harlan sat back with a pout.
Normally watching the hunky guy pout would have amused Sawyer, but he was too tightly strung to find humor in anything. Besides, Sawyer couldn’t waste time pacifying the other man right now. He had to get them home so they could fuck.
Unfortunately for Sawyer though, Harlan didn’t pout for long. Nor did he sit back as he was told. Apparently, the dancing hadn’t been foreplay for just Sawyer. Harlan wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. Sawyer was beginning to lose count of how many times he had to push the other man’s hand away from his dick.
“Baby,” he growled, this time pressing Harlan’s hand down on his erection, instead of away from it. Maybe a little touching would soothe the both of them. “Wait ’til we get home.”
“I don’t want to wait. I want to suck you dry here.”
How the hell was he supposed to argue with that? “Harlan.”
“Please,” he begged prettily, looking up at Sawyer through lowered lids. “Let me. Want you so much. Can’t wait.”
“Damn, baby, fuck.” That wasn’t a no though, and from the Cheshire Cat grin Harlan gave him, he knew it.
Sawyer was so done.
“Light’s green,” Harlan said, as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
Cursing under his breath, Sawyer moved both hands to the steering wheel, giving Harlan his silent consent to continue with the madness that would probably end up getting them both arrested and thrown in jail. So much for tenure.
“You worry too much,” said his own little sexy bane of existence, as he unbuckled Sawyer’s pants. ”Let me see what I can do to redirect those wayward thoughts.”
The only thing wayward in the car was Harlan’s fingers as they made quick work of unzipping and freeing Sawyer’s cock. Harlan quickly covered Sawyer’s cock with his hand and began to pump him as he drove. There wasn’t a lot of room for Sawyer to drive while Harlan fisted his cock, but they made do with the space they had.
When they had to come to a stop at the next red light, Sawyer threw the car in park real quick and lifted his ass to work his pants open to give Harlan just what he wanted. The second he was more available Harlan went for him. “Wait.”
“Tired of waiting. Want your cock now.”
He was going to come. Fucking come without Harlan even touching him. “I know, pretty, but let me move the seat back a bit.” If dancing always made Harlan this randy, Sawyer was going to have to insist the other man continue working there. At least once a month.
“Hurry.”
“I am.” Sawyer hit the switch on the side of his seat, moving it back to give Harlan more hand and headroom. His seat had no sooner moved back where he wanted it than the light turned green. Before he forgot and made a total ass of himself, Sawyer put the car back in drive and pressed the gas pedal just as Harlan dove for his cock again. His greedy hand was stroking before Sawyer even made it across the pedestrian lane.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” No word seemed better suited than that one at the moment, so he repeated it over and over, as he focused with all his might on the road ahead of him. This was dangerous. He knew it, but for the life of him, he couldn’t tell Harlan to stop. He wanted it too badly to pretend otherwise.
While he was busy watching the street, Harlan was busy jacking his cock. Slowly. As if he had all fucking day to toy with Sawyer. Bastard. “Are you going to suck me or give me a limp wrist hand job?”
Harlan leaned down, his mouth so close Sawyer could
feel his warm breath against his precome-leaking crown. “Complaining about my technique?”
He wasn’t that stupid. “No. Just making…” Harlan lapped just under the head of Sawyer’s cock, hitting that sweet spot that drove him wild. “Conversation.”
“Then let me give you something to talk about.”
Harlan engulfed Sawyer’s meat in one swift down stroke, stealing all reason from the other man. Something to talk about, hell, at this present point in time, Sawyer didn’t think he could recite his name.
The boy had fucking skills and he was putting them all to good use, sucking, stroking, licking him just right as Sawyer fought to keep his eyes open and on the road.
The way Harlan moved his mouth made him crazy. Sawyer was sure he was going to get a ticket. Not because he was driving fast but because he was driving too fucking slow. He couldn’t concentrate and he was driving slow enough to satisfy Miss Daisy, but it was either that, or crash and kill them both. Not much of a choice to him.
