17. Ronan

"Oh fuck, this is insanely stupid. Fletcher, we can't do this." I gasp as he lowers to his knees. My ass is resting against my desk in my office, and I know we shouldn't do this. I know it, but I can't seem to tell him no.

Why?

I have no damn idea.

Okay, that's not true at all. It has to do with his smile. And those big blue eyes. And that cocky attitude I thought I hated but actually really like now. And the way he kisses. And his laugh.

Goddammit. This is not good.

It's been one week of fooling around every single day since the first, and I can't seem to get enough of him. "Relax." His hand moves to the button of my pants as he undoes it and the zipper, pulling my pants and underwear down in a sexy, confident move. "The door is locked. The shade on the window is pulled down, and it's summer," he purrs, his hand wrapping around my fully erect length as he looks up at me. "No one is here."

"Annie is here." I point out because that's the whole reason he was on campus today.

He rubs the tip of my cock over his full lips, making me pant as he looks up at me with those wide eyes. "Nope. She went home. It's just us."

This is a bad idea, but I can't and don't want to resist him. I nod my head, my fingers threading through his hair as he starts to take me into his warm mouth. "You're so damn good at that."

I love the feel of his smile around my cock as he works me. He strokes me in his hand as he takes the rest of my dick into his mouth. The suction, along with the firm grip, is enough to set my body on fire, my release already breaking toward the surface.

"I want you so damn bad. You're so beautiful, Fletcher," I say because this is something I can be honest about. I don't know why I haven't talked more about myself.

He's told me a lot about him. I know about his childhood that was less than stellar. I feel like I already know his entire adopted family now, including his little brothers, Max and Ian, because he's spoken about them.

We've fooled around a hell of a lot, but he's talked a lot too. And I've listened. But I haven't offered anything back. Nothing about my past. It's something I hold so damn closely. Something I don't like thinking about. So I push it away, but I owe him that. I know I do.

Even if this is just a summer thing, there's no denying we care about each other.

I nearly laugh at the thought. I never thought we'd be here in this moment—with this beautiful man on his knees for me. The slurping noises he's making as he sucks me off is obscene and only serving to push me that much closer to the edge.

"I'm close," I breathe, and as it usually does, that only makes him double down. Stroking me faster as he sucks me harder. My balls pull up tight, and my cock jerks inside his mouth, unloading deep in his throat as he swallows around me, causing me to come harder.

When I finish, he climbs up, standing between my parted thighs and pulling me in for a kiss, feeding me the taste of my release. "You know how many times I've thought about fucking you on this very desk?"

He groans at that, his hard cock twitching in his shorts as he presses against me. "Why haven't you?"

I reach into his shorts and wrap my hand around his thick length, stroking him and loving the feel of his sticky pre-cum pooling in the slit. He's desperate for it. "We can't here."

He huffs at that, and I kiss his sweet lips again before standing up and spinning us so he's leaning on the desk. After I pull my own pants up, leaving them open, I drop to my knees.

He licks his lips as he looks down at me, and I swear I've never felt more powerful in my life. More seen. More desired. I push his shorts down, watching his cock pop up from the fabric, leaking and flushed red at the tip.

I grip the firm globes of his ass as I lean forward and nuzzle his shaft. One of my fingers slides down his crease. "Would you let me inside you?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he breathes, his hands on my shoulders as he holds himself up.

"I want that so badly."

"Me too," he pants. "Do it." My cock is starting to harden in my pants again, and I know I could. I could bend him over this desk and fuck him until neither of us could move, but I don't.

Instead, I dig my fingers into his ass cheek with one hand and move the other to his dick before I take him into my mouth. I lick and suck, teasing, and then really go for it, sucking hard, making him beg before he lets go and releases hot spurts of cum down my throat.

I lick him clean, moaning at the taste of him, memorizing it with each swallow before I stand up and claim him with another heated kiss. "You can, you know," he says against my lips. "You can have every part of me."

My heart clenches tightly in my chest as I wrap my arms around him. I don't know what to say, but Fletcher—being Fletcher—he doesn't make me say anything. He just kisses me, and then when we separate, he gives me that big beautiful smile.

"Let's go back to your place. I'm starving. You have to feed me."

I grin at that and nod. "Okay. I can do that."

And that's what I keep telling myself. That I can do this, even if I'm already starting to wonder if I truly can.