Limerence: a state of mind in which one develops romantic feelings for/becomes involuntarily obsessed with another person, characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings; one may become consumed with intrusive, melancholic thoughts or tragic concerns for the object of one’s affection, as well as a desire to form or maintain a relationship with the object of their love.
Every Sunday, Professor Adam Everett mowed the lawn.
Coincidentally, Sunday was Tyler’s preferred day to even out his tan. Also coincidentally, the time of day varied while still coinciding with Dr. Everett's changing mowing schedule.
Dr. Everett was, to put it plainly, a beautiful man. Early thirties, dark blond hair, and pouty pink lips that appeared even fuller contrasted with his hollow cheeks. One look at his pretty, unassuming green eyes could bring a lesser man to his knees.
Tyler was getting his weekly dose of Dr. Everett when Mrs. Everett appeared in the doorway. She gestured for him to come inside. He turned off the lawn mower and followed her in.
Tyler's mood soured instantly.
Minutes passed. The mower was still out, so at the very least, the professor would have to come back to put it away. Tyler waited.
Finally, Dr. Everett returned. He was carrying two suitcases, still wearing shorts and a T-shirt and covered in grass clippings. He put the luggage in the trunk of the SUV parked on the driveway in front of the garage. The professor was by no means dainty, but Tyler fought the urge to go over and assist his neighbor.
Mrs. Everett walked out the front door, holding hands with the four year old, the two year old on her hip. The nanny followed with the diaper bag and a cooler.
Dr. Everett kissed and hug his kids, careful not to get grass on them. Tyler's eyes narrowed when he pecked his wife on the lips, squeezing her hip affectionately before sending them off.
The wife backed out of the driveway and drove off, heading in the direction of the freeway.
So the family was going on a trip. Without Dr. Everett.
Interesting.
Adam was about to hop on his bicycle and ride to the organic foods market a few miles down the road when he noticed Tyler, Dr. Madden's son, walking up his driveway.
The kid was in high school, though he could easily pass for the legal drinking age. He had bronze skin, thick brown hair, and big brown eyes like melted chocolate. Dimples deep enough to swim in. He'd noticed Veronica checking him out while he sunbathed more than once, and despite them being in a monogamous relationship, he still found himself reminding her that he was a teenager.
A teenager who currently was not wearing a shirt, showing off a thickly muscled torso, defined chest, with interesting divots cutting across his hips like an arrow to his groin.
Adam couldn't say he blamed his wife for her wandering eyes. The kid was jailbait.
Tyler stopped a few steps closer than was strictly polite, so Adam had to tilt his head back to meet the tall boy's eyes.
"Hey, Dr. Everett," he said, voice unexpectedly deep with a natural raspiness. Bedroom voice to match bedroom eyes, belying his boyish smile. Sigh. "How's it going?"
“Not bad, Tyler. How are you?” Adam asked, shifting impatiently
Tyler’s gaze flicked down briefly, something like heat entering his eyes, there and gone by the time he glanced back up. “I’m good. I wanted to ask you about something, but I can see it’s a bad time.”
Dr. Everett appeared uncertain for a second, like he was debating changing his plans to accommodate Tyler's needs, which Tyler silently encouraged.
“Is everything okay?” Dr. Everett asked, green eyes expressing paternal concern that made Tyler’s cock chub in his pants.
"Everything's fine," Tyler assured him. “I'm thinking about majoring in ancient history, and my mom mentioned that you taught a class at the university. I wanted to ask you about the program."
"Oh, great!" Dr. Everett smiled, relaxing his grip on the handlebars. The minute movements did interesting things to the muscle cording his forearms. Tyler wanted to bite into them like a wolf. "I have to grab groceries right now, but I'm happy to answer some questions over dinner tonight. Do you want to come by around seven? I can talk to your parents."
Tyler resented that Dr. Everett thought he answered to his parents, but it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know better. Yet.
Tyler gave him a sunny smile. “That sounds great.”
Tyler jerked off after he and Dr. Everett parted ways, then again before he headed over for dinner. He had good control for someone his age, but he could be realistic. He wanted to show Dr. Everett a good time, not overwhelm him.
Unsurprisingly, Dr. Everett opened the door in business casual–dress shoes, dark jeans, and a button up tucked in with the sleeves partially rolled up. He looked scholarly and sexy, almost like an actor playing a professor in a movie. Tyler wondered, not without some irritation, how many students threw themselves at him on a daily basis.
