Brick and Mortar (Student Bodies #4) (6 page)

Cannon laughed and clapped a hand on Turner’s shoulder. “I need bread crumbs, Parmesan and an egg.”

Cannon’s warm hand sent electric shocks barreling through his entire body. If he didn’t move away from this bewitching young man now, dinner would never get made and he’d end up taking Cannon over the dining room table.

As much as he wanted to concentrate on the feel of Cannon’s hand on his shoulder, he was grateful the brat let the subject of Bryce drop. He patted the side of Cannon’s face. “Breadcrumbs are in the pantry.” Turner pointed to the double doors standing opposite the sink. “The other things are in the fridge. Help yourself to something to drink.”

“Thank you, Turner. For everything.” Cannon dropped his hand and moved off to gather the ingredients.

Watching him move around the kitchen, Daisy at his heels, he was sure he’d made the right decision about the brat and his dog.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Cannon pulled out a bottle of water for himself out of the fridge.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

After handing Turner his bottle of water, Cannon gathered all of the ingredients he’d need for the meatballs. He cracked the egg into the bowl and quickly measured out the right amount of Parmesan cheese and breadcrumbs. Cannon’s hands squished into the meatball ingredients mixing them together.

“So,” Turner said nervously. “I made a decision about your proposal.”

“Okay.” Cannon kept kneading the ground beef together. He could hear Turner move closer to him, but was afraid to look up and see a look of rejection in Turner’s dark eyes.

“I thought you might like this.”

Glancing up at Turner, he saw heat and need in his dark eyes. Cannon was so lost in what he saw reflected back at him, he didn’t see what Turner was holding at first. His eyes finally breaking contact, he saw a ball gag dangling from Turner’s right hand. Instead of the ball being red, it was an aquamarine color. “This is for me?” His heart was pounding in his chest and it was hard to breathe.

“Yeah, do you like it?” Turner smirked.

“I love it, sir. Does that mean you want me?” Cannon watched as Turner’s eyes got darker and he took a half a step forward.

“I’ve always wanted you, brat.” Turner brushed their lips together, moaning low in his throat.

Cannon wanted nothing more than to sink his hands into Turner’s thick hair, but they were covered in ground beef and beaten egg.

“Open for me, Cannon,” Turner commanded, his tone low and dangerous.

He had no sooner parted his lips, when Turner’s velvet tongue swept into his mouth, first rubbing against his tongue before seeking to dominate and own him. Cannon whimpered, helpless in Turner’s arms.

“Such a good boy.
My
good boy.” Setting the gag on the counter, Turner grabbed his hips possessively.

“Thank you, sir.” Cannon grinned, unable to take his eyes off Turner’s damp, kiss-swollen lips.

Grabbing the side of Cannon’s face, Turner tipped it up so they were eye-to-eye. “I have two rules. If you obey them we’ll get along fine. Break one and we’re done. No second chances. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir. What are the rules?” Cannon could feel Turner’s hard, heavy cock digging into his belly. He didn’t care what the rules were so long as the dick pressing against him with would soon be pressing into him.

“Never lie to me. You need to be honest with me or I can’t do the things you want us to do.”

“I will never lie to you, sir. I promise,” Cannon vowed.

“Rule number two, I don’t share, brat. Ever.” Turner’s eyes darkened even further.

“Neither do I,” Cannon challenged back.

“Clever, brat.” Turner smiled and pulled Cannon forward.

His mouth opened, eager to taste Turner again.

Instead of kissing Cannon, Turner was licking over his lips tasting every single inch of him.

Whimpering, Cannon tried to angle his body closer to Turner but knew unless they were skin to skin it would never be close enough.

“Let’s try out your new gag, hmm?” Turner needed to get away from Cannon before his control slipped away completely.

“Please, sir.” Cannon’s eyes glittered with need.

Never before had he been with a sub so eager to be gagged. He picked up the gag from where he set it on the counter and moved to stand behind Cannon, his pant-clad erection dragging almost painfully against Cannon’s ass. “Open.”

“Yes, sir.” Cannon eagerly opened his mouth wide.

Turner draped the gag in front of Cannon’s face before seating the blue ball between Cannon’s teeth. He pulled the straps behind Cannon’s head to secure them. After a few adjustments, the fit was perfect. Turner pulled Cannon around to face him. The bright blue ball between Cannon spread lips took his breath away. “The ball gag brings out your eyes, brat,” Turner whispered against his ear.

Cannon fluttered his eyelashes in response.

“Very pretty, boy. Do you like it better than my tie?”

Cannon shook his head no.

“Why is that?”