“Fuck this.” Sawyer turned blindly at the very next light, not caring what street it was. He just needed to stop driving so he could come. The second he put the car into park, Harlan stopped playing nice.
He bobbed up and down on Sawyer’s cock, milking his shaft with his hand as he skillfully suckled the last ounce of sanity from Sawyer. Normally, it took more than just a blowjob to get Sawyer off, but adding in the club and the dancing, Sawyer knew he was toast. He was even feeding off Harlan’s arousal, which was off the chart. His sexy little boy was so wound up he was stroking his own cock while he swallowed Sawyer’s.
“Oh, baby. That’s so hot. I wanna watch you beat off for me. Wanna see you go. Come for me. Come.”
Harlan’s groan spilled out around Sawyer’s dick, seconds before his seed spilled out over his hand. Watching his lover go over was like a kick to his solar plexus. It stole his breath, made him dizzy and knocked down all his mental barriers. Sawyer couldn’t hold out anymore, so he didn’t. He let go and came, arching his ass up to get as much of his cock down Harlan’s throat when he did.
”Harlan.” His name was the warning the other man received before Sawyer flooded his mouth with his come.
Harlan sat up, licking the escaping evidence from the corner of his mouth.
“Come here,” Sawyer growled. He pulled Harlan to him and kissed him, slipping his tongue between the other man’s lips to lap up the salty leavings out of his lover’s mouth. Semen was so much sexier when shared. When all that was left was Harlan’s own sweet flavor, Sawyer pulled back and broke the kiss. He laid his forehead against Harlan’s and stared into his passion-filled eyes. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get home.”
“Promises. Promises.”
“It’s not a promise. It’s a fact.” And Sawyer couldn’t wait to prove it.
Chapter Seven
The ride from the sex pit stop to Sawyer’s house went by in a blur. Even though he came, Harlan wasn’t remotely satisfied, and from the way Sawyer attacked him as soon as they entered the house, neither was he.
Before Harlan could even take the time to remove his clothes, Sawyer had him pinned against a wall in the living room, his tongue down his throat. Sawyer kissed him like he was mad with lust, a feeling which Harlan could well relate to. He felt as if he was on the edge of reason. The quick little release in the car had been nothing but a much needed appetizer. Harlan was too hungry to be satisfied with just that. He was ready for the main course.
The best part though, was Sawyer seemed to be right there with him. His buttoned-down professor was anything but reserved. He was all over Harlan, just the way he wanted, too. If things between them were always this hot after an argument, Harlan was going to have to pick a few from time to time.
With a groan, Sawyer broke the kiss, but he continued to nibble at him, moving his lips from Harlan’s mouth, to his jaw, then to his ear, where he used his tongue for more than teasing. “Tell me you want my dick inside you. And no one else’s.”
“Will you believe me?” Harlan whispered back. Harlan needed to know Sawyer trusted him just as he trusted Sawyer.
“If you say it’s so,” Sawyer pulled back a bit, so Harlan could look into his eyes. What he saw in his gaze meant more than any words Sawyer could say to him would. “I’ll believe you.”
Harlan believed him as well and it made everything he’d gone through today worthwhile. “I want your dick inside me and no one else’s.”
“You’re it for me.”
“You’re it for me too.”
Sawyer smiled. “You didn’t have to repeat that.”
“I wasn’t saying it because you did. I said it because I meant it.” Harlan looked deeply into Sawyer’s eyes, and with all sincerity said what was in his heart. “I love you, Sawyer.”
“Love you too. For so long.”
“So long?”
“Years.” Sawyer smiled slightly. “Way before I ran into you at Tricky Dix’s. Way before you even became my TA. Hell, Harlan, I can't think of a single day since the first moment you walked in my class I didn't want you. Loving came after, but it came.”
“Then why did it take you all this time to say something about it?”
“I was biding my time.”
Harlan couldn’t get his mind to wrap around the madness of it all. Years. All the time wasted made him ill. “Until?”