“Hey, Tyler,” Dr. Everett said, smiling warmly. “Come in. I forgot to ask if you had allergies, so I made steaks and mashed potatoes, no gluten and no dairy in any of it. And I have portobellos in the fridge if you're vegetarian."
“That’s sweet of you, Dr. Everett,” Tyler said. Being called sweet by a kid almost half his age wasn't on Adam's bingo card for that evening, and he wasn't sure if he should be offended or not. “Steak and mashed potatoes sound great.”
Adam ignored the random surge of nerves and gave Tyler his back, leading him to the patio where he was grilling. “Uh, what would you like to drink?”
“Whatever you’re having is fine,” Tyler said easily.
Adam let out a surprised laugh. “I’m having wine, but maybe something non alcoholic? I have Coke, Coke Zero–”
“I’m eighteen, Dr. Everett,” Tyler interrupted with a reassuring smile.
Adam had one of those strange moments where he couldn’t remember something simple that was common knowledge. Like when someone said ‘go left,’ and he thought, ‘wait, which one is left?’
…the drinking age was twenty one, right?
“Sure,” Adam said, off kilter. He fumbled for another wine glass, almost dropping it, and Tyler’s big hand closed around his. Adam jerked in surprise, pressing backwards into Tyler’s broad chest. "Um,” Adam whispered dumbly.
“I got it.” Tyler’s voice was a deep purr that Adam felt vibrating against his back.
He felt lightheaded. He'd only had a few sips of wine.
“Okay," he said, voice a little breathy.
Adam needed to regain control of the situation, but before he could, Tyler stepped away with the wine glass and bottle. He poured himself a glass with the familiarity of a more mature man, taking it with him to the grill. “These look great,” the teen said, picking up the meat thermometer to check the steaks. “It looks like they’re ready, unless you like yours well done?”
"Uh..." Adam said, having trouble reconciling the image before him. He saw a man who acted like and treated Adam as if he were a peer. Adam interacted with eighteen year olds everyday on campus, and they were nothing like this assertive man who held himself with quiet confidence while remaining respectful and helpful. And he looked extraordinarily domestic standing in front of the grill and gazing askance at Adam. "No, I'm sure they're fine."
Tyler plated the food and brought it to the table where Adam had already set the silverware. He picked up the lighter sitting beside the candles and lit them. When their eyes met over the flickering flames, he smiled, showing dimples...and winked.
Adam felt a flash of panic when he realized that he was eating a steak dinner with wine by candlelight with a high school student he’d never spoken more than a handful of words to at a time.
And that high school student was flirting with him.
Tyler was pleasantly surprised to find that Dr. Everett was an excellent cook. He was also quick witted, easily distracted, and genuinely passionate about his work.
“We’re discussing neanderthals on Thursday,” Dr. Everett said animatedly. “It’s actually really fascinating; there’s a common misconception that homo sapiens evolved from neanderthals and the neanderthal died out, but there's evidence that they actually lived at the same time..." He continued rambling, eyes bright, and Tyler hung on to every word. He could only imagine how engaging the professor would be giving an actual presentation. He was as adorable as he was nerdy.
Tyler nodded along, and when the excitable professor took a breath, he said, "That's fascinating."
Dr. Everett flushed, averting his gaze and fiddling with the cloth napkin nervously. “Yeah, um. If your parents are okay with you missing a few hours of school, you should sit in on the lecture.”
Tyler didn’t allow his annoyance to show. It wasn’t Dr. Everett’s fault that he assumed Tyler was like every other eighteen year old kid. He knew just how immature his peers were, could even assimilate and often did when he was around his teammates. Dr. Everett taught students his age and knew all too well what they were like.
Dr. Everett hadn't figured out how things were going to be between them quite yet. But he would.
Soon.
Tyler had a knack for stacking the odds in his favor. For example, unbeknownst to his parents, he had acquired a doctor's note that had his parents' written consent allowing Tyler to do independent study since he was a freshman, which left about 35 hours of free time during the school week that went unaccounted for. He was a straight A student, and no one got hurt.
“Why don’t we head inside?” Tyler suggested. “It’s getting dark.”
Adam glanced around, realizing that it was, in fact, dark. And the candles had burned down quite a bit. “It’s a school night–won’t your parents be worried about you?”
Tyler's lips curled in a pleased smile. Dr. Everett didn't want him to leave–he just didn't want to draw his parents' attention.
