Chapter 17 #2
“You interpreted correctly.”
I chuckled, heading out of the gym. “You know, if you’d just admitted my ass was firm enough to bo—”
“The only ‘firm’ you need to be thinking about when it comes to a sentence containing ‘your ass’ is my cock.”
I stumbled, mouth gaping. I would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been for Sutton’s fast reflexes.
“Or you can keep your mouth open that wide for a while longer. I’m sure we can find a good use for it.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, wide-eyed and gaping like a damn fish—or rather a man who was imagining sucking Sutton off.
“You just… did you just…” I shook my head.
“Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with my best friend?” I ended up saying, my mind spinning at the delicious filth coming from him.
Never, as in ever, even with the weeks of mutual masturbation, had he ever said anything like this before. Never about anyone he was dating, never to me, about me. My dick was hard before I could even contemplate putting one foot in front of the other again.
He leaned in, moving me closer to the wall and away from the final couple of guys leaving. After giving them a nod, he trapped me with his gaze.
“You know how fucking sexy you are working out, happy like that, in your fucking element?” With his nose to my neck, he inhaled and licked a short column up my throat.
Surprise and a weird giddiness battled for the top spot at his words. “Yeah?”
“As soon as we’re in our room, I’ll show you exactly how sexy you are.”
I nodded numbly, my brain misfiring as all the blood rushed to my throbbing cock.
“Let’s go.” He took hold of my hand, and we raced to our room. Anyone looking at the security cameras right now would be wondering where the fire was. In my pants, I thought, grinning.
After a gazillion steps, we finally unlocked the door and fell inside, my mouth on Sutton’s the instant we were in our space. Teeth, tongues, and desperation, our kiss was frantic, messy, and hot enough to be combustible.
“Shower.” It took an effort to push the word out, but then we were moving, straight for the en suite, tearing at our clothes, stumbling to kick our sneakers off.
“Your bandage,” he gasped out, mouth against mine.
“Don’t care,” I garbled. A wet bandage was the last thing I cared about.
Finally, blissfully naked, we toppled into the shower, a mess of limbs, somehow keeping each other upright so we didn’t fall on our asses. I chuckled when Sutton whacked his shoulder in the enclosed space and cursed.
“This shower needs to be at least five times bigger.” The words were mumbled against my shoulder, the now warm spray wetting our skin.
“I am a big guy,” I sassed, thrusting my hips against him.
A snorted laugh was his response before he cupped my dick. “That you are.”
The witty response didn’t manage to fall from my lips, not when he squeezed like that and moved his hand in strong, sure strokes. Instead, I grunted. The sound was loud and downright filthy, full of need and impatience.
I wanted it all. To shoot my load but for this to last forever. For Sutton to kiss me, possess me, and never stop. To suck me so hard, it would feel like he was extracting every part of me that mattered.
“I want you.” It was all I could manage, unable to grasp exactly what I needed from this man right now.
“You’ve got me.”
Fuck if I didn’t like the sound of that. The words pushed me to take action. “Fuck this. Need you on the bed so we can suck each other’s brains out.”
The smirk he shot me was sinful, full of dirty promises. “Hold that thought.”
I groaned when he grabbed the shower gel, rubbed it over my body, paying careful attention to my cock and balls. Unable to resist, I thrust into his hand, willing my hips to listen to reason. “Stop,” I grunted. “I want your mouth.”
He chuckled as he eased off and quickly lathered himself up and washed away the suds.
“Fucking hell, could you be any slower?” I complained, earning me a pinch on the ass.
“You’re sexy when you’re all sweaty, but you don’t want to be anywhere near my ball sac after my workout.”
I laughed. “Then my tastebuds appreciate the sentiment and you being such a gentleman.”
“I can assure you there are absolutely no gentlemanly thoughts firing through my brain.”
I quirked my brow at him and turned off the shower, impatient with the wait. “Prove it.”
And holy sweet-scented cock did he.
In no time at all, I was flat on my back with Sutton’s dick in my mouth, on the verge of going cross-eyed with how he sucked and lapped at me.
On top of me, his weight on the right side of perfect, I groaned as I squeezed his ass cheek and pulled him a little deeper. He moaned around me, the sound causing a vibration and a tingle at the base of my spine.
This was all too fucking fast, too good.
