Chapter 13
ETHAN
Ishould be nervous kissing a guy for the first time. I expect to freak out. Big time.
But none of that happens with Jett.
Unless he doesn’t touch me soon. Then I will definitely freak the fuck out. I can’t take any more of this wanting from a distance. He might be shocked by my admission, but I know I’m not the only one feeling restless and needy. His soulful eyes tell me everything his mouth doesn’t want to say.
I need to know what he tastes like, and I have no problem stating that fact to get what I want. I’m not shy about making the first move, but I also want this to be his choice.
Before I can utter another word, Jett pulls me forward and his sweet lips take mine. He doesn’t hold back, his tongue teasing me with a boldness that sparks something fierce inside me.
I don’t know what I expected, but everything about this kiss is different.
I don’t want Jett; I need him. I cup his jaw and angle my head, and when my tongue slides around his, I let out a groan I don’t recognize.
The sound is deep and dirty and before I know it, I’m pushing him against the tree as I maul his mouth.
I’ve been wanting this for weeks, and fucking hell, reality is so much better than my filthy imagination.
And I can’t believe it, but kissing him is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and way more intense than any hookup I’ve ever had.
I want to rip that tight uniform off his body and come all over him.
Jett’s hands slide around my waist and over my ass, and I rock my hips, my dick achingly hard and dying for friction.
And when our hips collide, and his hard-on rubs against mine? Fuck, it’s unreal.
I force myself to pull away from the temptation of his mouth and stare down at Jett’s lips, red and swollen from my kisses.
“I knew it.”
“Shut up,” he growls and reaches for me again.
I’m laughing and shivering at the same time. Swear to God, I feel high, and this is from one kiss? What’s going to happen when Jett and I get naked? Please, fuck, let us get naked.
I don’t know who moves first but we’re kissing furiously, without a care for where we are or who might happen upon us.
Who gives a shit that we’re in public? Not me.
The school president could show up with a marching band and a media team and I’d keep kissing Jett because it’s that fucking good.
His lips, his taste, the husky moan that he can’t hold back…
God, I want to wreck his control and do it over and over.
Jett sucks on my tongue, and when his hand sneaks down and rubs my cock, I nearly come in my jeans.
My self-control’s vanished, along with my inhibitions.
But Jett’s not the only one who can tease.
I give as good as I get, cupping his lycra-covered cock in my eager hand, and shit, he might as well be wearing nothing because I can feel everything.
I kiss him like I’m never going to get the chance again, and every taste is desperate and needy.
He lets out an encouraging moan that drives me wild.
Relying on pure instinct, I rub his dick faster, wanting to make it good for him.
I’ve never touched another guy like this, but I know what I like, and I hope Jett likes it too.
“Don’t stop,” he groans.
“You ever come in these sexy shorts?” I whisper, and Jett shakes his head. “Well, you’re gonna come now. For me. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
“Ethan.”
My name rolls off Jett’s tongue in a raspy plea. It’s never sounded so good.
“Say it. No one else gets to see you like this,” I growl, my hand moving faster. “No one else gets to touch you. Say it, Jett.”
I have no idea where these words are coming from, but I can’t stop them. My bedroom talk is usually more, yes, and fuck. It has nothing to do with being possessive. But the thought of anyone else touching Jett like this makes me feral.
“No,” Jett groans.
“Yes. I know you want me. Only me.”
“So egotistical.”
“Fucking right.”
I seal my promise by taking his lips in a devouring kiss. He gives as good as he gets, and that’s what turns me on more than anything. Jett doesn’t hold back, and I can taste his desire.
It’s all for me.
When he unzips my pants and delves his hot, callused hand inside my briefs, taking my leaking dick in his hand, I’m desperate with the need to come.
We rut against each other like animals, and I lose all finesse, if I had any to begin with.
My dick is so painfully hard that I’m shaking with the need to come.
I run my mouth along his neck, licking and sucking on his skin.
Jett’s skillful hand teases me with firm, rough strokes, and I’m so close to the edge that I want to scream.
I want to come so badly, but I also don’t want to rush it.
This kind of high needs to be savored. Who knows if I’ll get the chance to touch him again?
“Just like that,” I whimper, ready to beg if I have to. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Suddenly I’m frantic with the need to see him. I pull at Jett’s shorts, eager to get at his cock, but the material’s stuck to his skin, and I let out a grunt of frustration.
“Get these off.”
Jett’s responding chuckle has my balls drawing up tight.
“Bit eager?” he replies and licks a path down my neck.
Then he bites and sucks on my skin, and all bets are off.
“I need to see you, Jett.”
“I’m right here.”
I cut off his teasing words with another hard kiss.
“All of you.”
“Why?”
“Swear to God, Jett, now is not the time for your questions. If you don’t take off these fucking shorts in the next five seconds, I’m going to rip them off, and I don’t care if anyone see us.”
His laugh is low and dirty.
“Thankfully, I have another set.”
He releases my dick and quickly shoves his shorts down to his thighs.
Jett’s cock slaps firm against his stomach and my mouth goes dry.
He’s long and cut and gorgeous. Unlike me, he’s got no pubes.
He’s smooth and sexy. Even though I’ve seen countless dicks and balls in locker rooms, I can’t stop staring at him.
Hell, I can barely think, never mind make coherent conversation.
“Jesus, Jett, so fucking sexy. I can’t even believe—”
“It’s not exactly summertime out here. Hurry up and jerk me off,” Jett demands.
Bossy Jett is hot, so I do as I’m told. Sort of. I cup his balls and roll them in my hand, and I watch Jett’s eyes darken.
