Caelyx #2
“Isaak,” he introduced himself somewhat pointlessly, since Arie had already screamed his name across the courtyard. It didn’t ring any bells, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. I’d have to think on it some more.
He sat down at our table and we all chatted a bit, until Ren appeared from the entrance to the residential hall, and made his way over to us.
“Jeez,” Kelani commented with some amusement as we all watched him approach. “Is everyone we know somehow inexplicably drawn to this table?”
“Maddy says I have to spend the night at your house, and you have to wait for Aspen in our room,” Ren said, once he’d stopped in front of me.
The unquestioning obedience in his tone was hilarious and I wanted to make fun of him for it, but the idea of waiting for Aspen in his room immediately had my pulse quickening and my cock perking up under the table.
I’d been torturing myself all day fantasizing about him, even though I’d been explicitly told I wasn’t allowed to jerk off.
And my dick was definitely not used to delayed gratification.
Maybe I didn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to making fun of Ren for being obedient to his boyfriend.
“To be clear, is Aspen actually coming back soon or is Maddox just banishing me from going back to the house?” I asked. He’d already snapped at me for getting on his nerves while he’d been trying to study and told me to leave, which was how I’d found myself at the seagull feeding show.
“He’s on his way back,” Ren confirmed. “But also… Yeah, I think you might be banned,” he admitted, his dark brows drawn together as he regarded me with a bit of sympathy.
I imagined Maddox had probably bitched his ear off about me on the phone or something.
I wasn’t too offended. I was long used to our resident jock’s turbulent mood swings.
I was just glad I wasn’t the one who’d have to fix it.
Grinning, I raised a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s cool. I’ll head up, then.”
I WENT THROUGH Aspen’s toiletries and swiped his soap and shampoo to take into the dorm showers, which I was fairly sure I wasn’t allowed to do, since I technically wasn’t paying to live in the dorms. But if anyone noticed or cared, they didn’t say anything.
Campus security was clearly not a priority at BBU.
The steam in the shower was thickly fragrant with Aspen’s distinct scent, and when I looked at the label on his shampoo, it mentioned pine and cedar. No wonder I was always imagining him in a deep, dark forest.
Breathing in his smell had my whole body sensitive and pulsing, and it made it way too easy to imagine him in there with me. My cock was fully stiff, straining up toward my navel, so bad I had to finish with a blast of cold water just so I wouldn’t have to hobble down the hall back to his room.
Back in there, I tossed and turned on his bed, restless and excited.
I wanted to call him, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t answer me while he was driving.
Or maybe he would, but hearing his voice would be its own kind of torture at the moment.
So I picked out one of his textbooks that was for a class we shared, and dragged it off his desk.
Opening it, I forced myself to try and comprehend the words in front of me. It almost worked, kind of.
When the door opened and he entered, a happy little buzz traveled over me, from the top of my skull to the tip of my toes.
“Hi, Cupcake.”
“Wow,” he observed, shrugging out of his black hoodie and tossing it over the back of a chair. “Look at you, being all productive and well-behaved while you’re waiting.”
I nodded, blinking my eyelashes at him innocently. He didn’t have to know I’d only cracked this book open ten minutes earlier and about seven of those minutes had been spent thinking about him rimming me and then blowing my back out.
“Did you miss me?” I asked, snapping the book closed and setting it on his nightstand.
“You didn’t give me time to miss you,” he responded, leaning a hip onto his desk and regarding me a touch of aloof coolness in his hazel eyes.
That expression had me back to hard and throbbing in an instant, ready to beg or behave or whatever he wanted from me.
“You’ve been blowing up my phone all day. ”
I grinned, trying to look appropriately abashed and knowing it wouldn’t work.
“Well, I missed you.”
“I could tell,” he acknowledged. “What did you miss about me?”
When his fingers started toying with the hem of his shirt, like he was contemplating pulling it off, my abs tightened and my mouth watered.
“Everything. Your face. Your voice. The way you try not to smile when you pretend to be annoyed with me.”
He snorted. “You think I pretend to be annoyed with you?”
“Sometimes.”
He cocked up an eyebrow at my bluntness, but dragged his shirt over his head. The subtle ridges of muscle in his chest and abdomen rippled with the movement, my eyes devouring every inch of his exposed skin before I echoed his action and took mine off too.
