Page 28 of Too Hostile

At least for now.

FLETCHER

Holy fuck. He said yes. I don’t waste any time either. I don’t want him to overthink this. I mean yeah, I want to know he for sure wants it, but I can feel it deep in my bones he does.

I get why he’s worried. I’m not an idiot. The news is all over this latest scandal, and honestly, that professor really did deserve to get fired. She held all the cards. She was in charge, not to mention she was married to another person.

Everything about that situation is icky as hell, but this isn’t that, and I’ll spend every free second I have proving that to Ronan, if he’ll just let me. I was shocked as all hell to see him walking out of a house near campus on my run today, but then I just sort of accepted it as fate being on my side.

I’m okay with that too. Last time fate stepped in, I finally got a real family. This time, I get Ronan.

At least, for the summer.

I try not to let that last thought sour my mood as I pull him toward a hallway I’m assuming will lead us to a bathroom. I don’t really care where we end up though. Drenched in sweat is just fine by me, as long as there’s touching. Lots and lots of touching.

And kissing. God, let there be more kissing.

“All the way to the end,” his voice rumbles in my ear as he holds onto my hand and follows me. A thrill goes through my entire body. Ronan is totally on board. This is happening.

I make it to the bedroom at the end of the hall and notice a neatly made bed in the middle and a bathroom with an open door across the room. I grin and pull him that way. I hear his light chuckle at my enthusiasm, but I can’t be bothered.

I’m finally going to have him naked. Wet and naked. Hell yes.

I go straight into the bathroom and flip on the light, heading for the shower and turning it on, just making myself right at home. My brain is too jumbled with excitement to care. When I turn around to face Ronan, though, I nearly choke on the saliva pooling in my mouth.

He’s removed his t-shirt, showing off his trim torso with just the lightest dusting over his firm pecs. He’s maybe not as defined as me—thanks to a gym in my building and spending a lot of time there—but the man is cut. “Holy fuck.”

He gives me a slow, teasing grin as his fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts. Shorts, might I add, that are deliciously tented with his arousal. Fuck. Yes.

“Please,” I whimper. I don’t care how pathetic I sound. I’ve been dreaming of this damn moment, and it’s here.

I watch as he slips out of his shoes, his fingers still on his waistband. “Shirt.” He nods in my direction.

“Abso-fucking-lutley,” I say, having zero qualms about getting naked. I whip my shirt off over my head and toss it to the ground.

He chuckles again at my desperation, and I don’t move my eyes from him as I take my shoes off quickly. He slides his shorts and underwear down, freeing his hard, veiny cock that jumps up and slaps against his stomach. My mouth waters as I take him all in.

“Damn, you have a nice dick,” I say dumbly as he removes his shorts and briefs, along with his socks before kicking the pile away.

He moves closer to me, totally naked, his hard, solid body moving gracefully across the marble bathroom floor. “Let me see yours.”

I waste no time shoving my shorts and underwear down and off. Removing my socks and leaving me totally naked before him far more quickly than he did, but I’m not interested in teasing. I want to get to the kissing and the touching.

I move my eyes down to where his dick is standing tall, my cock hard as hell and straining in his direction. I notice the bead of pre-cum on the flared head, and before I can think too hard about it, I’m wrapping my hand around his thick cock. He lets out a strangled moan and thrusts into my hand. “Fuck.”

“If you want to. I’m up for anything,” I tease as I lean forward, his cock still in my hand, and press my lips against his. I stroke him slowly, and he only waits for the briefest moment before he’s kissing me hard.

It has the exact same amount of frantic passion as our first kiss, and I relish in the way his dick jerks in my hand as my tongue sweeps inside his mouth to taste him. We kiss as I stroke his hard length, and he directs us toward the shower. He opens the glass door, and we don’t separate for even a second as we climb inside and under the hot water.

His luscious lips are pressed against mine as I stroke him, and the hot water hits the back of my neck, sliding down my already heated body. His hands move to my back, sliding over each muscle there as we kiss. When his big hands grip my ass, I groan and thrust forward. My cock bumps against his and makes me moan into his mouth.

“You’re way too hot,” he says against my mouth, nipping and biting down over my jaw and neck as I fist his cock, my own dick leaking and begging for relief, but I’m not ready for that yet.

Now that we’re kissing again, I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want this to be over. “So are you. Stupid hot for such an old man,” I tease, and he nips my bottom lip with his teeth.

I yelp but groan as I grip him harder, and his tongue swipes over the spot he bit. His hand slides down my crease, teasing me, but not going near my hole where I want him the most. I want to beg him, but I hold out.

His hands move back up over my ass and my back, up to my shoulders as he kisses me, then moves a hand down to the wrist of my hand still stroking him. He gently pushes it away, and I’m worried it’s all over when he shocks the hell out of me by reaching for my cock and sliding his against it, stroking us both in his big hand.

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