Oh, he likes that. And knowing that I’m the one about to get him off is the biggest rush.
“Before I completely lose my head—” Jett whispers.
“Which one?”
“Both of them. You should know that I got tested after Renner. Everything’s good.”
“I got tested two weeks ago. I’m good too.”
Good doesn’t even begin to describe what’s happening right now.
I wrap my free hand around his dick and feel it pulse hot and hard in my hand.
The only dick I’ve ever played around with is my own, so this feels strange, but also really fucking incredible.
And I don’t know if it’s Jett or the thrill that someone could catch us, but my cock starts leaking so much precum that I make a complete mess of my jeans.
He leans in and takes my lips in a scorching kiss, and I have my answer.
It’s definitely Jett.
For once, I don’t care about my orgasm. All I want is to give him pleasure. When his eyes glaze over, I know I’m on the right track. His breath hitches and there’s an urgency in the thrust of his hips. One that matches mine.
“Of course you had to be good at this too,” he moans.
I can’t help but smirk.
“Bet you come first.”
Jett shakes his head.
“Get ready to lose again, hockey boy.”
I’m about to bite back with another smart-ass reply, but Jett takes both of our cocks in his hand, jerking us off together.
His dick rubbing against mine, his hands, his everything…
holy shit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Or experienced. When his free hand cups my heavy balls and tugs, my legs quake and my eyes roll back in my head.
But Jett isn’t done torturing me yet. He teases my taint with one rough fingertip, and fuck, I’m about to lose it.
“Mark me with your cum.”
Jett’s raspy demand pushes me right over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck!” I shout as my climax unleashes. “Jett!”
I’m loud. Really loud. I always thought sounds echoed more in enclosed spaces, but out here on the trail, it’s like I’ve shouted into a megaphone.
Everyone on campus can probably hear me coming.
I’m too blissed out to care one way or the other.
The orgasm hits me so hard that my vision blurs.
I can’t stop fucking Jett’s fist, chasing the unrelenting high.
The feel of his cock against mine, his hot breath teasing my lips, it’s all so fucking amazing.
Pulses of hot cum shoot out of my dick and all over Jett.
He wanted me to mark him, and damn, I gave it my all.
Through the haze of pleasure, I watch as Jett reaches his own. He’s so fucking gorgeous that I don’t know where to look first. I’m greedy for all of it—all of him.
“Fuck, yes,” Jett moans. “Ethan.”
Our gazes lock and neither of us looks away.
It’s intimate, staring at him while he comes.
He loses his grip on our cocks, grabs hold of my ass, and pulls me in as tight as we can get.
Our kisses are deep and frantic as we hump each other.
Another jolt of pleasure slams into me, and I come again, creating an even stickier mess between us.
Several minutes pass as we both stand there, gasping for air, unable, unwilling, to move.
If it weren’t for the fact I was leaning against Jett, and the tree, I’d pass out and fall on my ass for sure.
We should clean up and zip up before anyone finds us like this, but I’m finding it difficult to do anything other than stay where I am, breathing in the smell of our sex.
I want to kiss him again, touch him all over, and I don’t want to stop.
“What the fuck was that?” Jett whispers.
I can’t help but smile against his lips.
“That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. And I want to do it again.”
Jett stiffens in my arms.
“No.”
I have one hand that’s free of cum, so I reach up to cup his face, but Jett pulls back.
“Don’t, Ethan.”
“What? I don’t understand?”
Normally I’m the one who’s not into repeats, not the other way around. Did I do or say something wrong?
“Pass me my backpack,” Jett mutters.
I reluctantly tuck myself in, zip up, and reach for Jett’s bag.
“Aren’t we going to talk about this?” I ask as I pass it to him.
Jett shakes his head and reaches into his bag, pulling out a kit that contains hand wipes and sanitizer.
“What’s to talk about?” he says as he offers me a wipe for my hand. “You were curious, I was horny, it happened.”
“It’s not curiosity,” I snap.
Jett shrugs, cleans himself off, then pulls those indecent-looking shorts back up. There’s cum stains all over them and no hiding what he’s been up to. He pulls a forest green cable-knit sweater out of his bag and throws it on.
“It has to be,” he replies without making eye contact. “That’s what you want, right? One and done? I know your reputation.”
“This is different.”
“Why?”
There’s his favorite fucking word again.
I can’t explain it, but I’m sure as fuck not done with Jett. I thought that kissing him would break my obsessive thoughts, but it hasn’t. I’ve taken my first hit and now I need more. More, more, more. And the way he kissed me, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one.
“You’re different.”
Jett ignores my comment.
“I better get going. I need to run back to the dorm to change before meeting up with the guys.”
“I’ll see you at Boots.”
“Maybe you should skip lunch?”
“They invited me, and I said yes. I’m going.”
Jett finally meets my gaze. I can tell by his shuttered expression that his walls are up again. But it’s too late, I’ve already seen past them. I don’t think I can read anyone, not even my closest friends, as well as I do him. What that means, I don’t know. Not yet.
“Then I’ll see you later,” he whispers and takes off running.
I rest my hand—which is trembling—on the tree, and watch him jog down the trail. I should be satisfied after that orgasm, but all I want to do is chase after Jett. The air around me suddenly feels cooler, and I start to shiver even though I’m hot as hell and sweating through my clothes.
He’s going to try to act like what we did was nothing. Fuck that. This is not over. Part of me can’t believe what happened, but I’m not one for denial either.
Jett can run all he wants.
Sooner or later, like today, I’m going to catch him.