Chapter 9 #2
“Okay.” I lowered my mouth onto him, my tongue tracing the soft skin over hard flesh and then sucked him to the back of my throat.
“Yeah…” He laced his fingers in my hair and pushed on my head. “Go slow.”
With my balls aching, I leisurely worked him, raising and lowering my mouth, savoring the salty taste of his precum as it dribbled from the tip.
He squirmed and whimpered as goosebumps rose on his thighs. “Oh, fuck, stop, stop.” He tugged on my hair.
I pulled off him with a wet pop and gave him a lop-sided grin. “You taste so fucking good.” Giving myself a few lazy pulls, sensation swept up my spine. “Now, what plug do you want?”
After reaching into his nightstand, he grabbed a large black plug and handed it to me. “This one.” His cheeks reddened. “It’s my favorite.”
I grabbed it from him and twisted it. “Damn, it’s big.” As pleasure pulsed inside me, my breath caught. “But not as big as me.” I gave him a coy grin.
“I saw that.” He scraped his teeth along his lower lip. “Can you, uh, fuck me with the plug and blow me?” He fell onto his back and lifted his knees. “The lube is in there too.”
“I’ll do whatever you want.” I sat up on my haunches, grabbed the lube and asked, “Can I finger you first?” I flicked my gaze to his darkened eyes, his eyelids hooding over them and lips plumper than usual. His dark hair splayed on his pillow. He looked delicious. Someday, I’d have all of him.
“Yes.” After squirting lube on my fingers, I hovered over him on a straight arm and snuck a slick finger into his crack. As I pushed inside him, I captured his moan with a deep kiss.
His brows tensed as he slanted his mouth over mine, his tongue lapping inside me.
Slowly, I rubbed inside his hole, seeking the spot that—
“Oh, fuck.” He arched his back and panted. “Yeah, right there.” His dick bobbed over his stomach and a thread of precum dripped from the tip.
I had him. My balls ached as I placed needful kisses on his mouth while pumping my finger inside him, focusing on his internal spot.
He wrapped a hand around the back of my head, holding me in place while his other hand reached between us and stroked my throbbing dick.
As heat ignited inside me, I moaned and kissed his cheek, his jawline, and bit his earlobe.
Squirming below me, the skin of his shoulder pebbled, and he shuddered. “Uh, getting close.”
“Yeah?” Could he come hands-free just from my finger? I’d love to see it. But now, I’d give him what he’d asked for. Lowering, I bit and licked my way to his chest and then sucked his nipple.
With a gasp, he pushed on my shoulders. “Please, Tex. Want it.”
“What do you want?” I smiled against his abs as I kissed and nibbled his taut skin. I knew, but I wanted to hear it again.
“Your mouth on me. You sucking me while…Oh, God.” He shivered and his thighs trembled around my head.
Quickly, I pulled my finger from his hole, lubed his plug and nudged it into him. “Can I just push it in?”
“Yes, I’m used to it.” His cheeks burned even redder as he caressed my shoulders.
“Okay.” As I slowly slid the plug inside him, I plunged my mouth over his swollen cock, sucking him in and swallowing his head.
He bucked and groaned, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Yeah, fuck, that’s it.”
I stayed on him, pumping his cock with my mouth, flicking my tongue at his glans, while fucking him with his plug.
After a minute, he shook and shivered, and then his cock swelled further against my tongue.
He was about to blow. I quickened my pace. This should be the best he’d ever had.
With a sharp cry, he shuddered and hot cum shot to the back of my throat in spurts.
As I swallowed it down, tension knotted in my gut and my cock pulsed, spilling precum down the shaft. Once he was on me, I’d only last a second.
When his climax slowed, I slipped the plug from him, released his spent cock and then tossed the plug on the floor.
He slumped against the bed for a moment, his eyes closed, and then with a sly grin, he rose and guided me onto my back. “That was everything.”
“Yeah?” I lay on my back, my balls already full. “Be careful, I’m already close.”
Shaking his head with a chuckle, he said, “Oh, I won’t be careful. I want to see you fall completely apart.” Crawling between my legs, he sucked me in with a vengeance, bobbing his head between my thighs and rolling my balls with one hand while the other fisted me.
“Oh, shit,” I rasped as my gut tensed. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped me, bursting sensation across my body.
I clutched his hair and fought against the intense climax rushing to the surface.
With a gasp, my hips rocked of their own accord, seeking more of him.
God, did I want to fuck him, to own him.
He hummed on my dick, snuck a finger in my crack and then pushed against my hole.
Sparks lit behind my eyes as I tumbled over the edge. Harsh waves of pleasure rolled through me, and I exploded into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, fuck,” I gritted out.
As it calmed, he lapped at my cock and then sat up, swiping the back of his hand across his wet mouth. “You taste good too.”
“Yeah?” I panted, fighting to catch my breath. He’d done a hell of a number on me. “That’s, uh, that’s good.” My brain was jelly.
“Well, now that it’s over, I guess we can study.” He peered around him and hopped off the bed.
I blinked at him. No post-blowjob cuddling? Oh, hell no. “No, you don’t. Get over here.” I threw my arm to the side and patted my chest.
Holding his underwear, he stared at me, slack-jawed. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Get over here.” I craved closeness with him. Especially after his confession at the bar on Saturday night.
