Chapter 8 #2
“Holy fucking shit!” I half laugh, half pant. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Fuck, me too baby.” He grins, that panty-melting smile that makes me weak.
We both laugh, falling back on our beds and enjoying the moment.
“I take it you’re okay with that happening again?” he asks, turning his head to look at me.
“Oh, it’s definitely happening again,” I chuckle.
Stephen
I thought kissing Donovan was my new favorite thing, but after watching him jerk off last night, it’s a fight for the number one spot. The noises he made are still replaying in my mind; he has no idea how fucking sexy he is, which is cute, and just makes him a million times hotter.
He thinks his lack of experience is a bad thing, that it makes him less attractive or desirable, but it turns me on knowing I’m his first. No one else has heard those sounds, seen the sweet look of surprise he gets when I grind my cock against him, the way his breath caught when he saw my cock for the first time.
Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about him, which is not a good look when I’m sitting in my business class trying to concentrate on what the teacher is saying. Luckily there’s no practice today, so I don’t have to wait too long before I can see him again.
When class ends, I’m out of my seat faster than you can say ‘pro-football player’. I ignore calls of my name and people trying to get my attention, instead heading straight to the other building on campus where Donovan’s class has just finished.
He’s walking by himself, lost in a book as usual, and I take a moment to watch him.
As I expected, he’s completely oblivious to other people checking him out, guys and girls, probably so used to needing to hide who he is, he’s never had the space to even think about entertaining the idea of people flirting with him.
Logically I know I should give him that space, especially when I can’t offer him a relationship, but my cock doesn’t listen to logic, and I want to see him come again.
I fall into step with him and nudge him gently on the shoulder. I lean in slightly and keep my voice low, so no one hears, “You look so sexy when you’re reading.”
“Stephen!” He moves away from me in shock and looks around, but his expression quickly morphs into a smile. “You can’t sneak up on me like that, or say stuff like that. What if someone hears?”
“I checked no one was around, don’t worry,” I smirk. “You heading back to the dorm? I need your help with something.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he says, and I realize he has no idea what I mean, which just makes my heart squeeze a little bit. He’s so fucking cute it’s going to kill me.
We walk back to our room together, and he tells me about his last class and the anecdote his teacher shared.
Honestly, I just love listening to him talk.
When he’s not feeling anxious and rambling, his passion comes through and he gets so excited, I feel like anyone would listen to him talk about anything when he’s like that.
As soon as we’re through the door, he throws his bag on his bed and turns to me.
“What did you need my help with?”
I step into him and take his face in my hands, drawing him in for a kiss, gentle and exploring. After pausing for a moment, I lean back and look at him seriously.
“You caused me some issues today."
“I did?” he asks, instantly looking worried. “What happened?”
I move my hands to his hips and pull him against me. “I just had to sit through my business class with a raging hard on because all I could think about was you stroking your cock and making those infuriatingly sexy sounds.”
His mouth falls open. “Oh…”
“Oh? Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
“I… uh… I’m sorry?”
“I’m only teasing, Donovan, you don’t have to apologize. But I did have to sit through class with a boner because I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really sorry, I like that you were hard when you thought about me.”
I pull his hips, grinding into him. “Past tense? Baby, I’m still fucking hard.”
He whimpers, actually whimpers, and fuck is it one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Maybe we should do something about that?” he asks nervously.
“Why do you think I said I needed your help?”
“I want to…” he says, “I really want to… but I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“I’m not asking for anything extra, what we did last night was incredible. I just wanna look at you.”
“Okay, I liked what we did last night,” he says, “but…”
He trails off and I worry I’ve pushed him too far, too soon.
“Donovan, it’s okay to say no to me. Just because I’m initiating, it doesn’t mean that anything has to happen.”
“No, I want this, I was just trying to say that I liked it, but… um… maybe this time, we could be on the same bed?”
“Oh, that’s not too much?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I want to be closer to you.”
“How close?”
“Close,” he chuckles, “I don’t know.”
“Can I straddle you?”
“Straddle me?” he asks.
“So, you lie on the bed, and I kneel over you. We don’t have to; I just like the idea of having you beneath me.”
He whimpers again and nods.
“I need to hear you say it, baby, I don’t want to rush—”
“I want that,” he interrupts, “I want you on top of me.”
