Right?
I hope.
When he reaches for the bag, I clear my throat and hold out my hand for it. He blushes again—that’s quickly fighting his lip-chewing for first place in adorability—and we head home.
During our walk, I run a variety of scenarios through my head for how this conversation needs to happen. I want to talk about a lot of different things. I know my test results are clear, because I handled all of that my first week at school. If he’s never been with anyone, that shouldn’t be an issue, but it needs to be one he knows how to talk about with others.
Just in case things don’t work out between us.
The very thought of that makes me want to possessively growl, though.
I want him. Badly.
We also need to discuss the ground rules between us and our relationship. And if he’s serious about wanting any kind of power exchange relationship with me, we need to talk abou that, as well.
I unlock our room door and open it for him, letting him go first. Only now do I realize that I’m usually getting doors for him, and he naturally seems to fall into step to my side or just behind me, or he’s waiting for me.
That’s going to end up being a rule of mine, because the thought of him letting me do that for him makes my cock thicken again while it’d softened a little during the walk home.
Except when I lock the door and turn, he catches me by surprise, grabs me by the head, and kisses me.
Not the best kisser in the world, but he’s eager, so he’s got that going for him.
That’s okay. I can teach him.
I drop the bag of stuff and pull him into my arms, kissing him back and feeling the way his hard cock presses against me through our jeans. The eager desperation washing from him is a sexy, heady mix, but even I realize I need to put the brakes on for a moment. So I reach up and grab him by the hair, allowing me to lift my lips from his and stare into his eyes. Those blue eyes, dark like midnight in the dim light in our room.
“Did I do it right?” he whispers. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Well, fuckballs.“You were perfect, baby.” Instead of talking, I kiss him this time, slanting my lips over his and taking my time.
I was right—he’s a quick learner. By the time I end that kiss several minutes later, he’s already improved a lot and I’m certain I have a wet spot inside my briefs. If I don’t,thatwould be a literal miracle.
His next whispered words nearly stop my heart in its tracks. “I think I’m in love with you.”
I cup his face in my hands and struggle to pull the right words from the ether, but the truthful answer is also the simplest one. “I think I’m in love with you, too.”
“I’m scared.”
I pull him into my arms and hold him. There are too many things bouncing around in my head and heart right now. We’ve only known each other a month, but, yeah. I’m in love with him. He’s more than just a friend to me, and I know most of his fear stems from worrying what his family will say, do, or think if he comes out to them while he’s still dependent upon them for his education and living expenses.
“Me, too.” I nuzzle my face in his hair and deeply breathe in his scent. “It’s okay. We’ll take this one day at a time.”
“I…I don’t think I’m ready to come out publicly. I can’t come out to my parents.”
“It’s all right, baby. We’ll deal with all of that later. School has to come first for both of us right now. Everything else is seven years away.”
He nods against me. “Seven years.” Because his plan was to go to law school here, too, not just undergrad.
“Yeah. We have that long to plan what happens next.” From the way he melts against me, I know he’s probably got a hefty dose of skin hunger, too.
I angle us toward my bed and we sit on the edge. Ward gasps for air against my chest, and he fists the back of my shirt.
Fear.
But not just fear. There’s a heaping helping of lust and need in there, too. I’m going to start talking when he shoves me back onto the bed and falls on top me, kissing me again.
I’m torn between taking charge and letting him do what he feels he needs to do. Because, honestly, I’d rather be kissing him than talking. He shaves every day, but the light rasp of stubble along his jaw rubs against my skin, and I can’t help but wonder what it’ll feel like against my inner thighs as he goes down on me.