Tyler shook his head and smiled with a touch of condescension. “They trust me." And you will, too.
Adam’s protests died on his tongue as he trailed after Tyler–who was holding their wine glasses hostage between long fingers in one big hand and had a fresh bottle of wine in the other.
“Besides, I didn’t get a chance to ask you about the program,” Tyler threw over his shoulder.
Adam frowned. He hadn’t? Upon reflection, they had spent the entire evening talking about pretty much everything except the one subject that brought Tyler over to his house.
The kid was charming and a sweet talker, and Adam had found himself opening up about everything from his job to his family to his interests and aspirations.
Tyler was intelligent and charismatic, though he seemed more suited for politics or law than liberal arts. Adam chose not to mention that just yet.
Tyler handed Adam his wine and they clinked glasses, sharing an intimate smile, an almost tangible current of energy surging between them.
"I'm glad I got this opportunity to know you better," Tyler confessed with a bewitching smile. "If I'd known how lovely you are..."
Dr. Everett’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, riveted and hanging onto every word.
Tyler felt victory within his grasp.
"What...what would you have done?" asked Dr. Everett.
Tyler stood from the couch, and Adam watched him warily as he walked slowly around until he was just outside of Adam's periphery. He wasn't sure what the man was up to. A small part of him was afraid that he was leaving, and an even smaller part was worried that he would stay.
Adam could only tell that Tyler was still in the room because it felt like there was a static charge in the air, and he could feel his whole body erupting in goosebumps.
Tyler's hands settled on Adam's shoulders and squeezed firmly. Adam felt a direct line to his cock at the touch, and he was too tipsy to wonder why he felt like he was on a hair trigger or if anyone had ever put so much effort into seducing him.
He should put a stop to this...but he wasn't going to.
Tyler could feel the want radiating off of Dr. Everett in waves.
“You’re tense,” Tyler observed, kneading Dr. Everett’s traps. The professor was lithe, not small for a man but smaller than Tyler, and he found himself enjoying that he was bigger, stronger than him. "You need someone to take care of you, don't you, sweetness?"
Before Dr. Everett could come up with a response, Tyler leaned down and brushed his lips over his earlobe, oddly vulnerable and cute. Tyler nibbled it, and the professor moaned loud as if he was touch starved.
Tyler pressed his smile, just this side of evil, against the man’s neck, using the opportunity to scent him properly. He was mouthwatering.
Tyler undid a few buttons of the man's dress shirt, slipping his hands underneath so he could feel the smooth skin and sinewy muscle he knew he was hiding. He tweaked Dr. Everett's nipples and asked, "When's the last time someone touched you here?"
Dr. Everett whined and pushed his chest out, silently asking for more contact. Tyler obliged, pinching the nubs lightly, adding pressure until Dr. Everett groaned, head falling against the back of the couch in pleasure. To Tyler’s delight, he saw an erection tenting the professor’s jeans.
Dr. Everett looked up at Tyler dazedly. Their faces were close, lips in alignment, but Tyler wasn't ready to close the distance just yet.
Tyler finished unbuttoning Adam's shirt, and Adam silently cooperated by shrugging it off, offering better access to his body. The boy–he was having trouble remembering he was still a kid in most ways–undid his fly. It was as if every move was designed to torture Adam, hand moving tantalizingly slow over his abs, fingers creeping into his waistband.
Tyler watched Dr. Everett's toned torso flex and ripple from the anticipation.
"You must get overwhelmed." Tyler massaged Adam's dick through his briefs.
Adam nodded, though if he were being honest, he had lost the plot a while ago. What were they talking about? All he knew was that with every word the young man spoke, Adam fell further under his spell.
Tyler came around the front of the couch to sit at Adam's knees, the position suggestive and so wrong; Tyler was huge, kneeling before a man unworthy of such attention, and Adam was half dressed while Tyler hadn't lost a stitch of clothing.
Tyler began to unlace Adam's shoes, then he tugged them off along with his socks. Next went his jeans, and Adam let out a small, high pitched, breathy noise that could only be described as a whine.
There was a growing wet patch on his briefs where his cock was leaking nonstop. Tyler placed his big hands on Adam’s nearly hairless thighs and, never breaking eye contact, bent low and tongued the head of his covered cock.
"Tyler!" For the first time, Adam initiated contact between them, hand going to Tyler's head to encourage him to stay where he was. Tyler did him one better, hands sliding up his quads and into the waistband of his briefs before tugging them down his hips. His cock sprung out and hit his belly with a thwack.