“Okay, so we’re just… No prelude,” I determined. “We’re just getting right to it.”
He tilted his head, staring at me as hot sparks rippled through my stomach. “Do you need to be romanced, Caelyx? Should I seduce you?”
“No.” He was pretty much constantly seducing me just by existing in the same room I was in. I was practically panting as I watched him unbutton his jeans and let them drop to the floor. I knew I should peel mine off too, but a brief jolt of nerves stopped me.
“Me neither.” He stepped up to the bed, lifting a knee up onto it. When he leaned down toward me, he stopped.
“Did you use my shampoo?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You have no idea how hard it was not to jerk off in the shower when your smell was, like, permeating my lungs.”
He grinned as he threw a leg over me, straddling my hips and settling his weight on my body. Resting his palms on my chest, he stared down at me with an expression I could only think to describe as affectionate. How many guys got to see that look on his face? It couldn’t have been many.
“I appreciate your restraint, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, shifting on me just enough that his firm butt scraped along the length of my stiff cock. Even through the layer of denim, the sensation made me whimper.
I stroked up his abdomen, my fingers trailing over the textured lines of his top surgery scars, before nudging at his nipples. He twitched on top of me, biting down into his full lower lip as I circled them with my thumbs.
“I seriously love your body,” I breathed out. “You are so fucking hot.”
“I know you do,” he said. It was a simple response, but the genuine confidence in the tone made me happy. There was no doubt in his mind that I was completely fucking gone for him. I was glad he knew that. I’d never been so captivated by anyone before.
He slunk down onto my chest, pressing his lips into my neck and sucking as his hips ground down onto mine again. Letting out a harsh breath, I gripped his slim waist like a lifeline.
“Remember when I told you not to give me a hickey?” He wondered, lifting his mouth off me just to blow a stream of cold air onto the spot he’d dampened. I shivered.
“Leave marks on me. I want you to.”
“Really? You won’t be embarrassed?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Snorting, he rewarded my earnest shamelessness with another kiss to my neck, then sucked hard enough that I had to suppress a little groan. He moved down my collarbone, licking and sucking and biting me, taking his time even though he had to know I was on the verge of exploding.
When he licked one of my nipples, a bolt of pleasure coursed down my chest straight to my balls.
“Ah, wait,” I rasped out. I didn’t cherish the idea of wearing precum-soaked boxers again anytime soon. “Let me take these off.”
“It’s already that bad?” He mused, but he didn’t stop teasing my nipple as it pebbled up against his tongue.
“Getting there,” I panted. His teeth scraped over me, and I bucked up so my cock was smashed between his legs. “Cupcake.”
He relented at my pitiful whine, and carefully lifted off me so I could finish undressing.
When I tugged down my pants and wriggled out of them, his eyes locked onto my stiff dick, where there was already precum beaded at the tip.
Swiping a thumb over my slit to collect it, he lifted it to my mouth so I could suck it off.
“So…” He started, and for just a brief second, I could see doubts flickering over that confidence in his eyes.
I hated that he would have doubts about anything when it came to me.
Hoping to distract him from whatever it was, I drew his thumb back into my mouth, sucking the tip the way he’d done to me in the car.
He seemed to understand, his expression softening a bit.
“When I’ve done this before, I’m the one waiting for him.
And so when the guy gets here, I’m already… Ready.”
Ready. The word lit up in my head like a flashbulb, and I blinked to clear it. He wasn’t… Ready? My confusion must have been obvious on my face, because he stared at me for a few moments before going on.
“My strap-on,” he elaborated.
“Oh! Right. In my defense,” I said, because he’d blinked at me like I was an idiot. “Most of my blood is not being used for brain function right now.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, reaching down and giving my cock a few long, slow strokes. I whimpered, arching into his hand, our intense eye contact only magnifying the sensation. “You do look a little distracted.”
“Oh, fuck. Touch me more,” I pleaded, when he lifted his hand away.
His pretty eyes, ringed with dark eyeliner, danced with amusement but he shook his head, lifting all the way off me and stepping down onto the floor.
“I have something better, if you can be patient for a second.”
“Okay,” I agreed, even though my nerve endings were begging for more stimulation.