Page 53 of Love Lessons

But Landon couldn’t very well admit to it. He shook his head.

Dustin gave a small laugh, as though this was all funny. Like all of the jumbled, sexy, rebellious feelings bubbling up inside Landon were amusing.

Landon pushed back against him, embarrassed and wanting to escape.

But Dustin just pressed him harder into the cabinet. He was going to have bruises on his hips tomorrow. He could already imagine what they’d look like.

Then Dustin yanked on his wrists and spun him around. He stepped back in quickly, so that they were still pressed impossibly close together, but now he couldn’t hide from Dustin’s eyes.

Nor could he hide his very firm erection. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to hide it, but it felt like, on top of everything else, it was giving away too much. Dustin ground against him.

It felt painfully perfect, and also overwhelming. This time Landon had taken them off-script and he had no idea what was going on now. He couldn’t tell why his breath was coming out high and fast and every beat of his heart hinged on whatever Dustin would do next.

Whatever it was, Landon really hoped he hadn’t screwed things up.

Of course, Dustin’s next move wasn’t anything that Landon could have predicted.

He stood there for an endless moment, pinning Landon and just watching him. Like he could see into his soul.

Then his eyes softened, and he gave Landon a gentle kiss on the forehead. You have all my attention, he finally said. You don’t ever need to do anything to get my attention because you already have it.

Landon nodded, overwhelmed. Those were absolutely not tears at the corners of his eyes.

And Dustin wasn’t even done, though his face had gone stern again. If you need to rebel, I want you to know that you won’t chase me off. In fact, I think it’s hot. Just know that you’re going to get a punishment for it later. Understand?

Landon nodded, his hands still trapped.

Dustin laughed again, but now that Landon could really see it, he understood it better. Dustin wasn’t laughing at him. He was just happy, delighted to have Landon at his mercy. All of his bratty behavior was exactly what Dustin wanted.

Landon wanted to smile back, but instead he scowled, egging Dustin on.

Dustin raised one eyebrow, and then suddenly Dustin’s hand was on Landon’s cock, squeezing it in rapid strokes that would surely push Landon over the edge.

Landon whimpered. He felt so sublimely owned and wanted. Like this rough jerking through his jeans was a punishment and a gift all at once.

Every nerve was on fire. Every piece of him that was touching Dustin--the thighs pressing hard against him, the tight hand circling his wrists, and that vicious hand on his cock--all strung together and met in some glorious place inside him. He bucked into Dustin’s hand, knowing that he would spill in just a few more strokes.

And then Dustin stopped. He fucking stopped.

He just let go of Landon’s wrists and pulled away from his dick, like he hadn’t been an instant away from giving Landon exactly what he wanted...

Landon stomped his foot.

Dustin smiled so hard his eyes scrunched up. You’re so fucking beautiful I don’t know what to do with you.

Landon felt something bursting in his chest. You could make me come, he wheedled anyway. He was going insane.

No. I already said that we weren’t going to have sex tonight.

Landon could feel his eyes popping open. Not at all? After all that?

No. And then Dustin was leaning in to give him a sweet, languid kiss, all soft lips and tracing tongue.

Landon felt his spine turning liquid, his whole weight born up by Dustin’s strong arms and the counter where Dustin had put him.

Because he was aching with arousal. He was dizzy with it, with those sweet kisses and the knowledge that Dustin wasn’t going to allow him to come.

He was so totally fucked for Dustin and all of his crazy, off-script, wonderful brand of control.