27. West #2
“Really fucking good?” I chuckled as he started to move his legs, shoving the sweats the rest of the way down and letting go of me long enough to kick them out of the way. Then he was back, arms around my neck, mouth on mine, and that long, hard cock bumping up alongside mine.
“Damn, JT,” I said as I eyed the bed beside us. “Please tell me you have some lube in this room.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I have lube.”He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle. “I’m a nineteen-year-old guy who had the hottest person on campus give me a handjob last week in class. You don’t think I’ve gotten off to that a time or two this week?”
I liked the sound of that.
I took the bottle from him and walked him back toward his bed, then shoved him down onto it. “Only a time or two, huh?”
As I uncapped the lid, JT scooted up his bed until his head was on the pillow. “Maybe a few more. Can I have some of that?”
I eyed the bottle where it landed and shook my head. “Nope.”
“Nope?”
“That’s right.” I put a knee on the mattress and moved down over him, and as I wrapped my slicked-up hand around JT, understanding dawned.
“West…” He pressed his head back into the pillow and bucked his hips up. “That feels so good.”
“I know.” I rested one of my forearms on the pillow beside his head as I slowly started to stroke him. “But what I do to you next is gonna feel even better.”
He groaned as I crushed my mouth down on top of his, and I swallowed the raw sound as I tasted every delicious part of his mouth.
I knew he was sweet. The samplings I’d had of him over the last few weeks had told me that much. But nothing could’ve prepared me for this adventurous, eager side of him. It was a potent combination, one that had my dick making a sticky mess all over his thigh.
JT speared his fingers through my hair and angled his head for a deeper kiss, and as he propelled his body up to fuck my fist faster, I moved over him to give him something to really rub up against.
JT gasped, the sudden weight pinning him to the mattress and shocking his brain out of the euphoric space it had been caught up in. I rested both arms by his head and lined my cock up with his, and with our eyes locked and our lips inches apart, I slowly started to rock my body over his.
JT panted as his hands came up to my hips and he smoothed his palms over my ass.
“Mmm,” I moved a little faster. “You like that?”
JT nodded and squeezed tighter.
“Want to keep going?” Please say yes. Please say yes.
“Yes.”
Thank fucking God. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I brought my slick hand down between us and trailed my fingers along the underside of his cock to his balls. JT shot up off the mattress.
“Kiss me,” I said, wanting to distract him with something that was familiar.
As our tongues dueled, I began to gently play with the sensitive sac between his legs. I fondled and teased him, making him tremble under my hands, and when I slid a finger further down to his virgin hole and pushed inside, I muffled his shout with a kiss designed to obliterate any and all thought.
The next thing I knew, one of JT’s legs was moving around my waist, and he pulled himself up in an attempt to get closer.
Closer to my mouth, closer to my cock, and closer to the hand that was burrowed between his thighs.
I could feel his ass pulsing around my finger in time to his throbbing dick, and as I started to slide it out, I found the exact spot to make him lose his damn mind.
JT tore his mouth free, his eyes glazed, and as I continued to massage that magical bundle of nerves, his breathing started to come fast.
“ There it is…” I winked at him. “Now, to get the most out of this, you’re gonna want to use me. Rub yourself all over me, Golden Boy. Make a mess of me.”
JT groaned and hooked his leg a little tighter at my waist, and I grinned.
“Yeah, just like that.”
I gave him my tongue to suck on as I went back to driving him wild. I wanted this first experience of his to be something mind-blowing, something he’d never forget. I wanted him to come out on the other side of this wanting and craving more.
More kissing. More sex. More me.
JT punched his hips up against me, grinding his slick, sticky length all over mine. As I fingered him to an orgasm that made cum shoot out of him so hard it caught on our chins, my balls clenched and I exploded all over his cock and stomach.
It was hot as hell and messy as fuck, and as I stared down at JT’s kiss-swollen lips and blissed-out expression, I felt something shift—and it wasn’t the mattress.
Usually after a moment like this I’d be working out the easiest way to get up and get gone. But as I brushed a sweaty curl back from JT’s face and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, I was trying my hardest to think of a reason to stay.
Fuck. That wasn’t part of the plan at all. Not even a little bit. This was a bet. Nothing more. But when JT closed his eyes and whispered, “Don’t leave yet,” I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere.
After all, the night was young, and if he wanted to explore some more, I was more than happy to offer myself up to him.
That was what I was telling myself, anyway.