“You are so beautiful,” praised Tyler. He grabbed Adam’s cock, average in size at just under six inches, and stroked him firmly, alleviating some of Adam's mounting desperation. Adam’s hands were shaking with the effort it took not to cum right then and there.
Tyler thumbed the head, spreading the precum down the shaft to add glide, spitting in his hand for good measure. Adam's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, he was so hypersensitive.
"You work all day, pay the bills, do the shopping...cook meals...take care of the kids..." Tyler spoke so softly, like he was revealing some truth about Adam he hadn't come to understand himself, stroking him all the while. Adam found himself nodding, hanging onto his every word, hoping that once he finished his speech he would just let him cum. "But who takes care of you, sweetness?"
As if to show him exactly who took care of him, Tyler leaned down and swallowed his cock. Adam shouted, overwhelmed by the wet heat suctioning his cock. This was already the best blowjob he had ever received.
Tyler took his time acquainting himself with Dr. Everett’s cock, first sucking on the head, keeping a firm grip on the base, then taking more and more into his mouth until he was swallowing around it. Just a few minutes in, he could tell the professor was about to blow, so he pulled off and redirected his attention to Dr. Everett's balls, shaved smooth and sitting handsomely between his spread legs.
Tyler felt the heft of them in his mouth, weighing them one at a time, and decided that the professor had the cutest pair of nuts he’d ever encountered.
Dr. Everett was as vocal as Tyler had hoped, moaning and whining, crying out as Tyler gave his testicles a tongue bath. When his balls drew up, Tyler pulled back and warned him, gently, "Not yet."
“Please,” Dr. Everett begged through clenched teeth. “I need to cum.”
Tyler shook his head regretfully. “Sweetness, you aren’t cumming until I say so. Do you understand?”
Dr. Everett let out a choked sob but nodded.
Tyler squeezed his cock again. “Good boy. Now pull your legs up and show me that hole."
Dr. Everett followed orders, pulling his feet up and sliding forward on the couch so his ass was almost hanging off, revealing a pink hole hiding amidst a light dusting of hair. His balls were heavy and full, cock flushed red and begging for release.
"Gorgeous," Tyler murmured. He pressed his nose into Dr. Everett's crack and inhaled deeply, appreciating the musky smell of arousal and sweat. He licked the seam of his balls then slid lower, lapping at his taint. Dr. Everett was squirming as if trying to get Tyler to pay attention to his hole, so he was surprised when he licked a stripe over it and the man yelped, jumping so much he nearly fell off the couch.
Tyler pressed his hands into the backs of his legs to keep him steady, not giving the man a chance to overthink things as he went to town on his, apparently neglected, asshole.
"No-no one's ever..." Adam lost his train of thought when Tyler lapped at his hole again, head falling against the back of the couch. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
Adam wasn’t going to insult Tyler’s intelligence by insisting he wasn’t gay, but the few encounters he'd had with other men had not involved anal or rimming, nor had he considered that to be on the agenda that night. From his limited experience, anal wasn't something one often did with hookups since the prep was more involved.
He felt the urge to apologize to Tyler for not preparing himself to be penetrated when in fact Tyler had not stopped to ask for his consent in the endeavor.
It was troubling that Adam's polite, sweet as sugar, high school aged neighbor happened to be the perfect balance of pushy and unassuming, able to lure Adam into this vulnerable position. (Though if anyone asked how he'd gotten there, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to explain, even if he hadn't had half a bottle of wine.)
Unrelatedly, in hindsight, he should have suspected that Tyler was a top; the signs were there.
Now that Adam was experiencing his first rimjob, he wasn't sure he could return to a life where this wasn't an act regularly performed on him. He tried to picture asking Veronica to eat his ass, briefly losing track of his thoughts when Tyler shoved his–surprisingly long and muscular–tongue past the tight ring of muscle, and let out a breathy, delirious laugh. No way in hell Ronnie would ever do this, which was a pity, because he thought that he could cum from the rimming alone. It figured this would happen during a one off.
Was rimming like a drug where one could become addictive after doing it just once?
When Tyler pulled back, too soon for Adam though realistically it had been at least twenty minutes, he looked entirely debauched. His pupils were dilated, black swallowing the chocolate brown irises, lips red and swollen, and hair a mess from where Adam grabbed it when he was losing his mind from pleasure, grinding his ass against his generous lover's face.