I wanted it to last forever, stay this way, top to tail, and give each other such pleasure I could barely see straight. But then, all I could actually see was a close-up view of his balls. They were so tempting this close.
I released his dick with a pop. Once again he moaned around me, and I didn’t hold back the shiver at the sensation.
Somehow, I stayed on mission and drew one ball in my mouth, appreciating so much they were super smooth.
I sucked gently before moving onto the second, aware his thighs shook, and he was rocking.
Putting him out of misery, I wrapped my lips back around his sensitive head, licking and sucking before taking him deeper. He mirrored the action, and my hips jerked of their own volition.
His mouth, the heat, hell, the taste of him made my brain misfire.
And then I saw stars as he swallowed me so deep, I felt his throat contract around me.
I reacted instinctively, sucking and bobbing for all it was worth. I breathed through my nose when I could, squinted tightly, trying to make him come before I lost it completely, but I shattered and forgot how to complete this most simple, delicious task.
Spurred on by his grunts, by the increased shaking of his limbs, I dragged my finger through his crease, tapping gently on his pucker, not quite daring to breach with no lube.
On the second rub, his body turned rigid, hip movements erratic.
I focused on not choking, centered on making him relive this moment anytime he simply heard the number sixty-nine.
His release spilled directly into my throat, and I pulled back a little to sweep my tongue to get a better taste. It was the last rational thought I had—the desire to taste him—before my cock pulsed, my body shuddered, and then I pulled away, head sinking into the mattress.
Another shudder rippled through me when he eased his mouth away.
Opening my eyes, I zeroed in on his dick. Cum trickled, pooled into a pearl. Sticking out my tongue, I reached up and licked it. He grunted at the action.
I somehow managed to chuckle. “Better than getting pink eye.” I released an oomph when his knees gave way, some of his weight landing on me. With my nose practically implanted in his ass, I grinned, the movement lazy. “I’ve never been more grateful that you washed your ass.”
He huffed a laugh, the movement making me groan.
“You’ve killed me.”
Sutton grunted against the mattress, half of his body resting on top of me.
I attempted a tap on his ass but failed miserably, my muscles like jelly. “Brain cells gone.”
He grunted again, this one sounding a little close to a tired chuckle.
“’S okay.” Still, I couldn’t get my arm to move. It would have been nice to feel his butt cheek in my hand, but… nope, still no movement. “You can keep them,” I finished, feeling super generous.
He shifted a little and collapsed onto his side on the mattress, freeing me from being pinned down.
“I’ve decided we should do that every day. Twice.” I could barely pry my eyes open, and a yawn followed my words.
“I thought you were killed.”
“Your spunk is an elixir. Swallow that creamy goodness down and ping, back to life.”
Loud laughter broke free of him as Sutton maneuvered the right way up on the bed. “You’re so full of shit—”
“Nuh-uh. Your jizz.”
He groaned and rubbed his face. “If you can get up and walk to the bathroom, right now, on steady legs and without collapsing, I’ll believe you.”
With a narrow gaze, I angled to look at him. “You’re so fucking mean. I can’t even feel my legs.”
His grin was beautiful and completely mine. I wanted to capture each smile and commit each one to memory. The thought made me smirk and roll my eyes at myself. My inner sappiness was strong.
“Shit, what time is it?”
“No idea.” Sutton reached for the bedside table but failed on the first attempt. “Too far.”
“Seriously, move your ass and check the time. We said we’d meet Mark for dinner.
” That, my old college buddy being here, was something I still hadn’t had time to process.
Seeing him had been a surprise. A good one.
Strange in a way, but how he’d run that session and had Sutton opening up like that, it was a hell of a thing.
“You said, not we.”
I arched a brow in his direction, wondering at the hint of grumble in his voice. “You want me to go to dinner alone?”
“No,” he was quick to say. “But the phone’s all the way over there.”
I snorted, not used to witnessing an almost petulant Sutton. Reaching over him, I snagged his phone, relieved to see we weren’t late. Dinner was served between six and seven thirty, and I’d agreed to meet Mark at seven.
The food here was good. There were fancier places in the nearby town, but that would mean venturing out in public and dealing with the drama that came with it.
We’d be living back in our real world in a few weeks, so for now, I’d savor the safety of the academy.
Heck, only three days in and the college kids were no longer looking at us with wide-eyed awe.