Chapter 19
Teddy
The moment the door shut behind us, Nerion’s tongue was down my throat.
I grabbed his waist, my fingers working under the hem of his shirt until I found warm flesh.
I pulled him tight against me, both of our cocks already hard and grinding against one another.
I moaned into his mouth, my dick pulsing against his, aching for more friction.
“Nerion,” I groaned as his hands slipped below my waistband and gripped my ass. “Please fuck me.”
His fingers dug into my flesh, kneading and spreading my cheeks apart through the fabric of my underwear.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your ass for days,” he growled against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “Been dreaming about being inside you again.”
I shuddered as he pushed me backward until my shoulders hit the wall.
His side of the dorm room was sparse. There was just a bed, desk, and a few scattered art supplies.
The other side of the room, his roommate’s I assumed, was covered in plants.
But I barely noticed any of it. All I could focus on was Nerion’s hot breath against my throat and his hands working their way deeper into my jeans.
“I want you,” I panted, fumbling with the buttons of his paint-splattered shirt. “Right now.”
Nerion pulled back just enough to yank his t-shirt over his head, revealing his lean, freckled torso.
I followed suit, nearly tearing my own shirt in my haste to remove it.
When our bare chests pressed together, I gasped at the contact.
His skin was cool against mine, but it warmed quickly as we ground against each other.
“Get these off,” he commanded, tugging at my jeans.
I kicked off my shoes while Nerion made quick work of my belt buckle. Within moments, my pants were around my ankles, and I was stepping out of them, clad only in my boxer briefs. Nerion’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my erection straining against the fabric.
“Look at you,” he murmured, running his palm over the bulge. “Such a beautiful cock.”
I moaned, bucking into his touch. “Please, Nerion. I need you.”
“Turn around,” he ordered, licking his lips.
I obeyed immediately, bracing my hands against the wall.
Behind me, I heard the rustle of clothing as Nerion shed his own jeans.
Then his hands were on my hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear.
Slowly, teasingly, he pulled them down, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his hands caressing my bare cheeks. “Spread your legs for me.”
I widened my stance, my heart hammering against my ribs as I felt him kneel behind me. His breath was hot against my sensitive skin, and I trembled in anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact, licking a broad stripe over my needy hole, I nearly collapsed.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my forehead pressing against the wall.
Nerion gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he worked his tongue around my entrance. The wet heat of his mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. He was relentless, alternating between teasing circles and firm pressure that had me whimpering and pushing back against his face.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled against my skin, before plunging his tongue inside me.
I cried out, my cock leaking pre-cum as he tongue-fucked me with growing intensity. His fingers dug into my flesh, spreading me wider for his hungry mouth. I was lost in the sensation, reduced to nothing but desperate moans and the overwhelming need for more.
“Nerion, please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
He gave my hole one last, lingering lick before rising to his feet. “Get on the bed,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. “On your hands and knees.”
I stumbled to his narrow dorm bed, positioning myself as instructed. The sheets were cool against my burning skin as I waited, trembling with anticipation. I heard the sound of a drawer opening, then closing, followed by the snap of a bottle cap.
“I’ve been jerking off thinking about this every day. Sometimes twice,” Nerion said, his weight shifting the mattress as he knelt behind me. “Thinking about how tight you felt around my cock.”
“M-Me too,” I admitted, my face flushed and hot.
I felt the cool drip of lube between my cheeks, making me shiver. Nerion’s finger circled my entrance, already loosened by his tongue, before pushing inside. The intrusion burned slightly, but in the best possible way.
“More,” I urged, pushing back against his hand.
Nerion obliged, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me with careful precision. When he curled his fingers upward, brushing against my prostate, I arched my back in delight.
“Right there,” I gasped, my arms nearly giving out beneath me. “Oh god, right there.”
“You’re so easy to please,” he murmured, working a third finger into me. “I love how much you want it.”
But I was beyond words now, reduced to incoherent moans as he finger-fucked me. My cock hung heavy between my legs, dripping onto his sheets. I needed him inside me, needed to be filled completely. But he seemed to just delight in torturing me.
“Please,” I finally managed. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Nerion. Please.”
The loss of his fingers left me feeling empty, but I heard the pop of the lube bottle again and knew what was coming. Moments later, I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite the preparation, there was resistance as he began to push inside.
“Breathe,” he instructed, his hands stroking my lower back. “Relax for me, Teddy.”
I forced myself to take deep breaths, focusing on the feeling of his hands caressing my skin. Slowly, the resistance gave way, and he slid deeper, filling me inch by exquisite inch until he was fully seated within me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips flush against my ass. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”
The stretch and burn of his cock inside me was overwhelming, hovering right on the edge between pleasure and pain. I remained still, breathing deeply to try to adjust to his girth.
“You okay?” Nerion asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“Yes,” I managed, adjusting to the delicious fullness. “You can move now.”
He started slowly, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body relaxed around him.
Each drag of his cock against my hole sent sparks of pleasure through my entire being.
When he angled his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot inside me, I cried out so loudly I was sure the entire dorm could hear.