"You taste amazing," Tyler told him as he reached behind his neck to tug off his t-shirt.
Adam whimpered when he exposed his beautiful body. He'd seen it less than twelve hours ago up close, but he never imagined being able to touch it, and that sizable bulge attempting escape through his fly hadn't been there.
And of all the things he wanted in that moment, somehow, one was more pressing than the others.
“Kiss me?” Adam requested in a whisper.
Tyler's gaze softened, showing tenderness and affection beyond his years. There was a touch of darkness there, too, a possessive protectiveness that Adam didn't hate, especially knowing it was only for one night.
Adam had never experienced a kiss that tasted like a promise, but this one did.
Just for tonight, he could pretend.
Tyler threaded his fingers through Adam’s hair, controlling the angle, accessing more of Adam’s mouth. The kiss turned heated, and Tyler owned his mouth the way he’d owned his ass, pressing deep, exploring while establishing dominance. Adam sucked on his tongue greedily, grinding his cock against Tyler's abs. A few more seconds, and he might–
Adam whined in protest when he pressed a hand against Adam's belly, pushing him down so he couldn't keep chasing the friction.
Adam's senses were overwhelmed, not realizing that Tyler had grabbed lube until two slick fingers pressed into his ass, gliding in easily after the rimming. He scissored his fingers, pressing deep, and soon he had a third finger sliding in.
Tyler could tell that Dr. Everett was on the brink of insanity. He hadn't intended to tease him for so long, but once it became obvious he was an anal virgin, something primal awoke inside of him, and all rational thought left him except for one: he needed to ruin Adam Everett. He needed to give the man the best sex of his life. He needed to consume his thoughts. He needed to have him panting and begging for more.
Tyler was, much to his chagrin, a bit smug knowing that he was the only one who ever had–and ever would–be allowed the privilege of penetrating the man.
"Are you ready for me, sweetness?" Tyler asked, removing his fingers and slicking up his cock with the excess.
Dr. Everett was near tears, face flushed and eyes glistening, lips red and swollen from kissing, a hint of beard burn surrounding his mouth and neck. Satisfaction bloomed in Tyler's chest as Dr. Everett nodded and said, "Yes, please, Tyler. I need you–" and then the long groan when Tyler's tip pressed to his entrance, sliding in with ease after thoroughly working him open. "Yes, yes, yes," the professor chanted breathily, features blissful now that his needs were being met.
Tyler chuckled and redirected his lips to the older man’s jaw, nibbling and kissing a trail possessively to his neck. “You are greedy, aren’t you?”
Dr. Everett's jaw fell open in mild offense. "You've been teasing me for hours–" Words eluded him as Tyler thrust in a few more inches, lips parting in a silent scream.
Tyler let out a dark laugh. "You were saying?"
“Fuck me,” Dr. Everett demanded, sounding more confident and bratty than he had all night.
Tyler obliged, starting a slow rhythm at first, watching Dr. Everett's face, eyes losing focus when he thrust to the hilt, listening to the gasp when he stretched him wide, or the strangled cry when he angled his hips to brush his prostate at just the right angle.
Tyler went faster, harder, losing himself to the lust. Dr. Everett clung to him, fingers digging into his back, teeth biting down on his shoulder, legs hooked around his hips, trying to keep him inside, as close as possible.
Adam sobbed and whimpered and whined, incapable of speech or thought or anything beyond feeling.
Well, there was one silly, fleeting thought: I think I’m in love.
When Dr. Everett was about to break skin, Tyler yanked his hair, dislodging the grip his teeth had on his neck. As soon as blood returned to the area, the stinging pain almost pushed him over the edge and he gritted his teeth, staving off the orgasm. When his fingernails began to claw at his back next, he almost lost the battle. He needed his professor to cum first.
Tyler stood with Dr. Everett still in his arms, who didn't seem to realize that he was airborne, adorably confused when Tyler sat down and he was suddenly perched on his lap, glasses almost sliding off his nose.
Without prompting or embarrassment, Dr. Everett began to move, vacillating between bouncing on his cock and grinding with Tyler deep inside him.
"Touch yourself," Tyler rasped.
Adam looked down, lower lip caught between his teeth. His dick was red, the head purple, his balls so full they ached. Tyler's godlike abs were coated in his precum and dripped with sweat.
As much as he wanted to keep feeling good forever, he seized the opportunity, the permission to cum.
It took two strokes to his oversensitive dick and he was exploding all over Tyler's chest and neck.
