“Yes.”
“Good. Be there at nine. I want you clean and plugged when you arrive. I’m going to fuck you the second I see you…I’ll be too fucking hungry for you to take my time. Understand?”
He grins, the pulse at the base of his throat beating rapidly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, before we go, talk to me about the rest of your day. How is Nash? Oh, and also, I told him we met through a mutual friend and lost touch until recently.” I want to make sure our stories match.
“Okay, good to know. So, he brought home the papers for basketball tryouts. He didn’t give them to me or mention them, but he left them on the counter. They start soon, so my plan this week is to find an after-school program for Sadie. She seems excited about that.”
“That sounds like a good plan. How was her day at school?”
“She said she got a compliment on her hair.” He beams, then continues telling me everything Sadie said to him, before going into what they had for dinner and Sadie asking for his help with homework.
I listen, glad to be in this moment with him and hoping like hell I don’t screw this up.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Colton
We keep ournormal routine through the rest of the week, James adjusting his schedule to free up our Friday.
I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I have no idea if it’s the right choice or not, but my desire for him is overriding my logic. Plus, James is an adult. He’s aware of the risks, doesn’t want me to drop his class, and has made the choice to continue doing this with me, so I respect that.
I do make a stop at the doctor on Tuesday and have my quarterly STI checkup, getting the all-clear. I’ve been on PrEP for years, and I refill my prescription for that as well. I don’t know if going without rubbers is something James will be interested in, but I want him to know he’s safe if that’s ever something we consider.
I get to his house at three minutes after nine and see James’s car is already in the driveway. When I notice him sitting in the driver’s seat, waiting for me, I grin. Why I like that so much, I have no fucking idea, but it’s clear that anything that involves James hits differently, so I’m just going with it.
We get out of our vehicles at the same time, me walking around the front of his, bag slung over my shoulder, andmeeting him by the walkway to the porch.
“Were you late on purpose?” he asks.
I frown. “I’m not late.”
“It’s three after—well, four after right now.”
God, this man. The thing is, I know he’s serious. To him, three minutes is late, but he also doesn’t consider… “I told you to be here at nine. I didn’t say I would be.” I grab his chin, lean in, and kiss him with a smirk.
“You cheated.”
“Is that any way to talk to your Sir?” I tease, then nod toward the door. “Now get inside so I can fuck you. We can talk later. I’ve been craving my slutty little hole all week.”
“I want you too.”
I follow James to the door. He seems less stressed than the last time we were here, less stressed than he’s been many of the times we’ve seen each other lately. I don’t know what it is about today that’s different, but I’m thankful.
The second we’re inside, he walks toward the stairs, but I stop him. “I didn’t say you could go up there. Take your clothes off.”
He grins. “Yes, Sir.”
I watch as he removes his shoes first, setting them neatly by the door, followed by his socks, one going into each shoe. James folds his pants, setting them on the table, then his underwear and his shirt.
“Being neat is important to you.” It’s something I’ve known from the start, so I’m not sure why I’m mentioning it.
“I had no organization in my life growing up. I need it now.”
I watch him, looking for any sign that he wishes he hadn’t told me that. I hadn’t expected it. James isn’t real forthcoming with a lot of things about himself, but he just looks back at me, waiting.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. Look at you being my good boy. I’m very proud of you. Are you wearing the plug?”