Cannon leaned forward and loudly sniffed Turner’s neck before straightening up again.

“Oh, my tie smells like me. Is that it?” Was it his scent in combination with the gag that calmed Cannon? Or was it just the gag?

Cannon nodded, his eyes glowing turquoise.

Groaning, Turner stepped back from Cannon. “Start rolling out the meatballs. If this keeps up, we’ll never eat.”

Cannon snorted in agreement.

“Do you want me to take the gag off?”

Cannon nodded and Turner removed it. “Thank you so much, sir. I love it. I didn’t mean to say I don’t like it, but the scent of your aftershave on your tie is…”

“Is what?”

“Arousing. Being gagged with your tie makes my cock harder than steel.”

So that was it.
The gag calmed Cannon but his aftershave turned him on. “Back to work, brat.” Turner slapped Cannon’s ass.

“What do you think of the sauce?” Turner twirled spaghetti around his fork.

“It’s fantastic and so fresh. I’ve only ever had the stuff from the jar that I would doctor up with dried oregano, but fresh herbs make all the difference.” Cannon smacked his lips and licked his fork clean.

“Next time we do this, I’ll teach you to make the sauce if you show me how to make the meatballs.”

“Deal,” Cannon said around a mouthful of pasta. “This room is impressive, did you decorate it yourself?”

Turner looked around his dining room. He hadn’t eaten a meal in this room in years. Bryce liked refined dinner conversation while Turner preferred to eat in front of the television.

The room was painted in a dark shade of orange, burnt umber, he thought the name was. The dining room table was a behemoth made from dark mahogany. Turquoise accents added a pop of color to the room. “Bryce and I decorated it, but it’s not a place for a family to gather comfortably. It’s the kind of room you’re always afraid you’ll ruin by spilling something.

“Yeah, not really a room for little ones.” Cannon agreed looking around. “I didn’t know you wanted kids.”

“Bryce and I planned on adopting someday.” Now that he thought about it more closely, he wasn’t sure that was what Bryce wanted at all. Most of the house was decorated in a way that was unfriendly to children. Like pretending to be submissive, maybe Bryce had only pretended to want kids.

“That’s so great. I was an only child. I’d love to have a house full of kids.”

“You’re just a giant kid yourself.” Turner laughed at the shocked look on Cannon’s face.

“True, but at the shelter the animals come before everything else. It’s the same with kids. Their needs always come before your own. I’ll be a great dad someday.” Cannon twirled his fork in the heap of spaghetti still on his plate.

Cannon was always happy and full of energy. After seeing him with the animals today, Turner would have to agree with Cannon’s assessment. He would be a great father someday. “Would you like to know what I have planned for later this evening?” Dinner conversation was fine, but he had denied himself a taste of Cannon for far too long.

“I was wondering when we’d get to the good stuff.” Cannon waggled his eyebrows.

“Tell me what you think it means to serve me.” Pushing his plate back, he watched Cannon’s reaction closely.

Cannon set his fork down with a soft clunk and nibbled on his bottom lip. “It’s a different way of offering myself to you. I want to please you in a way that you enjoy and will give you the most pleasure. It makes me feel good knowing I’m pleasing you.”

It was a well thought out answer. “Why do you think you’re submissive?”

“Don’t get me wrong, sex is good, but it’s never been great. I’ve always felt like there was something missing. Something fundamental, you know? I don’t know that I can describe it any better, but what I can say is that what happened in your office the other day was fuc-ummm, amazing.”

“Nice catch, brat. What was amazing?” For Turner it was the lost, needy look in Cannon’s eyes when he was about to come and the way he moaned around the makeshift gag. He’d known then and there Cannon was submissive.

“It was being at your mercy. Being gagged with your tie and you telling me what you were going to do to me. It was knowing I could stop you at any moment, but never wanting you to stop.”

“And you liked being at my mercy?” Turner’s cock was hard enough to cut diamonds. He could feel pre-come soaking into his boxers.

“Best feeling ever. Best sex ever, even though…”

“Even though what?” He was curious to know what he could’ve done to give the brat more pleasure.

“Even though I didn’t get to make you come.”

Turner’s painfully hard cock twitched in his pants. “How would you have wanted to make me come?”

“By being gagged with your cock, sir.” Cannon leaned forward about to kiss Turner.

“Upstairs, brat. Now!” Turner commanded, standing up from the table.

“But the dishes…”

“Fuck the dishes. Upstairs!” He’d lost his mind, but what a way to go.

Cannon bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing as Turner dragged him by the hand out of the dining room and toward the stairs. Daisy was lying in front of the door and ran to greet Turner and Cannon.

