Caelyx #2
“So, you know,” I continued, injecting the words with the least amount of intensity as I could.
I wasn’t trying to seduce him. Seducing Aspen seemed like an impossible task anyway, but I knew if he was going to do anything else with me, especially more than once, it needed to be on his own terms and feel like it’d mostly been his idea.
“I’m available for brain-silencing sessions whenever.
I’ve been told I’m pretty skilled in my craft.
I could probably scrounge up some references if you want them. ”
He laughed, the relaxed sound of it sending a giddy thrill coursing through my chest as I watched him stretch his arms over his head.
The hem of his t-shirt shifted with the movement, exposing a slice of his flat stomach.
I couldn’t help but stare at it, more tension centering between my legs at the sight.
I hadn’t been able to see much when we’d hooked up, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his body.
Even more than I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it before.
“I’ll pass on the references. I believe you.”
“I guess my reputation precedes me,” I replied, and he scoffed. To my amazement, a faint pink blush rose up to his cheeks as he glanced away from me.
“More like I’ve already received a live demonstration.”
My ego swelled up like a balloon, and I was helpless against the urge to move in closer to him.
Gripping onto the wooden railing on either side of his body, I caged him in with my arms, though he didn’t look remotely intimidated or uncomfortable as he peered up at me through his dark lashes.
I didn’t usually get to look at him from this angle, since I tried not to hulk over him and remind him of how short he was, but he looked really, really gorgeous like this.
He had great skin, smooth and clear, the bright colors of his tattoos standing out on his light complexion, and the smudges of dark eyeliner just brought out the color of his eyes more, highlighting the sunburst of brown threaded through the green.
But what I was drawn to more than anything were his plush, pink lips.
I leaned in closer to him, feeling mesmerized by them.
He flicked up a dark eyebrow, the ring pierced through it shining in the reflection of the sun, before reaching up and cupping my chin in one hand. Gripping my jaw on either side with his thumb and finger, he held me firmly in place.
“What did I say?” He warned me. I guess I wasn’t doing a spectacular job of hiding how badly I wanted to kiss him. But the feeling of his fingers on my jaw was kind of hot and addictive, and I wanted to ask him to squeeze me harder.
“What, are you saving it for your wedding?” I complained.
“Gotta save something for it,” he reasoned, but he looked kind of amused at my whining. I wondered if I was the only guy shameless enough to beg him for lip to lip contact.
Sighing a little, I poked my mouth out in a pout. “I don’t know if I can wait that long, Cupcake.”
He stared at me for a few moments, blinking as he processed my words and the implication behind them, before he snorted and shoved me back a few inches.
“You are such a creep,” he said, shaking his head, but the breathless note in his voice had my body tightening up with even more tension. It was no wonder I hadn’t been able to hook up with anyone else since I’d met him.
“You have no idea,” I told him seriously.
People had been milling by the whole time we’d been standing there, talking and laughing amongst themselves, but I’d barely noticed them. He really was the center of all my attention.
I watched him dig his phone out of his pocket, and craned my neck to see what he was doing.
“You texting someone?” I asked. He gave a slight nod, not looking up from his screen.
“I’m texting Ren to see what he’s doing,” he said, before finally looking up at me and jerking his chin back toward the way we came, indicating for me to follow him.
“Why’s that?” I wondered, scampering over and falling into rhythm with his strides as we walked.
“Just want to know if the room’s empty or if we should go to your house instead.”
Great. I could walk the half mile back with a throbbing boner. No problem whatsoever.
“He’s with Maddox,” Aspen informed me, just as we made it back onto campus. “At your house.”
“Okay,” I replied lightly, only because I didn’t want to make it even more obvious how badly I wanted him. I was pretty sure he already knew.
The world seemed to love interrupting us anytime I felt like I was gaining traction with him, so I was shocked when we didn’t run into anyone nosy like Arie, who’d interrogate us as to why we were heading up to Aspen’s room alone. For once, there were no distractions.
Once we’d gone into his residence hall and up to his room, he stopped at the door, glancing back and giving me a sly look. My stomach muscles tightened, and I had to suppress a groan.
“So…” He started. “I actually have a lot of studying to do.”
