21. Ryan
Ryan
The rest of the academic year passed in a flurry of revision, exams, and sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
Right now, it was the small hours of the morning. I was on my back on my bed, biting my knuckles to try and stifle my moans.
There was a slurping noise as Dominic lifted his mouth off my cock to smirk up at me. “Shadow, you’ve gotta be quieter than that.”
I glared down at him mutinously, removing my hand so I could speak. “Not my fault. It’s not like I’ve experienced this before.”
My toes curled as Dominic licked up the side of my shaft. “If I’d known it would drive you this crazy, I would’ve given you a blowjob sooner.”
His tongue toyed with my slit and my teeth sank back into my knuckles. I’d be lucky if there weren’t bruises there tomorrow.
“Hmm.” Dominic reached for something out of sight. “I wanna see what else makes you scream.”
“I thought you wanted me to be quiet.”
He smirked. “That’s why you’re going to grab a pillow.”
Fuuuuck. Never thought I’d get off on the idea of Dominic telling me what to do. Then again, I’d never thought he’d be between my thighs, driving me crazy with his mouth.
I felt around the bed until my hand landed on a pillow. Holding it over my face, I automatically breathed in, to be rewarded with a potent hit of Dominic. His aftershave, shampoo, and something else that was undeniably him. Made sense given this was the pillow he slept on every night.
Next to me.
Some days I still didn’t believe it.
Pleasure hummed up my spine as my cock sank into the warmth of Dominic’s mouth again. I was so lost in the sensation that I didn’t register what his hand was doing at first.
But as a cool finger brushed over the tightly furled skin of my hole, I jumped like I’d been electrocuted. “Fuck!”
Dominic paused. “This okay?”
Was it? My skin felt as though it was on fire, and my heart was racing so fast it couldn’t be healthy. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Good. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
He caressed the skin again and I moaned into the pillow. A million nerve endings were firing all at once, making me wonder why we’d never done this before.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Dominic enveloped my shaft again. Despite this being his first time, he wasn’t holding anything back. He approached it the same way he did everything—with confidence and complete belief that he’d be good at it.
He wasn’t wrong.
Another moan left me. Jesus, at this rate I’d need a gag, not a pillow. Hopefully everyone was asleep. It was why we’d waited until it was so late in the first place.
We’d both learned that I couldn’t be quiet, no matter how hard I tried. Not that I tried very hard. There was no incentive really, not when Dominic liked to hear the noises I made.
What I wouldn’t give for a night alone with Dominic. Just one night when no one could overhear us.
Roll on October. I might have flatmates then, but hopefully the walls would be thicker than the ones here. At least then, if we were overheard, it wouldn’t bring our whole world crashing down around us.
There was pressure on my hole. Enough to make me tense. It felt like too much already, and he wasn’t even inside me. Did I want more?
An image of him fucking me flashed through my mind. Of his face contorted in pleasure as he hammered into me. My legs around his waist as I revelled in the knowledge that I was the one making him lose control. That it was me making him feel so good.
Yeah, I wanted more.
Dominic didn’t push. Instead, he bobbed his head faster, increasing the suction on my cock.
Only when I was fully relaxed did his finger move again. My hips tried to squirm as he slipped past the tight ring of muscle, but I held myself still.
Dominic lifted his head to place filthy, open-mouthed kisses on my balls. My fingers spasmed against the cotton of the pillowcase, the overwhelming sensations threatening to undo me.
That was when his finger slid deeper. I tensed again automatically, the burn making me hiss.
“Okay, Shadow?” Even with the pillow muffling his voice, I could hear his concern.
I lifted the pillow and gulped down some much-needed fresh air. “Yes. Just go slow.”
My cock twitched at the sight of him between my legs, his lips swollen and puffy, eyes heavy-lidded, pupils dilated.
And, best of all, his hand hidden in my most secret place. Somewhere I hadn’t thought I’d let anyone touch.
Letting Dominic touch me there felt right.
“Put the pillow back,” Dominic rasped, lowering his head. “I want to try something.”
I was still reeling from the last thing he’d tried, but I did as he asked anyway. Dominic hadn’t steered me wrong yet. I knew he’d never hurt me.
Who knew that a universe existed where I trusted Dominic this implicitly?
The cotton smothered my face again, Dominic’s scent grounding me.
