Chapter 11
Donovan
I’m still on a high when we get back to the dorm; our date was perfect.
Being out with Stephen, opening up to each other, holding hands, kissing, and, well, the other stuff…
I couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect date.
Now that we’re back, I’m mainly eager to return the favor and take that next step with him.
He pulls off his shirt and jeans, but I stop him before he can reach for his comfy sweats, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Thank you for today, it was perfect,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting onto my tiptoes; it’s become our signal for me wanting to be picked up.
I’ll admit, I was shocked the first time he did it, but now, when he grips my ass with his huge football-player hands and lifts me up, so I’m wrapped around his body, there’s nothing hotter.
“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmurs, returning my kiss and trailing more along my jaw and down my neck. “It was perfect for me too.”
“I’d like to try and make it even better.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible, but what did you have in mind?”
“Stephen, I want to taste you.”
He groans into my neck, and his cock hardens between us. “Baby, I meant what I said, I don’t expect you to reciprocate.”
“I know you don’t, I want to. I’ve wanted to for a while and I’ve been nervous, but after today, I’m ready to try.”
He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge so I’m straddling his lap; I might as well weigh nothing he moves with such ease.
“Such a jock,” I chuckle.
“What?”
“All the jock shit you do.”
“Jock shit?” he laughs. “You mean like how I’ve been thinking about you wearing my jersey while I fuck you, that kind of jock shit?”
My breath catches at his words, we’ve never directly talked about fucking, or going any further physically.
“Sorry,” he quickly says, “too much?”
“No,” I shake my head, “not too much, not exactly what I meant, but not too much.”
“What did you mean then?”
“I just meant the way you can pick me up and carry me around like it’s zero effort, that kind of jock shit…
” My words trail off, not knowing what to say after his comment about fucking me while wearing his jersey, that definitely put some interesting images in my mind.
“You think about… about the other thing though?”
“Yes,” he chuckles, “I’ve thought about having sex with you, and I would love to, but there’s no rush. Besides, it might not be something you’re even into, which is also okay.”
Hmm… Beth’s talked to me about how sex can look different for everyone, that some people aren’t into everything. Can I imagine having sex with Stephen? Absolutely, but I’m not ready, and after what happened with Kyle and the questions he asked me, there’s more I need to know about…
“I am into it, I think… But I’m not ready yet. And… hypothetically… if it were to happen between us, how would it work?”
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tighter, our faces so close we’re sharing each other’s breath.
“Do you mean logistically, or preparation wise, or both?” he asks.
“Both, I guess.”
“Well, I’m a top, so when I think about us being together, I imagine fucking you, but I’m open to discussion if that’s not what you’d want. Do you know if you’re a top or a bottom, or maybe vers?”
“I think I’m a bottom,” I say nervously, “when I’ve thought about it, you’re the one fucking me.”
“I thought you were too,” he chuckles, “but I didn’t want to assume. Also, I’ve been tested and I’m clear, and there hasn’t been anyone but you since those tests. But I’d be happy to use condoms if that makes you more comfortable.”
“I don’t know,” I say, thinking about all the things I’ve heard over the years. Beth talks all the time about getting tested, being safe and using protection, but I never really paid attention to the details.
“We don’t need to decide now, it’s just something to think about,” he says, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Preparation wise, I can talk you through it, or if you’d feel more comfortable talking to someone else, I can ask Jamie or Max to speak with you.”
I nod. “Yeah, that would be good I think, it’s not that I don’t want to talk to you about it, I just, we’ve got to keep some mystery between us.”
“I get it,” he chuckles. “I’ll message and ask if they’d be up for it.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his.
This conversation is the polar opposite of what happened with Kyle; instead of feeling embarrassed and mortified, I feel looked after and cared for.
I’m realizing that Stephen was right, if you can’t have these conversations with someone, should you really be getting intimate with them.
I kiss him gently, taking my time and enjoying the feel of his lips.
As the kiss intensifies, I roll my hips against his and he moans with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, that feels amazing, but it would feel even better if we got you out of your clothes.”
