Page 35 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Literature?” He laughed.

I shrugged as a grin formed on my face. I was having a tough time keeping my eyes on Lucas’. Keeping my eyes from trailing down to lower parts of him was more than difficult.

“Isn’t any book technically literature?”

“Debatable.”

“Webster’s definition?” I teased.

“Maybe.” He grinned.

“Yay me,” I stated simply.

“Do you want to be Christian or Anastasia?” Lucas asked suddenly, making my eyes take on a saucer-like quality.

“Like…I mean…you want to do that?”

“Why not?” He was biting his lip again.

“I’ve never done those kinds of things before,” I said though I was already turning on the barstool to face him, intrigued. “I’ve barely done anything before, really. What if I do it wrong?”

“What do you think will go wrong?” Lucas moved closer, positioning himself between my knees.

We were definitely touching, and Lucas was getting closer.

“What if—what if I spank you too hard?”

“So, you want to be Christian?” Lucas’ mouth was so close to mine. “I can be Anastasia. I’d love to be your Anastasia.”

I grunted as Lucas’ groin ground against me.

“Okay.” I moaned. “But let’s use a different name. I’m one-hundred-percent gay here. And you’re definitely not an Anastasia.”

Lucas chuckled against my mouth before kissing me. His arms weren’t wrapped around me, but he was still grinding against me. I moaned into Lucas’ mouth, realizing that I was hard as a rock and had no idea when that happened.

“What do I call you?” Lucas asked, barely pulling away from my mouth in his effort to speak.

“Huh?” I moaned, trying to seal my lips over his once again.

“Do I call you ‘sir’?” He teased. “Or is ‘master’ more appropriate?”

I groaned.

“Baby steps, Lucas.” I chuckled, though I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. “I don’t know if I would know how to handle that right now.”

“I’ve got other things you can handle.”

Without even willing it, my hands shot out and grabbed ahold of Lucas’ ass through his thin boxers and pulled him into me roughly. Lucas gasped as his groin connected with my stomach, a particular appendage of his sliding up and getting squeezed between our two bodies. Hungrily, I looked up at him as Lucas looked down at me, first in surprise, then with excitement.

“Don’t get smart with me.” My voice was gravelly as I squeezed his ass with both hands and held him tightly against me.

“Okay.” He exhaled with a slight shiver.

“If you get smart with me, you’ll have to be punished.”

Lucas gave a slight smile.

“Then maybe I should.”