The next few minutes were lost in sensation as he slowly worked the tip of his finger in and out of me.
I didn’t know if I loved the stretch or hated it.
Dominic’s mouth kept my erection from flagging though, and coupled with the burn in my hole, I couldn’t tell which way was up.
My breath was robbed from me as he pushed deeper.
Fuck. I felt like I was being split open, and he was only using one finger.
I’d never survive his cock. Why did people do this?
I’d watched enough porn now to know that men who bottomed appeared to enjoy it.
Well, they certainly moaned like they were.
Were they all faking, or was I missing something?
Sweat was running down my temples. Oh god, it was too much. I couldn’t take it. I opened my mouth to tell Dominic to stop.
And that was when he hit something new. Something that was the equivalent of setting off a thousand fireworks in my nervous system.
Incoherent moans left my lips as my back arched off the bed. My hips ground down, chasing the sensation. I wanted more. Needed it.
Dominic growled around my cock, his finger moving faster.
He rubbed the spot he’d found incessantly, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me.
There was no time for me to warn him before I was coming hard, my vision turning white.
I held on to the pillow, shoving it against my mouth in the hope that it’d muffle my screams.
Huh. Maybe I would be a noisy bottom after all.
“Holy shit,” I wheezed, lifting the pillow off my face and staring down at Dominic in disbelief. “What was that?”
He grinned. “I believe that’s known as your prostate.”
Dominic used his spare hand to swipe at his lips, catching errant drops of cum. He groaned. “You have no right to taste this good, Shadow.”
My spent cock twitched. “I can’t believe you swallowed on your first time.”
“So did you. Can’t let someone else one-up me, not even you.” He carefully and slowly withdrew his finger. I breathed through my nose, the burn not as pleasant as it had been a moment ago. “Think we need to do some more practise before you’re up for taking me.”
My mouth dried out. We’d hinted at penetration, but never addressed it so openly. “You want to do that?”
“Fuck yeah.” Dominic palmed the erection tenting his sleep shorts. “Kind of obsessed with the idea, to be honest. Keep thinking about what it’d be like to bury myself inside you and fill you up. But only if you want it.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah, Dom. I want it.”
It was eleven thirty p.m., and Dominic wasn’t here.
I tapped my pen on the desk as I checked my phone for the thousandth time. Nothing.
I pulled my textbook over and tried to concentrate. Exams started next week, and I was trying to cram in as much last-minute revision as possible. Maybe Dominic was at home doing the same. It wasn’t like we’d made plans to see each other tonight or anything.
Then again, we hadn’t made plans any other night either. Never stopped Dominic appearing around half ten, if not before, and sleeping here.
He’s probably still out with Max, I reminded myself. They had plans this evening, remember?
I knew this, but it wasn’t helping. There was a nagging sensation in my gut that just wouldn’t fuck off. A feeling that something was…wrong.
I exhaled sharply, trying to focus, but it was no good.
The words were jumping around on the page.
Slamming the book shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Everything was fine. Dominic was probably still at Josh’s with Max, gaming away.
Or maybe the exam fear had finally hit him and he’d decided to go home to revise.
Then why hasn’t he messaged?
I clicked my phone open, going to our thread. We didn’t message often—we spent too much time together for it to be necessary. My gaze rested on the last text in the thread, the one I’d sent an hour ago.
RYAN
You coming over tonight?
That wasn’t too needy, right? I mean, we’d been together for two months now. I could ask him what his plans were.
“Get a grip, Ryan,” I muttered in disgust, tossing my phone aside. “Your life doesn’t revolve around Dominic.”
I knew it shouldn’t, but what if I wanted it to?
Fuck it. I should try and get some sleep. Dominic would either turn up or he wouldn’t. Me sitting here stewing wasn’t going to change things.
I stood and stretched, my muscles protesting being sat still for so long. It had been needed though. Up until ten o’clock, I’d got some solid revision in. I was quietly confident about the upcoming tests. Dominic’s mantra helped.
“You don’t quit, Shadow. That’s not what we do. We’re fighters, and we keep fighting.”
Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. My head whipped around as my pulse quickened. Since when does Dominic come up the stairs? It’s Max.
The excitement faded as fast as it had arrived. I stared at my door, biting on my lip. Would it be weird if I asked Max if Dom was okay?
Yes, it would be fucking weird. And it’d make him suspicious.