Chapter 16
16
TORE
Johan Cruyff, one of the most famous Dutch players and coaches, had a well-known saying: every downside has its upside . Luke’s grandmother had passed away, which was super sad. He’d been crying when his mom had called him, and then, still sniffing, he’d packed his bag to go home for the weekend.
The upside, however, was that I had my dorm room all to myself, an opportunity I wanted to take full advantage of. In the two weeks since we’d agreed to work it out of our systems—whatever “it” was—Farron and I had managed two quick hook-ups, both hurried since we didn’t have time or privacy. But now we could have both, so I sent him a message.
Luke’s gone for the weekend. Would you like to come over?
The response came almost instantly.
Hell yeah. Be there at eight.
A thrill shot through me. He wanted this as much as I did.
I leapt into action, surveying my dorm room with fresh eyes. It wasn’t exactly cozy, but I was determined to make it as inviting as possible. I hastily changed the sheets on my narrow bed, opting for the soft, Egyptian cotton set I’d brought from home. The familiar scent of lavender fabric softener filled the air as I smoothed out every wrinkle.
Next, I tackled the clutter, sweeping stray papers and books into drawers. I arranged a few scented candles on my desk, their soft glow lending the room a warm, intimate atmosphere. Or was that too much? Farron had made it clear that all he wanted was sex. But did that mean I couldn’t make it a nice experience?
My cheeks flushed as I considered what might happen. Would Farron want to go further than we had before? The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I’d thought about it a lot, and if he wanted to, I was ready for more.
With trembling hands, I reached into the back of my closet, retrieving the discreet, black bag I’d hidden there. After our conversation under the bleachers, I’d bought the contents on a whim, face burning as I’d placed my order online. Now, I took the contents into the bathroom and showered, taking extra care to ensure every inch of my body was clean, including the parts I hoped would see some action later.
Back in my room, I put a condom and a bottle of lube on the bedside table in case Farron wanted to explore beyond hand jobs and blowjobs. I wasn’t getting my hopes up, but if the opportunity arose—pun intended—I wouldn’t pass it up.
I changed my outfit three times before settling on a soft, blue sweater that brought out my eyes. I styled my hair, willing my hands to stop shaking. It was just Farron.
Except it was so much more than that, wasn’t it? This was the boy who made my heart race, who filled my thoughts day and night, and whose arrival I was literally counting down to. This had disaster written all over it.
Despite expecting it, a knock at the door at eight sharp made me jump. I took a deep breath, straightened my sweater, and reached for the handle. There he stood, his broad frame filling the doorway, dark hair tousled from the autumn wind. Our eyes met and the world seemed to fall away. The intensity in his gaze sent a jolt through me, igniting every nerve ending.
“Hello,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Won’t you come in?”
Farron nodded, a hint of a smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “Hey, Tore.”
As he brushed past me, his scent hit me, and I inhaled it deeply. I closed the door, my fingers lingering on the handle as I steadied myself.
When I turned, Farron was eyeing my meticulously cleaned room. “Damn, did you hire a maid or something?”
Heat crept up my neck. “I, ah, tidied up a bit. Wanted it to be nice for you.”
Farron’s eyes softened. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” I took a step closer to him.
Farron’s gaze dropped to my lips, and I leaned in, drawn by an invisible force. Our lips met, softly at first, then with increasing urgency. I gasped as Farron’s strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him.
My fingers tangled in his hair as our kisses deepened, tongues exploring, tasting. Farron nipped at my lower lip, eliciting a moan I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck, Tore,” Farron breathed against my neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I arched into him, reveling in the feeling of his solid body against mine. “The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you.”
Farron’s hands slipped under my sweater, calloused fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.
As we fumbled with clothing, I marveled at how right this felt. How perfectly we fit together. A part of me wanted to tell Farron how I felt, to lay my heart bare. But I held back, afraid words would ruin everything. Instead, I poured every ounce of my growing affection into our kisses, hoping Farron could feel what I couldn’t yet say.
In between kisses, the last of our clothing came off, and we stood naked. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. Nothing had ever felt more right.
I pulled back slightly, my heart racing. Farron’s eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving.
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. “I want you to… I mean, if you’re amenable… I’m willing to bottom for you.”
Farron’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock. “You… what?”
I felt my cheeks flush but pressed on. “If you want to fuck me, I’d be okay with that.”
For a moment, Farron just stared at me, his expression unreadable. “Have you ever…?”
“No, but I want you to be my first.”
Farron exhaled sharply. “Fuck, Tore. That’s… I didn’t expect…”
“We don’t have to,” I said quickly, ignoring the pang of disappointment in my chest.
“I want to.” Farron’s eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made me shiver. “Fuck yes, I want to.”
Relief and excitement flooded me. Farron cupped my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. When he pulled back, a tenderness in his eyes made my heart skip. I’d never seen him look at me that way. “You sure about this?” he asked softly.
I nodded, unable to form words. Farron’s thumb traced my lower lip, and I melted into his touch. “We’ll take it slow, all right? I’ve never done this, so tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
A little chuckle escaped me. “Neither have I, so I probably wouldn’t know.”
More of that softness that had my insides all aflutter. “We’ll figure it out, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hurt. That was the one thing I was apprehensive about. My research had taught me that not everyone enjoyed anal and that, for some people, it hurt beyond what was pleasurable. What if I was one of them?
“Will you tell me if it’s too much?” Farron asked.
I nodded again, desire and nervousness warring within me. Farron led me toward the bed, then gently pushed me onto the mattress. I lay back on the bed, my heart racing as Farron’s eyes roved over my body. He joined me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he captured my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth, arching against him, craving more contact.
