“I’m sorry you never got to go to that all-boys school,” I said with a smile, grabbing my glass of wine. “I feel like you were robbed of something, like if you had to suffer rich parents, there should have been some kind of payoff.”
“It’s probably for the best,” Sawyer responded, his voice quiet and thoughtful. “I might not have gotten anything done. Or I’d have been an even bigger nerd slash social outcast because I wasn’t exactly the smoothest person on the planet. Or the least obvious.”
“Yeah, but I feel like you don’t have to be smooth when you’re a teenager surrounded by other horny teenagers.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Lukas… do you have some kind of boarding school fantasy?”
A laugh bubbled out of me, and Sawyer’s cheeks turned crimson. “What red-blooded male doesn’t have some kind of boarding school fantasy, whether it’s screwing one of the teachers or getting your dick sucked in your dorm?”
His blush deepened.
“Oh, Sawyer, doyouhave a boarding school fantasy?” We were clearly headed off the professional relationship path, and I worried—only a little—that I was being far too inappropriate, and that I’d scare him away. But he was so pretty when heblushed, I couldn’t help myself. When was the last time I met a man who blushed?
“Like you said, who doesn’t?” Sawyer popped a bite of meatball into his mouth, but his blush didn’t fade.
This definitely wasn’t proper dinner conversation, but I had to at least ask. Maybe he’d tell me. Maybe he wouldn’t. Either way, I was going to jerk off later thinking about stripping him out of a school uniform and fucking him over a desk.
“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,” I offered, taking another sip of wine.
Sawyer’s cheeks were flaming red now. “I feel like that’s super unfair, you know. You probably have this elaborate fantasy that’s going to make mine sound stupid.”
“I promise you that there’s nothing you can say that I would find stupid, or lame, or whatever other self-deprecating descriptor you want to use. But if you want me to go first so you can judge for yourself, I will.”
“Oh, God, no. If you go first, I’ll never be able to follow.” He took a long drink of wine like he needed a little lubrication to get his courage working.
“I thought about it a lot,” Sawyer started. “For a while, I was a bit obsessed with the idea of it. You know, anything to be away from my parents at first. And then I realized another reason it sounded so appealing. I had a lot of thoughts about it, but my favorite one…” He stopped to clear his throat. The tips of his ears were red. It was easy to see that he was embarrassed by this conversation, but he wanted to have it anyway.
God, that was hot. I filed that away for future reference as he continued.
“My favorite is… uh… I’m late getting back to my dorm room, and I wake my roommate, and he’s angry, you know. Because I keep messing up. And he warned me what would happen if I fucked up again.”
Despite trying my best to school my features, my eyes widened. If Sawyer was kinky, I might die.
“He… uh… I… he spanks me, and then he makes me suck his dick.” He looked down at his plate like he wanted one of his meatballs to swallow him whole instead of the other way around.
“Sawyer, you kinky little bastard. That’s so fucking hot, dude.”
His eyes darted up to meet mine. “Yeah?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Sawyer ducked his head again, but I could tell he was pleased by my approval. “It’s your turn.”
All my blood was pooled between my legs, making my cock throb like a heart, like it was the thing keeping me alive and not the nest of butterflies in my chest.
“I seduce my tutor. It starts off innocent at first. I’m just blowing off steam, but then he says that if I work hard, he’ll reward me at the end of the session. It depends on my mood what the reward is. Sometimes it’s a blow job. Sometimes he rims me. Sometimes he gets me worked up and doesn’t let me come.”
I wanted to tug at the collar of my shirt, which suddenly seemed too tight, but I made myself hold still like Sawyer was a frightened animal who I could easily spook if I moved too fast. If he wasn’t spooked already.
He cleared his throat again and took another sip. His glass was nearly empty, as was mine.
“More wine?”
“Please.” He held his glass out to me, and I poured him another. His eyes met mine, and he offered me a tight smile. “I’m not sure how to segue the conversation away from boarding school fantasies.”
“That’s fine. We probably have more than one fantasy. I bet we could keep going.”
“We really shouldn’t.” Sawyer took another drink, and for a moment the energy between us got super fucking awkward. And then Lara let out a groan, and Sawyer and I looked down at her in time to see her stretch.