"That's it, baby," Tyler growled, then he was cumming with a shout, hips thrusting up and lifting Adam off of the couch, sending him into a second orgasm, channel spasming, milking Tyler's cock.
Adam collapsed against Tyler, losing consciousness for a time. When he came back to himself, Tyler was stroking his back lazily, nuzzling against his temple and whispering praise. Adam let out a contented sigh, sinking even further into Tyler's embrace.
They smelled like two men who had been sweating profusely and cumming all over each other, but Adam couldn't bring himself to care (and Tyler was used to man funk, spending a majority of his time socializing with athletes.) With every deep breath, their bellies slid against each other, slick with both of their body fluids.
Eventually, Tyler shifted, easily adjusting lifting the 170 pounds of excess weight in his lap. His cock slid free; Dr. Everett made a mournful sound at which Tyler chuckled. "I know, baby," he cooed. His own load leaked, dripping on his cock, already covered in lube, cum, and ass juice. He allowed himself the luxury of playing in the mess, pressing his fingers against Dr. Everett's abused entrance, pushing his fingers inside.
Adam squirmed, feeling equal parts disgusting and sated and ready for round two.
"I've made a mess of you," Tyler murmured against his neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin tenderly. Adam inhaled sharply, shivering, ass squeezing against the long fingers invading his sloppy hole.
Tyler put a proprietary hand on the bag of Adam's neck, tugging him back. Adam watched with brows furrowed in confusion as Tyler ducked down, only to gasp when he dragged his long tongue up his torso from bellybutton to clavicle, collecting Adam's cum and sweat. His eyes closed and he let out a satisfied hum like he was tasting some sort of delicacy, then he tugged Adam back in for a long kiss, sharing the taste of himself. The satisfied rumble emanating from Tyler's chest was that of a tamed beast.
Tyler fed him sweet, drugging kisses, occasionally pulling away to lick more cum from his chest to share.
Tyler's cock was back to full hardness despite the amount of times he'd ejaculated that day. He was going to have his way with Dr. Everett again, but he could sense the professor's displeasure at being so dirty.
"Let's get you clean," Tyler murmured against his lips. "Then I'll dirty you up again."
Tyler would make love to him in his bed. He would take him so thoroughly that the first thing he thought of every morning and the last thought he had every night would be of Tyler.
Dark thoughts clouded his mind when he remembered an obstacle he would have to face sometime soon: Veronica Everett.
Something would have to be done about her, but in the meantime, Tyler would have to settle for sneaking around.
Dr. Everett grumbled unhappily when Tyler made him stand up. Tyler smirked. "Adorable," he drawled, leaning down to kiss the professor who reared back in mock indignation.
"How dare you!" Adam cried, though he was fighting a laugh, especially at Tyler's raised brows. Yeah, he wasn't buying it, either. It was hard to think of things such as respect when one focused entirely on not collapsing on wobbly legs.
"With ease," Tyler answered dryly, then slapped Adam's ass. He yelped. "Get your ass upstairs."
“Tyler!” Dr. Everett chided, frowning disapprovingly.
God, this man was precious.
Tyler was a pragmatic man, and while he hadn't anticipated the night playing out the way it did, particularly the feelings it evoked in him, he was willing to make the necessary adjustments moving forward.
Before tonight, if anyone asked the chances Tyler would accept the athletic scholarship to the local university, he would say they were minimal. Now, however...he had other factors he had to take into consideration. One of those factors being Dr. Adam Everett, and keeping him by his side. Exclusively.
That included having Dr. Adam Everett by his side. Exclusively.
Dr. Everett gave him a coy smile over his shoulder, and Tyler's grin was downright predatory. The professor's eyes widened in alarm, and Tyler gave him a few seconds head start.
Didn’t he know better than to run from a predator? They would always give chase.
Tyler caught Dr. Everett at the landing, pinning him face down. He sank his teeth into the back of the professor's neck at the same time he thrust home, sheathing himself in Dr. Everett's hot wet hole.
Adam cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, clawing at the floor and arching his back, silently urging Tyler to go deeper.
There wasn't a chance in hell that Tyler was willing to give this up.
Author's Note: This story ended up being longer than I intended, so please forgive any grammatical/formatting errors!
Let me know what you think about Adam and Tyler! I am a sucker for a controlling, obsessive and/or villainous top, especially one with a romantic streak (in fiction of course.) *sigh* so dreamy
Do you have any guesses what will happen next?