I kiss him again, fully wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close to me.
“Can I take off your shirt?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whispers and nods.
I slide my hands down from his waist to the bottom of his T-shirt, gripping the fabric and sliding it up his body, pulling it over his head.
“You’re too tall for me to do that to you,” he chuckles, “can you take yours off?”
I remove mine and when I return my gaze to him, he’s staring at my abs. I remember his words from last night; I think he has a thing for them. I’m not mad about it; maintaining abs is hard work, so he can stare, touch, lick them… fuck, he can do whatever he wants to them.
“You can touch me if you want,” I say softly, not knowing where his line is after him saying he’s not ready.
He reaches his hand out tentatively, running his fingers long the ridges of my muscles. His breath hitches as I tense them.
“That’s not fair,” he chuckles, “you know your abs are my weakness.”
“Well everything about you is my weakness,” I say, and it’s no lie, everything about him turns me on.
“Take off my jeans?” he asks.
“You sure?”
He nods and I undo his button and fly, reaching my hands inside to grip his hips, before letting his jeans drop to the floor. He steps out of them and moves to his bed, before sitting back, resting on his elbows.
I take mine off too, and make my way over, placing my knee on the mattress before leaning forward and caging him in. Lowering myself between his legs and pressing my forehead against is.
“Remember that we can stop at any time,” I whisper, and he nods.
I kiss him deeply, claiming his mouth. We’ve made out on the bed shirtless a few times, but never in just our boxers.
His skin is warm and smooth against mine.
I move my hand to his thigh and hitch it up over my hip as I grind against him, feeling so much more through the thin fabric of our underwear.
“This okay?” I ask.
“Fuck yes!” he cries, pulling me in for another kiss.
“I won’t touch your boxers, but you can touch me anywhere you want.”
He moans at my words and starts to run his hands down my back, while I continue to kiss him and grind my hips. I need to be careful, or he’ll make me come before we get started.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I murmur.
“Stephen!” he cries.
His hands tentatively move lower, grazing my boxers, running his fingers along the line that meets my skin. I moan, letting him know it feels good, and that it’s okay.
He lightly tugs on the waistband. “I want to see you, without these.”
I push myself upright and off the bed, going to my bedside table to grab the lube. Standing in front of him, I slide my boxers down my thighs and kick them off. My cock is so fucking hard and ready for what’s next.
As I move to straddle him, he holds up his hand to stop me, before quickly taking his own boxers off.
“Fuck, Donovan, I’m gonna come so fucking fast.”
He lies back and I crawl on top of him, my knees resting on either side of his thighs.
“You want some?” I ask, holding out the lube. He nods and I squirt some on both our hands. “I mean this respectfully,” I chuckle, “but I love having you beneath me. You look so gorgeous, baby.”
“You do too,” he grins.
“You gonna let me watch you again?”
He nods and lowers his hand while I do the same, both inhaling as we grab our cocks, moving our hands in tandem, exploring ourselves while watching the other.
“Fuck, Stephen!” he moans, his eyes greedily roaming my chest and abs down to my cock.
“I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, been thinking about you all day. I’m getting close already,” I say, my hips bucking with how good this feels and how hot he looks.
“I’m close too,” he pants.
“Yeah? You wanna try and come together?”
He nods and we continue to work ourselves, our moans and sighs mingling.
“I’m nearly there, can I come on your chest, baby?” The thought of seeing him covered in me almost sends me over the edge there and then.
“Fuck yes, please!” he cries.
That’s all I need; my orgasm hits and ropes of cum hit his chest, both from myself and him, mixing together, painting him like a canvas.
“Fuck!” he pants.
“Fuck indeed,” I say, out of breath from how hot that was.
When he looks down at himself he laughs, “Oh my god!” He reaches for his T-shirt to wipe it off.
“Wait, please,” I ask, “I like it. Just a bit longer.”
He lies back, putting his hands behind his head, showing off his chest to me. I gaze at him, taking in how beautiful he looks.
“You can touch me if you like,” he whispers, a shy smile crossing his lips.
I lower my hand to his chest and swipe a single finger through the mess we made all over him.
“Yeah, I like this,” I murmur, “I could definitely get used to seeing you covered in my cum.”