I stand so he can watch as I slowly peel off my shirt and jeans. His eyes roam my body, clearly appreciating what he sees. I’ve felt attractive before, but I’ve never felt sexy, and he definitely makes me feel wanted.
“Lie back,” I whisper, placing my hands on his shoulders and gently pushing. “Let me look after you.”
He falls back on his elbows and moves further onto the bed, giving me space to straddle his hips. We kiss and he holds me close, taking our time to enjoy each other, before I move my kisses down his body, following the lines he drew on me earlier with his own mouth.
“You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?” I ask.
“Baby,” he chuckles, “unless you plan on biting down hard, you can’t really go wrong. I can talk you through it if you want me to, but honestly, I think you’ll soon learn that you’re making me feel amazing.”
I resume my kisses down his body, desperate to get to his abs; I’ve been thinking about licking them since the first moment I saw him without a shirt on. The ridges of his muscles feel smooth under my tongue, and I love the way they feel as he tenses them beneath me.
“You’re my motivation when we’re doing ab workouts at training,” he says, running his fingers through my hair and gently pulling as he makes a fist.
“Happy to be of service,” I smirk.
I sit up on my knees and start to rub his dick over the top of his boxers, loving the way he feels in my hand.
“I’ve got no idea how you’ll ever fit inside me,” I murmur.
“We’ll take it slow, baby, but we’ll make it fit.”
His words go straight to my dick; he sounds like one of the characters from Beth’s romance novels. I take hold of the waistband of his boxers and pull them down; he lifts his hips to help me and soon he’s naked beneath me.
“I love your thighs,” I say, running my hands up and down his muscular legs.
“There’s some more gym inspiration for me,” he chuckles.
I lower my head and run my tongue along his thigh, gently grazing him with my teeth in places where he lets out a moan or makes a sharp inhale.
“You feel incredible,” he reassures me, his voice husky and deep.
It’s the confidence boost I need to go for it.
I turn my attention to his dick, licking along his length, just like he did to me.
The sound he makes is so fucking hot; I do it again.
Exploring every inch of him, the vein that runs along him, the delicate skin around the head, all the way down to his balls.
His responses tell me what he likes most, and I repeat those moves, loving that I can make him feel like this.
As pre-cum beads on his head, I taste him and let out a moan of my own.
“Fuck, Donovan, you’re so fucking hot… making me feel so good.”
I wrap my mouth around him and take him as deep as I can, but I go a bit too fast, so it makes me gag. The way he grips my hair tells me he likes it, so I catch my breath and try again, taking him as far as possible into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he cries. “Use your hands as well, baby, you don’t have to take all of me.”
I grip him with one hand and start to move my head in tandem, it’s messy, with spit running down my chin, but the louder it is, the more he moans, his hips bucking into my face, which is so fucking hot.
“Donovan, if you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”
I keep going, relaxing my jaw and sucking him when I can, using my hands to stop him from going too deep.
“Fuck, baby, pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he moans.
I double down and keep him in my mouth until he cries my name, thrusting his hips and filling me with his warm cum, before relaxing onto the bed. Sitting back on my knees, I feel very pleased with myself, he looks so blissed out, and I did that. His eyes open and he grins at me.
“Come here, baby.” He opens his arms, and I lie on top of him, nestling against his chest. “That was incredible.”
“It was okay?” I ask, nerves kicking in now the moment has passed.
“Donovan, I literally just said it was incredible, and I meant it. It was perfect, you’re perfect.”
His words fill me with warmth, my feelings for him passed the place of crush and even like, but I’m too scared to say anything. Instead kissing his chest and settling into our cuddle, enjoying being this close to him, enjoying the feeling of having a boyfriend.
Stephen
I’m finding myself in a new position, I’m actively seeking Donovan out during the day.
I’d been fine with keeping our relationship in our room, but ever since our date I want to see him more, even if it’s just catching a glimpse of him in the distance.
We try and spend time together between classes when we can, grabbing a coffee or eating lunch sometimes.
But this goes beyond that, and it’s not like me at all.
Usually, when I walk into the building where most of his classes take place, I’ll see him in the distance, his head in a book, ignoring everyone; and I’ll watch him for a bit before heading back to where I’m supposed to be. But today, I’m met with a different sight.