Chapter 25 #2
He presses his wrists together.
“Hold them up for me.”
He lifts his hands, and I yank the restraint out of my pocket.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I rasp in his ear.
He whimpers and holds still as I loop the restraints over his wrists and yank the ends tight.
Gripping the connecting piece between the loops of the restraints, I pin his wrists to the bed with one hand and grip my dick with the other. My dick slipped out of him when he started struggling, but it only takes a second to find my mark and push into him again.
He moans low as I sink all the way inside him. I hold there for a few beats, then pull almost all the way out. He whimpers when I pause, then cries out when I drive my dick back inside him.
Keeping his lower body immobilized with my legs and feet wrapped around his, I slip my free hand under his arm and cover his mouth as I find my rhythm.
He stops trying to quiet his cries now that my hand is there to muffle them, and he relaxes under me as I fuck him as hard and fast as I can.
I’ve had a few hours to recover since the game ended, but I still played my ass off, and the familiar burn of fatigue is already creeping up on me.
I shift so my thrusts are shorter and harder, and the change eases some of the ache building in my legs and torso.
West is moaning up a storm under my hand, and the occasional muffled cry and garbled word is music to my ears as I fuck him like both of our lives depend on it.
Everything about this is too much, and living out one of my fantasies while giving West one of his makes every moment that much more incredible.
I hold out for as long as I can, but instead of rushing us toward our releases, I abruptly pull out of him.
He lets out a startled cry, then another when I flip him onto his back and yank off his sleep pants.
His eyes widen as they lock on mine. He spreads his legs, and I settle between his thighs, trapping his arms above his head with one hand and sliding my dick back inside him with the other.
He arches into me as our bodies come together again, and he feels so damn good I have to bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t get close as I start moving.
He doesn’t break eye contact as I fuck him, and watching his eyes go from lustful and needy to desperate and dazed is almost too hot, and I’m the one who has to eventually look away so I don’t come.
His cries and moans are getting louder, and I feel his body tightening under and around me. He’s getting close, and I don’t stop him when he rocks his hips under me to get some extra friction on his dick.
“You ready?” I half grunt, half ask. I’m too close and too tired to draw things out. I need to come, but first, I need to make him come.
He makes a soft mewling sound, and I tug his hands up by the restraint so he can loop his arms over my head.
West practically molds himself to me, and I wrap my arms under him and hold on tight as I dig deep and slam into him as hard and as fast as I dare.
We’re both making way too much noise, and so is his bed as it smacks against the wall, but a small part of me loves knowing that anyone outside his door can hear us because then they’d know he’s mine. That I’m the one who makes him feel this good.
He’s whimpering under me, and I’m pretty sure I’m making some weird as fuck noises too, but I’m too far gone to care about anything other than getting West off so we can both come.
I shift the angle of my hips, and he immediately cries out as my dick drags over his prostate.
“That’s it,” I whisper and rub the soft material of the mask against his cheek. “Come for me. Come on my cock and show me who this ass belongs to.”
He lets out a choked cry and shudders under me, and a moment later, his inner walls tighten, and he comes with my name on his lips as he shoots between our bodies.
I come only seconds later, my orgasm hitting hard and fast and stealing my breath as I empty inside him.
When we’re both done coming, I shift my arms under his body to take some of my weight off him and press my face into his neck as he slowly comes down and comes back to me.
“Holy goddamn fucking shit,” he mumbles dreamily.
I huff out a laugh. “That good?”
“Whatever word means better than good,” he says, sounding a little bit more with it. “That’s what that was.”
I brush my covered lips against his cheek, then pull off my mask so I can give him a real kiss.
He eagerly meets me kiss for kiss, and his happy little sigh when I pull away makes something deep inside me clench.
“That was so hot.”
“As good as your fantasies?” I ask.
“Better,” he says with a goofy smile.
“Let’s get your hands free.”
He pulls his arms from around my neck, and I loosen the loops enough so I can slip them off.
“Wait here. I’ll get you some wipes,” I press a quick kiss against his cheek and climb off him.
The front of my sweater is covered in cum, so I strip it off and toss it on the floor before grabbing a couple of wet wipes out of the packet in his bedside table. I quickly clean myself up, then tuck my dick away and bring the others to him.
West cleans himself up, his eyes wide with confusion as he watches me strip off my sweats and shirt and drop them on the seat of his desk chair.
“Done?” I ask.
He hands me the balled-up wipes, and I toss them in the trash.
“You’re not leaving?” he asks as I pull back the covers and slide into bed with him.
“Nope.” I hold out my arm, and he eagerly slides into my embrace.
“What time is it?” he asks, already sounding sleepy as he snuggles into my chest.
“Late,” I tell him. “Or early, depending on how you look at things.”
“I’m going to pretend that made sense because it’s late, or early, and you fried my brain with that O.”
I laugh softly and rest my cheek on the top of his head. “Fair enough.”
“How long can you stay?” he mumbles, already falling asleep.
“As long as you want me to.”
“What if I want you to stay all night?” he asks, sounding completely out of it.
“Then I’ll stay all night.” I brush my lips against his temple.
