Chapter 43 #2
The corridor outside the rink is empty, the hum of the lights the only sound between us. Every few steps, our shoulders brush, and each touch feels deliberate. The cool air waiting beyond the doors hits like a reset, cutting through the heat that’s still humming under my skin.
We walk the familiar path toward the dorms—same cracked sidewalk, same wind snapping at our jackets—but it feels different. Because Max is holding my hand in broad daylight on campus, where anyone could see.
Max’s thumb keeps tracing circles against my palm. “You sure you’re good with this?” he asks quietly.
“Good?” I glance up at him. “Pretty sure ‘good’ doesn’t cover it.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, eyes flicking toward the ground. “I just… I don’t want this to feel like it’s rushing.”
“It doesn’t,” I say. “It feels like catching up.”
He looks over then, and whatever answer he finds in my face must be enough, because he squeezes my hand and doesn’t let go until we reach the dorm doors.
Inside, the hallway is warm and still smells faintly of burnt popcorn and coffee that someone must have made in the lounge down the hall. A couple of students pass, earbuds in, oblivious. We take the stairs, the sound of our footsteps syncing until we’re both half-smiling.
I stop in front of my door and let go of his hand long enough to fish out the keycard to let us inside. He follows me in, kicking the door shut behind us. Pausing to take in my undecorated room.
“Looks like something’s missing,” he says.
“Aww, are you saying you miss Christmas?”
“With you, it’s Christmas every day—and I’m pretty sure it’s become my favorite holiday.”
He says it with a grin, but he’s already moving closer, one slow step at a time. His fingers find the edge of my jacket, sliding it off my shoulders before I can answer. The fabric hits the floor, soft against the quiet thud of his shoes as he toes them off.
“Oh yeah?” I manage, backing up a half-step when he tugs gently at my sleeve.
“Mm-hmm.” He leans in, presses a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth, another along my jaw. “Lights, glitter, a little too much sugar—fits you.”
I laugh, breath catching when his mouth finds the hollow just below my ear. “You’re comparing me to Christmas?”
“To everything I can’t resist.”
Pushing his jacket to the floor with mine, my hands find the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as he goes to his knees.
I tug it free and drop it into the growing pile, as he flicks the button of my jeans open and slides down the zipper.
He pulls them down slowly, kissing the trail of skin he uncovers, until the words I meant to say dissolve somewhere between his mouth on my happy trail and my dry mouth.
If I weren’t already hard as a rock, I’d be there the second his tongue slips out and licks at the line of my oblique.
“Mmmm, you taste like sugar.”
I let out a broken laugh as his fingers wrap around my length and he swipes his flat tongue over my crown. Then sucks me between his lips. Shit. My hips jerk forward, sinking further into his hot mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, tangling my fingers into his hair.
He leans back, releasing me to say, “Sit down before your knees give out, Princess.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I shuffle back until my legs hit my bed and drop down. He reaches for my shoes the second I’m sitting and pulls them off, my jeans and boxers following quickly after.
His hands trace up my legs, slow and sure, spreading heat everywhere they touch. By the time he settles between my knees, my pulse is a steady roar in my ears.
He moves in again, slower this time, every touch deliberate. The world goes quiet—just the sound of breath, the slide of his fingers along my shaft, the faint scrape of his stubble against my thigh. It’s dizzying, grounding, too much, and exactly what I need.
My head tips back, a shudder working through me as he finds a rhythm that pulls everything tight inside my chest.
Then his mouth is on me. He relaxes his throat, dipping all the way down, until I can feel his breath on my skin.
When he swallows around my head, I let out another groan of pleasure, my balls tightening.
And if I thought that was good, when he glides his fingers over my taint, I think I’m going to pass out.
“You’re going to make me come.”
He hums, and my breath catches in my throat.
My entire body tenses as I explode into his mouth, my cum pulsing out of me as he continues to swallow and suck me through my orgasm.
When he releases me from between his lips, he presses a soft kiss to my hip bone, then naval, working his way up my chest as he rises.
Then he takes my mouth in a rough needy kiss that has me twitching against my stomach.
I push down his joggers and briefs, needing to feel all of him against me. He shifts to help me, his cock dragging along my stomach as he does. His hips shift into mine, the drag of his hard length along my semi hard dick almost too much.
I break off the kiss, nipping at his lower lip as I do. “I got tested. It came back, and I’m clean.”