“Okay.” With a shrug, he climbed in next to me on his side and rested his head on my chest, wrapping a leg around both of mine, his spent dick pressed against my thigh.
“See? This is nice.” I kissed the top of his head and brushed his bangs off his forehead. “How long do we have? Do you have another student scheduled tonight?”
“No, I’m free.” He sighed. “But I should study for my own classes too.” He pressed a soft kiss on my pec and skimmed his fingers across my chest.
“What if I stayed for dinner, studied with you and then watched a movie?” I braced myself for rejection. I wanted as much time with him as I could. But I knew how careful he was.
“Um…” He wrapped his arm around me. “Yes. I think that would be okay.” He inhaled quickly. “But don’t you have to get up early for practice?” Lifting his head, his gaze found mine.
“I do, but I’m not talking about staying until midnight.” I kissed the tip of his nose.
“Yeah, okay.” He placed a lingering kiss on my lips. “Since we’ll watch a movie and probably cuddle on my couch later, let’s get the studying done now.”
“Okay.” With a huff, I rose as he did the same. He hadn’t rejected me, so there was that. He was probably one of those people who couldn’t relax until they had all their shit done.
We both dressed, and then I followed him into the main room, satiated for now.
“What do you want to order?” We’d completed our study session and then studied independently at his dinette, and now we would have a late dinner.
“It looks like there’s a Thai restaurant close by.
” I peered at my phone’s screen and into my DoorDash app.
I could use some carbs after the intense workout and practice I’d had today.
“That works. Get me the pad Thai with chicken.” He closed his laptop, stood from the table and stretched his arms over his head, exposing his taut stomach between his shirt and shorts.
“Oh, I can’t ignore that.” Leaving my phone on the table, I dropped to my knees beside him, grabbed his hips and licked across his navel.
He burst out in a fit of giggles. “Stop it. That tickles.” He shoved my head.
“Yeah?” I tightened my hold on his hips and flicked my tongue inside his navel.
He cackled and wiggled. “Stop it, please, Tex.”
When I stopped, my gaze caught the outline of his cock under his shorts, perking up. “Does that turn you on?” I cupped his balls as my dick swelled. We shouldn’t…
“Everything you do turns me on, so yes.” He pushed me away and swiped his bangs from his face. “I’m hungry, so let’s order food.”
I rose, grabbed his cheeks and pressed a hard kiss on his lips. “Whatever you want.” Maybe later we’d have another round. Now I understood Malik and Grey’s feelings. They couldn’t get enough of each other and I…shit, I couldn’t get enough of Colton.
“Quit saying that. You’re spoiling me.” He waltzed to his couch, dropped onto the end, and plucked his remote from the coffee table. “I’ve never watched a movie with someone in my apartment before.”
“There are firsts for everything.” I plucked my phone from the table, ordered pad Thai for both of us, and then watched the confirmation come through. “Okay, our order is on the way.”
“Would you like a Gatorade?” He made to get up.
“No, you sit. I’ve got it. Do you want one too, or would you prefer water?” I strolled into his kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
“Water is good for me.” He relaxed into the couch, lifting his legs beside him.
Oh my God. My gaze panned the neat rows of drinks and food.
I’d never seen a more organized refrigerator in my life.
I grabbed our drinks and shut the door. Was this another way he kept himself under control?
As I ambled toward the couch, I examined the room with a new understanding of him.
It was always tidy and there were no decorations, only things he actually needed.
I handed him his water and tucked in beside him.
“Thanks.” He screwed the cap off his water. “What did you get?”
“Pad Thai. I got two orders of it.” Hooking my arm around his shoulders, I pulled him closer to me. “It sounded good.” Had he called the helpline yet? “Hey, have you thought more about the LGBTQ help center?” I set my Gatorade on the table. I’d wait for the food to drink it.
With a soft huff, he dipped his head. “Yeah, I looked it up and almost called.” He twisted his water in his lap. “But I didn’t know what to say, so I chickened out.”
“What do you mean?” Grabbing his chin, I turned his face toward me. “You just tell them you need a therapist.” I’d never asked for one, but how hard could it be? Especially if the people there had training like Eli’s.
He wrinkled his forehead. “But shouldn’t they understand my problem to recommend the right one?” He gripped his bottle tighter, and it crackled. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, so how can I explain it to someone else?”
I took the water bottle from him and set it on the table, next to mine. “Colton, you can tell them you need a referral for some therapists and then look them up. You don’t have to get into details over the phone.” Was this just an excuse to put it off?
“I…” Biting his lip, he averted his gaze. “Yeah, okay.”
I tugged on his chin, making him face me again. “I have a friend who used to work at the center. Do you want to talk to him first?” Maybe Eli could ease his fears.
“Who is it?” He creased his brows.
“Eli Dawson. He plays for San Francisco now. He’s a linebacker.” I gauged his reaction.
“An NFL player? Hell no.” With a scowl, he crossed his arms on his chest. “I’ll call the center this week and ask for some names.”
“Do you promise?” Although he seemed better already. He hadn’t mentioned his control issue at all tonight. Oh fuck, the refrigerator…My gaze searched his face. But who knew what went on inside his head?
“I promise.” He laid his head on my shoulder and turned toward me.
“Okay.” I didn’t want to hound him about this.
Knocking cracked through the air.
“Oh, our food is here. That was quick.” He hopped off the couch and grabbed the food bag from outside the door.