He mumbles something I can’t make out and lazily rubs his lips against my neck.
I wait until he’s asleep again, then roll him over so he’s on his side and I can spoon him from behind. He wiggles back into me, and I settle behind him.
I’ve never shared a bed with anyone after sex, but instead of feeling crowded or like I need some space, holding him like this feels completely natural.
West’s breathing evens out, and I close my eyes as the exhaustion from my day finally catches up to me, and I fall asleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Dragged out of sleep by the blaring alarm, the first thing I notice is the warm body plastered against my side, and it takes a few seconds for the haze to clear as I blink my eyes open.
“Uuummggghhhh.” West groans and presses his face into my pec.
I gently brush his fluffy hair back from where the ends tickle my face, and he freezes, like he’s just realizing he’s not alone.
“Morning,” I say, my voice rough and raspy from sleep.
He slowly lifts his head. “Morning,” he says, his lips tilting up in a little smile.
“Where’s your alarm?” I ask just as it starts beeping again.
“My phone.” He waves toward his bedside table.
“I got it,” I say, untangling myself from him.
He lies back on the bed as I climb over him and grab his phone from the table.
He takes it as I settle on his other side and turns it off.
“How much time before you have to leave for class?” I ask as I pull him against my side again.
“About thirty minutes.” He rests his cheek against my pec.
“Will that give you enough time to get something to eat?”
He nods against my chest. “I usually grab a coffee and one of the boxed breakfasts and eat when I get to class.”
“I should let you get ready,” I say, but don’t bother moving.
“Probably,” he says, sounding miserable. “Hopefully my shower will wake me up because I am not feeling this class today.”
“I’d take one with you, but we ended up being late the last time we tried that with a thirty-minute time limit.”
“And now I’m going to be thinking about that all morning on top of what happened last night.”
“Sorry, not sorry.”
“I don’t want to move. You’re really warm and comfortable.”
“So are you. But you need to get to class. And I’m going to stay right here until you’re done to make sure you don’t go back to sleep. Then I’m going to go back to my room and sleep for an hour.”
He lightly slaps my stomach. “Asshole.”
“Guilty.”
Silence stretches between us. I don’t want to get up, but West has to get ready for class.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
West lets out a loud groan and grabs his phone off the bed so he can turn his alarm off.
“That was my ‘get the fuck up now, lazyhead’ alarm.” He tosses his phone back on the bed.
“Is that your only backup alarm?”
“I’ve got three more that will go off in the next five minutes,” he says. “I’m really bad at getting up in the mornings.”
I gently tip his face up and give him a soft kiss. He sighs against my lips, and we’re both smiling when I finally pull away.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
He lets out a loud groan and drops his forehead onto my shoulder. I laugh and smack a loud kiss against his temple.
“Time to get up,” I tell him.
He grumbles something I can’t make out, but dutifully pushes himself up and scrubs a hand through his fluffy hair.
Silently, he climbs out of bed, and his neck and chest go soft pink as I watch him pull on his sleep pants from last night.
“Are you going to be here when I get out?” he asks.
“I’ll be here,” I assure him.
“Okay. “I’ll just go…” He points at his bathroom.
“Do you need some motivation?” I ask when he doesn’t move.
“Couldn’t hurt,” he says with a little smile.
I pull back the covers. “Will thinking of this help?”
His eyes flare with heat as he drops his gaze to my morning wood, but he quickly shakes his head and shoots me a mock glare as his own erection bobs under his sleep pants. “No, that will definitely not help.”
I give him an innocent smile and cover myself again. “My bad.”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s chuckling as he strides into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
I lay back against his pillows and stare up at the ceiling. I could try to catch a quick catnap while he’s getting ready, but there’s no point. Once I’m awake, I’m up for the day, and I don’t nap unless I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open.
Instead of checking my phone or doing something productive, I slip my hands under my head and enjoy just loafing in bed while I wait for West to finish getting ready.
He eventually comes out of the bathroom with nothing but a fluffy blue towel wrapped low around his waist.
“Hey,” he says, like he’s surprised to see me.
“Hey.” I sit up and drag my gaze up and down his body elevator-style. “You look good wet.”
“Maybe next time I’ll set my alarm early so you can join me?” he asks, his voice heavy with uncertainly.
“Definitely.” I toss the covers back and swing my legs over the side.
I take my time getting dressed while West unabashedly watches, but instead of grabbing my soiled hoodie, I swipe the one he was wearing yesterday up from where it’s draped over the back of his desk chair.
He watches, an amused look on his face, as I pull his sweater on and lay mine over the chair instead.
“Trade ya,” I say with a grin and cross over to where he’s standing.
He tips his face up to accept my kiss, and it takes way more effort than it should to step back from him.
“See ya around.”
He smiles. “Bye.”
I drag my gaze up and down his body again, taking one last chance to check him out, then grab my phone, mask, and restraints. With one more look at West, I shove my things into my hoodie pocket and head toward his door.
It’s so early I don’t bother looking around as I step into the hall and pull my hood up.
I wasn’t sure I’d like sharing a bed with West, but that was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time, and we’re definitely going to be doing that again now that I know how much I enjoy waking up with him.