Farron’s hands explored my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His dark eyes bore into mine as he reached for the lube. My cheeks flushed, but I didn’t look away. I wanted him, craved him, needed him more than I’d ever desired anything.
Farron coated his fingers in the cool gel and then guided my legs apart. He knelt between my thighs, those deep, brown eyes never leaving mine. He leaned in, brushing a featherlight kiss against my inner thigh before trailing lower. I gasped, arching my hips involuntarily as his lips danced across my hole. It felt… good. So very good.
Then his finger was there, slick against me as it rubbed, softened, and teased. He sank it inside me, easier than I had expected, and I breathed out, closing my eyes. The intrusion was foreign but not unpleasant, and I had no trouble relaxing as he fucked me with his finger.
He added a second finger, which stung, but only for a moment. When he slid both fingers inside me as deep as he could, he brushed against a spot that lit up every nerve in my body. I moaned louder than I had intended, and he froze.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “That was… I’ve never felt anything like it.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Like this?”
He did it again, and it was like fireworks went off inside my ass. “Gods, yes. Right there.”
Farron pumped his two fingers, ensuring he hit that spot on every single stroke, and his name spilled from my lips as he teased and tormented me. Every slide of his fingers left me arching my back and begging for more. I’d never imagined anything could feel this good, this right.
“Farron,” I panted, “I want you inside me. Please.”
He didn’t make me wait. Instead, he sat back and reached for the condom. He rolled it on with ease, then, after a brief hesitation, added more lube. When he checked in with me, I nodded. I was so ready for him.
He palmed my thighs, spreading me wide as he positioned himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes, his own darkened with lust and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Breathe,” he told me, and so I did.
When he pushed against my hole, I closed my eyes. I’d had sex before—though with girls, obviously—but somehow, that had never felt this intimate. I breathed out and bore down, as I had read, and my body gave way as he popped past that first resistance.
He was inside me. Farron was inside me.
I’d expected him to push deeper, but he waited, not moving until I’d opened my eyes.
“You good?”
I nodded. “Please, continue.”
He snorted. “Please, continue? Like I’m giving a speech?”
My cheeks heated. “I meant…”
He leaned in and kissed me, such a casual, affectionate gesture that it took my breath away. “I knew what you meant. It was funny, is all.”
The smile on my face transformed into a grimace as he sank deeper. For a moment, the stretching, burning sensation consumed me. I clenched my teeth, my nails digging into the mattress as I tried to adjust to the sensation of him filling me so completely.
“Tore?” Farron’s voice held a hint of panic.
“One sec. I need one moment to…”
I willed my body to relax against the discomfort, and once I breathed out, that stinging ebbed away, making space for the most incredible sense of fullness. “Deeper. Go deeper.”
He inched in farther until he was buried to the hilt. Some discomfort lingered, but strangely enough, it was intertwined with pleasure, as if the two were somehow inseparable. The promise of more coursed through my body, helping me relax. “You can move.”
He was so much more careful than I had expected, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved slowly, filling me with precise, deep thrusts. Even the memories of the pain melted away, replaced by a euphoric high that radiated from my ass outward.
The room filled with the sounds of our gasps and moans, skin against skin. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed yet so utterly safe in someone’s arms. The way Farron looked at me, touched me, made me feel… It might be sex for him, but for me, it was a thousand times more. I was falling for him, hard and fast.
My hips bucked upward as I sought more of his delicious friction, and a litany of pleas spilled from my mouth. “Farron… Oh, so good… Mmm, yes, right there… Oh gods, harder!”
Farron grunted and moaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he moved faster and with more force, his hips rutting against mine in a primal rhythm that shook us both. “You feel amazing. So fucking tight and hot.”
I’d never realized that bringing someone else pleasure could enhance my own, but it did, those simple words setting my whole body on fire. My orgasm built slowly in my belly, my balls, at the base of my cock, which lay untouched, caught between our bodies. It uncoiled, growing, spreading until every muscle was awake, alive, ablaze.
“Tore,” Farron grunted. “I’m… I can’t hang on much longer.”
I wrapped my hand around myself and furiously pumped at the same tempo as Farron’s thrusts, which became more staccato and less precise. His body jerked, and the moan he let out was positively sinful—also so positively loud, the whole dorm could probably hear it. He rutted a few times, then froze, throwing his head back as he came.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his whole face pure ecstasy as he released. My own orgasm overtook me, flashing white-hot as it sent me flying high. I spurted out my load between us until I had nothing left to give. For a few seconds, we stayed like that, still connected, both panting.
He averted his eyes and held the base of his cock as he pulled out. “Gotta take care of this,” he mumbled.
I winced, the sensation distinctly unpleasant. Farron tied the condom, scrambling to his knees on the bed.
“You can—” I started, but he was already getting up, sliding off the bed. With a well-aimed throw, he deposited the condom in the trash bin.
“That was amazing,” he said, but he avoided looking at me. “Anytime you wanna do that again, I’m game.”
I swallowed. “You can stay if you want. Luke won’t be back until Sunday evening.”
He got dressed at record speed. “I can’t. Not tonight. But if you’re up for another round later this weekend, let me know.”
He was out the door before I could say another word. I sagged back on the bed, my body suddenly cold.
After wiping the remnants of my own cum off my stomach, I crawled under the covers, fighting against the tears.
This was on me. Farron had been crystal clear he wanted nothing more but sex. I was the one who’d fallen for him. I couldn’t blame him for that.
But bloody hell, it hurt.