“That’s it,” Nerion encouraged, his pace quickening. “Let me hear how much you love my thick cock.”
His hands gripped my hips with bruising force as he began to pound into me. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass filled the room, punctuated by our heavy breathing and my increasingly desperate moans.
“Harder,” I begged, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Please, Nerion, harder!”
He complied eagerly, driving into me with an intensity that had the bed frame creaking beneath us.
My arms gave out, and I collapsed onto my forearms, my face pressed against the mattress.
This new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, his cock striking my prostate perfectly with every thrust.
“Fuck, Teddy,” he groaned, one hand sliding up my sweat-slicked back to grip my hair. “Nobody’s ever taken my cock as good as you.”
The gentle tug on my hair sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved every second of it. My cock throbbed painfully, desperate for attention, but I couldn’t coordinate myself enough to reach down and stroke it.
As if reading my mind, Nerion reached around my hip, his fingers wrapping around my length. His strokes matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice muffled against the sheets.
“Me too,” he panted, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Want me to pull out?”
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
His grip on my hair tightened, and his thrusts became erratic. “Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “I’m gonna fill you up. That way everyone knows you’re mine.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my cock pulsing in his hand as I spilled onto the sheets below. My entire body clenched, including around Nerion’s cock, which triggered his own release.
He thrust deep one final time, holding himself buried inside me as he came with a strangled cry. I could feel the heat of his cum filling me, each pulse of his cock sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
For several long moments, we remained frozen in that position, both of us panting heavily. Eventually, Nerion carefully pulled out, causing me to wince slightly at the sudden emptiness. I felt his cum trickling down my thigh as I collapsed fully onto the bed, utterly spent.
“Fuck…” I breathed, rolling onto my back to look up at him.
Nerion’s hair was wild around his face, his chest flushed and heaving. His blue eyes were dark with satisfaction as he gazed down at me. “You’re really good at taking cock,” he murmured, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to my lips. “Especially for a newbie.”
When he pulled back, there was something in his expression I couldn’t quite read. A vulnerability that seemed at odds with his usual confident demeanor. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his familiar smirk.
“Stay here,” he said, rising from the bed. “I’ll grab a towel.”
I watched him walk naked to the small adjoining bathroom, admiring the lean lines of his body and the freckles that dusted his shoulders and back. I felt boneless, completely satisfied in a way I hadn’t experienced before meeting Nerion.
When he returned with a warm washcloth, he cleaned me with gentle, careful strokes. There was something wonderfully intimate about this act, more so even than the sex we’d just had. I found myself studying his face, the concentration in his eyes as he tended to me.
“What?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Nothing,” I replied, though it wasn’t true. There were a thousand things I wanted to say, questions I wanted to ask. Like why he’d warned me not to fall in love with him. Like why he looked at me with longing and fear in his eyes. Or what he was so afraid of.
Instead, I reached up and brushed a strand of red hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. His expression softened for a moment before he cleared his throat and stood, disposing of the washcloth in a hamper.
“Are you hungry?” Nerion asked, breaking the strange moment between us. “I’ve got some snacks stashed away if you want something.”
I stretched my limbs, feeling pleasantly sore. “Actually, yeah. I’m starving.”
“Swimming and fucking like pigs will do that to you,” he said with a grin, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants. He didn’t bother with underwear or a shirt. “I’ve got protein bars, chips, and some leftover pizza from yesterday.”
“Pizza sounds amazing,” I replied, sitting up and wincing slightly at the tenderness in my ass.
Nerion noticed my discomfort and smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Is that a promise of more to come?” I asked, unable to keep the hopeful tone from my voice.
His expression shifted slightly, that guarded look returning for just a moment before he shrugged. “As long as we’re clear on what this is.”
“Friends with benefits,” I recited dutifully, though the words felt hollow.
“Exactly.” He nodded, turning to a mini-fridge tucked under his desk. “Cold pizza okay?”
“Perfect.”
I watched him move around the small space, admiring the fluid grace with which he carried himself.
Even doing something as mundane as retrieving food, there was something otherworldly about him.
Maybe it was knowing that he was a creature of myth and legend.
Or maybe it was just that he was so beautiful I could hardly believe my eyes. Either way, I found him mesmerizing.
He handed me a paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza, then settled on the bed beside me. I realized I was still completely naked and reached for my underwear on the floor.
“Don’t bother on my account,” Nerion said, taking a bite of his pizza. “I like the view.”
I felt heat rise to my cheeks but left the underwear where it was. We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sounds our chewing and the distant murmur of other students in the hallway outside.
“Is this normal?” I suddenly blurted out, grinning from ear to ear. “Eating pizza naked with a sore ass?”
Nerion laughed, nearly choking on his pizza. “Doesn’t seem weird to me,” he replied once his voice was back under control. “Actually, it seems like a pretty nice way to spend an afternoon.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I think I could get used to this.”
Nerion smiled. “Me too.” Then, as if realizing what he’d just said, he added quickly, “But I do need to get back to the painting studio tonight. And I bet you have homework to get done.”
Just like that, the moment was shattered. “Y-Yeah,” I nodded. “Right. Homework.”