Chapter 16
Blaze
I glanced away from the TV screen toward my cracked bedroom door when it began to slowly push inward.
And then, there he was. Jaxon was still in his gym shorts and plain white tee, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
His dark hair was a mess on his head, and he was chewing nervously on his bottom lip.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, sitting up so I could lean my back against the headboard.
I bet I already knew the answer though. I’d teased him earlier, and now, he wanted me to do something about it.
But Jaxon, while bold, had always still been just a little more shy than I ever could hope to be.
Even back in high school and during frat parties, I’d been his wingman, helping him get laid.
He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. I had to bite back my smirk. Fuck, he was cute when he was sexually frustrated and annoyed with me. “You know what,” he grumbled.
I crooked my finger at him. “Lose the shirt, and come here.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before he gripped the hem of his shirt and slowly tugged it over his head, revealing his flat stomach, broad chest, and defined arms. When he dropped it to the floor, he slowly made his way to me.
I leaned forward when he pressed his knees into the mattress and gripped his hips, yanking him forward so he straddled my hips and was seated on my lap.
And fuck, the way his eyes widened when he felt how hard I already was for him…
“Blaze…” he whispered, his voice strangled. His fingers spasmed where they’d landed on my shoulders. I could feel his own erection swelling against my lower abdomen, telling me all I really needed to know.
We might not be attracted to other men, but we were one hundred percent attracted to each other. He was easily the hottest person I’d ever laid my eyes on. And those glasses one-hundred fucking percent did it for me.
I cocked my head to the side the slightest bit as I trailed the fingertips of my right hand away from his hip and toward the drawstring on the front of his shorts. His breath hitched, and he licked his lips. “You needed something?” I questioned.
“I…” he groaned when I slipped my fingers inside his waistband, teasing the skin just above his cock. “Fuck, Blaze.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, dipping my hand inside entirely so I could stroke the velvety softness of his hard length.
I’d seen him enough times in the showers after practice to know how large he was when soft, and we’d shared enough women in the past couple of years that I knew his body like the back of my hand.
Jaxon was not a grower, and I was a bit glad.
Because fuck, he was impressive when hard—long and thick.
“Think you can get these off?” I asked him. “Then, I’ll give us both what we want.”
He eagerly nodded his head and leaned up on his knees, tugging his shorts off without ever leaving his position over my thighs.
I slipped my sweats down just enough to get my cock free, then snatched the lube out of my nightstand drawer.
We wouldn’t be having actual sex tonight, but fuck if I didn’t plan to get us both off.
He settled back on my thighs, and I hummed, stroking my free hand up his muscular, hairy thigh. “Good boy.” He shivered, and his cock leaked where it was resting against my own. I swallowed a groan. “You good?”
He nodded. “So good,” he rasped.
I grinned and uncapped the bottle of lube. “Well, you’re about to be even better,” I promised. “I’ve been doing research.”
He groaned. “So have I.” We both sucked in a sharp breath when the cool lube trickled over our cocks.
Capping the bottle once more, I tossed it aside, then gripped our lengths in my fist. He shuddered, his lips parting.
When I slid my fist down and thrust up, he whined, his eyelids fluttering closed.
His hands tightened on my shoulders, and he leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine as I worked us over.
Every time I slid my fist over us, I thrust forward.
And finally, he caught the rhythm and moved with me, his hot breath fanning over my cheeks.
Tilting my chin up, I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We moaned and moved faster. My balls were drawing up tight to my body. I was so fucking close, but I needed him to come with me. Wanted to feel his cum mixing with mine and sliding along my cock.
“Come on, baby,” I rasped, panting now. My heart was hammering in my chest. “Come for me. I need—”
He groaned long and low, his cock throbbing between us and his hips falling off rhythm. Sinking my teeth into his bottom lip, I moaned and came with him, our cum slicking down our cocks every time I shuttled my fist over us.
He slumped forward, tucking his face into the curve of my neck. I wrapped my free arm around him, still breathing hard, sweat glistening on my skin. “Holy… fuck,” I breathed. I hadn’t even been inside him, and that was, by far, the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
Jaxon nodded. “I think that’s the hottest orgasm I’ve ever had,” he confessed, speaking my mind. Pressing a kiss to my throat, he muttered, “We need to clean up, and then, I want to sleep.” He audibly swallowed. “Here… with you. If that’s okay.”
I tightened my arm around him and nuzzled his throat, inhaling the scent of him. “As if I’d ever let you sleep alone again, baby.”