“Until I could have the two things I wanted most, all at the same time.”
“Which were?”
“You and my job.” Sawyer’s expression stilled and grew serious. “I knew I couldn’t be with you while you worked for me, no matter how much I wanted to, so I waited and hoped.”
“Hoped for what?”
“That someone wouldn’t scoop you up before you graduated.”
“And what if they had?”
“You would have earned yourself a stalker.”
Harlan couldn’t help but chuckle at the mere idea of Sawyer skulking around after him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I just see it as dedication.”
As if encouraged by the laughter, Sawyer gave a small smile. “I’ve been waiting for you too, for a while now. I think I have this dedication thing down pat.”
“I’d say.” All this time, he thought Sawyer had been immune to him. He couldn’t have been further from the truth. “I think such dedication should be greatly rewarded.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes.”
“What do you have in mind?”
His ardor had cooled but it hadn’t faded away. “I figured I could dance on your dick again.”
Sawyer let loose a sharp burst of laughter. “I do like the way your mind works.”
“Good, ’cause you’re going to have to get used to dealing with it, and me, on a daily basis.”
“Very doable.” Before Harlan could reply, Sawyer covered his mouth with his own, slipping his tongue between Harlan’s parted lips. Sawyer kissed him roughly for a few mind-numbing seconds before pulling away. The overwhelming, ‘man overboard’ feeling swept over him again as he surrendered to the other man’s soul-searing kiss. As abruptly as Sawyer began, he stopped, sighing as he pulled away. “Damn, baby, you taste good.”
“That’s because I taste like you.”
“I taste only you,” he said with a small smile. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“Back?” Confused, Harlan frowned. “Where are you going?”
“To the bedroom.”
“Nice. I’ll join you.”
“No, I’m going to bring the party to you. Strip while I’m gone. I want you naked and ready for me.”
Harlan didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more ready. His cock was rock hard. It was almost as if the orgasm in the car had never occurred. “I thought you liked it better when I stripped in front of you.”
“I do, at that. I don’t know about you though, but I’ve had enough foreplay to last a lifetime.”
“Well, when you put it like that�
�” Harlan shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the couch. “Don’t be long.”
“I won’t be.”
True to his word, Sawyer was back in less than two minutes, but unlike Harlan, however, Sawyer still had clothes on, having taken off only his shoes and shirt in the bedroom.
Standing nude and proud before his lover, Harlan crossed his arms over his chest. Harlan didn’t mind being undressed, he did, however, mind that Sawyer wasn’t. Not because he was shy, he was a stripper after all, but because he really enjoyed looking at Sawyer’s naked body. “Need help getting those pants off?”
“Not at all.”
“Did I undress too fast?”
Sawyer smiled. “Not at all.”
“If you want me to parade around in here, you’re going to have to turn the heat up a notch.”
“Don’t worry, it’s going to get damn hot in here real fucking fast.”
Sawyer certainly had a way with words. His voice was soft, but the volume in no way took away from the intensity of what he was saying. His very presence made Harlan want to fall to his knees before him and worship him in any manner Sawyer chose. Dropping his arms to his sides, he took a step toward him and whispered, “Tell me.”
Sawyer ate up the rest of the space between them in a few short strides and took Harlan into his arms. He buried his hand in Harlan’s dark chocolate hair, tilted his head, and peered deep into his eyes. The domineering way he held Harlan made his gut clench and his balls ache.
“Tell you what?” Sawyer said roughly.
Harlan had to lick his lips twice before he could get words to pass through them. “What do you want me to do?”
Sawyer’s grip tightened in his hair. “You like it when I order you about, don’t you, pretty?”
Harlan closed his eyes, trembling as he answered Sawyer’s question. “Yes.”
“And you’d do anything I asked you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Open your eyes.” Harlan didn’t even think twice about obeying his order.
“If I told you to go across the room and crawl to me, you’d say…”
“Yes, Professor.” His knees buckled under his desire to obey.
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