14. 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.

He can't wrap it all the way around, but there's enough friction there to send my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Nothing has ever felt this damn good, and I tell him so as I grip his wet hair and we kiss. I want to keep him here in this moment. Never let him go.

The head of his cock grazes the sensitive ridge of mine, and we both gasp, our hips moving together in tandem as we race toward release because there's no stopping it now. We're both too close to slow it down.

It's too damn much, and when I feel that familiar tingle start to race down my back, I shout out in surprise, ripping my mouth from his just as my cum spurts all over his cock and lower stomach. He cries out a moment later, still stroking us both, and his cum hits my nearly spent dick, causing more cum to dribble from my tip. He strokes us both gently, wringing us out until we both become too sensitive.

We stare at each other. Both of us breathless and sated before his mouth crashes against mine, and we get lost in another heated kiss. It's like we can't get enough. The water starts to cool, and our kisses start to slow, but I don't want to let him go.

"How about we get some lunch?" he asks, and oh my God, he's not kicking me out. I nod my head, but I kiss him some more, unable to keep my lips off him. I nip and lick at his lips and a slow smile moves over his mouth. "Fletcher?"

"Oh, right," I say, realizing my fingers are tangled in his hair. "Lunch."

"First, let's clean off." He kisses my lips, then moves away from me a little bit. I miss his body instantly, but then he grabs some body wash and lathers it in his hands before moving his hands to my chest and sliding them all over me.

I tip my head back on a soft moan as he cleans me. I can't seem to do anything else. I never want him to stop touching me. He quickly cleans himself and then grabs the shampoo and shocks the hell out of me when he washes my hair, his fingers like heaven on my scalp.

My eyes fall closed as I just feel—his fingers in my hair, him directing me under the water to rinse off. His body guides mine out of the stream of the water, so he can clean himself, and then his mouth is back on mine in a sweet, devastating kiss because I've never been cared for like that in my life.

And I could easily become addicted to it.

But he turns off the water, and we dry off before he wraps the towel around his trim waist. Holy shit, the guy is gorgeous. I knew he would be. He's lean, no fat on him like I suspected, but a little more muscle than I expected.

"I'll be right back," he says, and I nod dumbly as he leaves the bathroom. I watch the way the white towel clings to his absolutely delectable ass as he leaves.

He comes back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats for me and a set for himself too. While I'd rather remain naked, I relent and get dressed before we go out into his living room.

"You okay with sandwiches?" he asks me, and again I nod my head dumbly. I can't seem to speak—which, let me tell you, is kind of new for me.

But I'm suddenly afraid to say or do the wrong thing. That was... that was just wow, and I want to do it again.

"Are you okay?" he asks me, coming closer and grasping my jaw in one of his big hands. "Fletcher, talk to me."

"That was amazing," I blurt out, and a cautious smile forms on his face.

"It was, but if you're having second thoughts?—"

"Never," I say quickly. "Oh God, no. No second thoughts. I want to do it again. And again. I want to do more. So much more."

I swear I see a quick flush on his cheeks, but I can't be sure. "Are you sure? It's..."

"Perfect. More than I could have ever imagined," I say quickly because the last thing I want for him to think is that I didn't absolutely love what we did. "I'm just afraid of fucking it up," I say honestly.

His smile fades, replaced by something sadder. "It can't last, Fletcher. If we do this, you have to know exactly where we stand. We have to be on the same page, and we need to communicate. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't..." He swallows hard and stops speaking, but I already know. I let that process for a moment.

"I know, and I understand. Your job is important to you." He nods his head slowly. "And that's okay with me." I force a smile. "Summer loophole, right?"

He studies me closely for a moment and then gives a curt nod. "Summer. Yes."

Something twists deep inside me, telling me to run and not be an idiot, but I can't say no to this.

Our time being limited or not, it doesn't matter.

I'll take this chance to have him. Even if it's only for a little while.