Stopping only long enough to rub her soft ears, Turner started dragging Cannon toward the stairs again.

“Sorry Princess, see you later.” Cannon called climbing the stairs two at a time to keep up with Turner.

Turner stopped and pushed Cannon against the wall at the top of the stairs, kissing him hard and trying to take off his clothes at the same time.

“Whoa, cowboy.” Cannon pulled back. He tugged off his T-shirt and let it drop to the floor before unbuttoning the top of his jeans. Instead of unzipping them, he went for the hem of Turner’s gray henley and shifted it up his stomach and over his head. He sucked a harsh breath through his teeth when Turner’s rock-hard abs came into view.

“Like what you see, brat?”

“You can spank me later for this, but you’re fucking gorgeous, sir.” Not bothering to wait for a response, he planted his hands on the wall on either side of Turner and pressed a kiss to the wildly beating pulse point in his neck. Replacing his lips with his tongue, he licked his way down Turner’s neck before dropping a soft bite against the hollow of his throat.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmured, moving lower to nibble and suck across Turner’s chest. He spent several moments licking and biting Turner’s nipples on his way to tracing his abs with his tongue. Reaching the waistband of Turner’s jeans, he sat back on his heels and looked up at Turner.

Turner was a mess. His eyes we’re so dark they were almost black and he was breathing so hard his nostrils were flared out. “What are you waiting for?” Turner panted.

“Your permission, sir.” His voice was husky with need.

“Cheeky bastard. Take off my fucking pants.”

Grinning at the desperation in Turner’s voice, Cannon tipped him a sexy wink. “Yes, sir.” Undoing the zipper with deliberate slowness, Cannon watched Turner’s erection come into view. He tugged the jeans partway down Turner’s hips and could see the large wet spot on his blue boxer briefs.

Cannon licked out at the sodden fabric, moaning in concert with Turner when he felt the head of Turner’s cock slide under his tongue. Not able to wait another minute, he jerked down Turner’s boxers, his cock bobbing against the dark fur of Turner’s stomach. “Please, sir,” Cannon begged.

“Please what?”

“Gag me with your cock.”

“That fucking mouth of yours, Cannon. Open for me and don’t close until I say.”

Licking his lips, Cannon stared at the pre-come about to drip off the tip of Turner’s cock. Not wanting to waste a drop, Cannon licked out to taste him. He gathered the dewy drop of nectar on his tongue and rolled it around his mouth. “More.” Cannon opened his mouth wide.

Turner didn’t know where he found the control not to shove his dick all the way down Cannon’s throat. Instead, he reached out for Cannon’s head to hold and still before brushing the head of his cock over Cannon’s pink tongue. His hips stuttered forward when Cannon moaned. “You like that, boy?” He left his cock sitting on Cannon’s tongue.

Cannon whined and braced his hands on Turner’s thighs, moving forward so Turner’s cock slid to the back of his throat until it gagged him. Staying put for a count to five, Cannon slowly backed off, leaving his mouth open like Turner asked.

“Fuck me, brat, that mouth. I knew it was good for more than talking.” He fucked himself into Cannon’s throat, watching his eyes start to water and his gag reflex kick in. “Go on, boy. Gag on my cock.”

Turner sank his hands into Cannon’s light brown hair and watched his boy giving him the blow job of a lifetime. One minute he was applying gentle section and the next he was lashing his shaft with his tongue. Cannon’s hand wandered down to play with Turner’s balls. He gave the sack a couple of soft tugs.

“Fuck,
fuck!
” Turner cried out battling for another few ounces of control. He didn’t want the greatest head of his life to ever end. Focusing on Cannon’s face rather than his clever tongue he saw Cannon’s eyes were a deep mix of blue and green and filled with tears, some of which were spilling down his cheeks. Copious amounts of drool was soaking his chin and dripping to land on his bare chest. “Cannon, please,” he whimpered.

Swiping a finger through the drool on his chin, Cannon pressed his wet finger against Turner’s pucker and wiggled inside.

“Cannon!” Turner yelled, his cock erupting in his boy’s mouth. He held on tighter to Cannon’s head as the boy swallowed him dry, his clever finger pushing into his body.

Cannon kept his eyes locked with Turner’s as his cock continued to jerk and spew in his mouth. He held Turner’s cock for an extra moment or two before pulling back and falling hard onto his ass.

“Fuck me,” Turner bent, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

Cannon started to laugh. “So much for making it to the bedroom.”

Turner joined in laughing, moving to join Cannon on the hall floor. “I never said bedroom. I just said upstairs.”

Cannon laughed harder and threaded their fingers together.