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“All you have to do is
say yes to giving us a shot, Aidan. One little word.” He was
whispering against Aidan’s lips.
Aidan wouldn’t look at him and refused to speak. Enrique
smiled. Now that he knew he was getting to Aidan, he would
wait to hear the words. It would go against his usual way of
going full throttle for what he wanted, but he wanted Aidan
to say it, because once he did, he was not letting him go.
“I’m going to enjoy hearing you say yes, Aidan,” Enrique
whispered, still against Aidan’s lips. “Until then.”
Enrique leant in and kissed him. It was hungry, rough and
encompassing. Aidan whimpered and grabbed his head. Enrique
hissed as Aidan sucked hungrily on his tongue. Aidan’s
fingers clenched in Enrique’s hair, loosening it from its
bindings. Enrique leaned against Aidan, rubbing against his
hard erection. Aidan made hungry sounds in the back of his
throat. Using his tenuous control, Enrique pulled away.
“Is that yes, Aidan?” he asked hoarsely.
“No.” Aidan gulped, breathing hard.
Enrique growled, then kissed him thoroughly again before
stepping away. Aidan sagged, then caught himself. Enrique
stepped back, watching him. He put his thumbs in the loops
at the waist of his jeans. He placed his hands fingers-down,
framing his erection.
“When you do say yes, then this is all yours. Until then,
I’ll keep touching you, since you like it so much,” Enrique
promised.
“I…didn’t say that. Just wondering why you had backed off.
But you were right to, since we can’t,” Aidan replied.
“We will,” Enrique vowed.
He studied Aidan, with his glistening lips, laboured
breathing and the straining erection in his black slacks.
Aidan raised shaking hands and pushed back his short, messy
dark hair. Whistling, Enrique turned and swaggered to the
other door and out of the classroom. |