The corner of my mouth twitched up as I realized he was actually teasing me. What a sadist.
“Bummer,” I noted. “Should I leave?”
He tapped a fingertip onto his lips, like he was deep in thought, before reaching out and grabbing a fistful of my shirt, pulling me down to him.
Tilting my head, I dodged his mouth, knowing I’d get chewed out if I tried it, and planted my lips on his neck.
He inhaled sharply, and I felt his pulse stumble under my tongue as I laved it over his skin.
“Do not give me a fucking hickey,” he warned, then whimpered a bit as I chuckled, sending vibrations coursing over his sensitive flesh.
“I’ll be good, Cupcake.”
He reached behind him to twist his doorknob, and we maneuvered our way into the room, letting the door smack closed behind us before he locked it.
I gripped the bottom of my shirt, tearing it over my head.
My mouth went dry and my already stiff and straining cock thumped up against my zipper like it was trying to escape when he mirrored me, tossing his somewhere behind him.
My palms itched to touch all those slender, lithe muscles, but my eyes zeroed in on his right nipple.
It was pierced by a barbell, a tiny silver stud twinkling on either side of the pink bud.
“Is that new?” I asked, and he nodded. I’d seen him without a shirt just once, but I was pretty sure I would have remembered that.
“I got it over the summer. You like it?” He asked, but the lightly smug note in his voice made it clear he already knew I liked it. If the massive erection tenting out my pants wasn’t a clear indicator, I didn’t know what would be.
“Yeah.” I hadn’t messed around with anyone with a nipple piercing yet. “Does it make it more sensitive?”
“Not sure yet,” he admitted. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone since I got it.” He paused, before dragging his tongue around his teeth, his eyes sharpening in intensity. “I’ll let you know.”
A growl crawled up my throat, my arousal intensifying as I nudged him back toward his bed.
He swept his hand across it, shoving papers and books aside before hitching himself up on the mattress, dragging me down with him.
I latched my mouth onto the piercing, flicking my tongue over it until his back arched and he whined, his fingers tangling into my hair to hold me there against his chest.
My pulse was pounding through my whole body, precum already slicking the inside of my boxers as I nipped with my teeth, tugging at the metal while my tongue teased him.
His fingers tightened on my scalp as he moaned, squirming under me.
He tasted so good, the forest scent of his skin drowning my senses.
“What’s the verdict?” I panted out, once I’d finally lifted my mouth off his nipple.
He swallowed hard, before letting out a tiny huff of laughter. “Definitely more sensitive.” He was panting already, and I knew when I tugged his tight jeans down, his dick would already be stiff and ready for me.
“Good to know,” I mumbled. My lips trailed over the horizontal scars under his pecs as I moved down his torso. He jolted under me, his hands moving down to my shoulders and holding there as my fingers closed over the button of his pants.
“U-uh, Caelyx.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you want me to…” He stopped, and I flicked my gaze up to him, confused to find him suddenly looking tense and worried. “I mean, last time you were the one that did everything, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m not, um…”
I snorted, scraping my teeth over his toned stomach. What the hell was he so nervous about? Neither of us were anything close to pure and virginal. Was there something about me specifically that had him feeling anxious? I really, really hated the thought of that.
“I wasn’t planning on keeping a spreadsheet about it, Cupcake.
I told you I’ve been thinking about this since the other night.
” When he still only stared down at me, I nipped at the waistband of his jeans, tugging at it with my teeth.
His eyes widened, his pupils dilating as his breath shuddered out.
He wanted this, it was obvious. Was he seriously that worried about keeping things equal or whatever? “You can blow me after, alright?”
“Yeah, okay… Caelyx?” The way he said my name, coupled with the way he was panting and whimpering, was like music to my ears. “I, um… I get tested pretty regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone since the last time, so…”
“Me too,” I responded, hoping he didn’t think I was an irresponsible moron for forgetting to even ask or mention it. “Usually every two or three months, but yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since the last test either.”
He didn’t need to know it had been almost a freaking year for me, ever since Maddox had started bringing him around to the house for movie and board game nights. Even I wanted to keep some dignity.
“That’s good,” he breathed out.