His ears still ringing with the sound of his blood pumping through them, John felt himself being lifted off his feet and carried down the garden path.
“I can walk, you know,” John panted, still dazed at everything that was happening.
“I know,” was Mitch’s simple reply.
Setting him down next to the driver’s door, Mitch patted John’s arse before nonchalantly sauntering over to the passenger’s side, waggling his arse with every step.
“And just how do you expect me to drive with a dick that’s so hard it’ll catch in the steering wheel?”
Mitch leaned over the roof of the car and licked his lips. “Want me to take care of it before we leave?”
The offer was tempting, very tempting, but John didn’t want Mitch to be late. 14
As he was being driven to the college, Mitch only half listened while John talked about his afternoon with Teddy.
“It was wonderful! I was amazed he agreed to come inside my cottage.”