18. Will
WILL
My heart pounds in my ears as I lead Priestley through the crowds gathering on the boardwalk. Everyone’s out now in big groups. Families, teenagers, married couples—like that one we just gave an eyeful to in the big wheel.
I don’t care who sees me pulling Priestley down the boardwalk by the hand, I just need to get him alone, away from people, away from everything. I need to have him to myself.
He’s flustered by the time we get into the car. He tries to smooth his hair back into its usual coif, but it doesn’t work.
“Leave it like that.” I say, my voice hoarse. “It looks good.”
His cheeks get pinker than they already were and he gives me a quick nod before starting the car.
I wanted him that day in his apartment. If I’m honest with myself, I’ve wanted him since we were back in Boston and I kissed him. It wasn’t just to shut him up.
There’s a secret part to Priestley Rosenthal not many people have seen. I want to peel back the layers of that cocky, cold-hearted competitor and see what’s underneath.
The lights of the boardwalk are behind us. I think we’ve left the area officially known as Atlantic City so I put my hand on his knee and call him Rosie.
He groans. I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or annoyance. Maybe a little of both?
“Drive faster,” I tell him, trying to hold back the impatient growl building in my throat.
“If we’re pulled over, we’ll get home a whole lot slower,” he says.
I try to settle in for the drive, but I won’t take my hand off Priestley’s leg—and he isn’t asking me to either.
I watch his face as he drives. It’s illuminated by the streetlights and the glow emanating from the dashboard.
I admire the slightest bump in his pretty nose, the plumpness of his lips.
His skin looks pale and there are dark circles around his eyes, reminding me why I took him on this field trip in the first place.
“Are you still tired, Rosie?” I ask, bringing my hand up to trace a line along his cheekbone. His eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment.
“No,” he says, his voice warm and soft.
I can’t wait to take him home and take care of him. Watch him come apart. Watch him let go.
The familiar buildings of Princeton start to materialize and my nerves mingle with a new anticipation.
I don’t allow myself to think beyond this moment. Beyond Priestley parking his car outside the pretty, ivy-covered building where he lives. Climbing out of the driver’s side. Leading me up a flight of stairs until we reach his room.
The second we’re inside, he pulls me against the door and lets me cover him with my body.
When we pull apart, we’re panting, tugging at each other’s clothes. I bury my face in his neck and inhale his scent. Under the heavy cologne I can smell his skin and the slightest hint of sweat. It makes my head swim.
“Rosie,” I groan into his neck.
“You know you can’t call me Rosie in bed, right?”
“Why not?” I come up and look at him. His hair is even more mussed. He looks fucking pornographic. “What would you like me to call you?”
He smirks.
“Forget I asked.”
I dive back in for a kiss before he can say something ridiculous, only stopping to growl, “Bedroom,” in his ear.
It gives me a rush to feel how hard he is by the time we’re falling down onto the bed and I’m opening his pants.
“This is such a bad idea,” he says. His arms are above his head, gripping the pillow, and his hips lifted off the bed to give me easier access.
Everything about that pose is telling me he wants this as much as I do, but I ask anyway. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
When I cup his cock through his boxers, he grinds his hips against me. The heat coming off his body is so fucking sexy.
I slip my hand under the waistband and familiarize myself with the weight of him. Enjoy the way he throbs under my touch.
“When was the last time you had sex, Rosie?”
I expect him to correct me, but he must be too far gone.
“Too long. You?”
“Same.”
“Bet I can make you come first,” he says.
“Why does everything have to be a competition with you, huh?”
He laughs, rolling me onto my back.
Fuck, maybe he’s right about making me come first. He looks so good right now, I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to last.
I run my hands up his smooth thighs while he grinds his cock against mine through the fabric.
“Bet I can make you come before you take your pants off.” He grins.
“Probably. But it’ll be more fun if we’re naked.”
I push him off with my hips so I can roll my boxers down to my knees. Priestley’s eyelids get heavy as he stares at my dick.
“Like what you see, Rosie?”
He snorts. “Don’t get cocky.”
“You think you’re funny?”
He wipes the smile right off my face the second he wraps his hand around my dick and starts stroking me.
My eyes roll back immediately, my skin tingling all over.
When I look at him again, his lips are slightly parted while he watches himself jerk me off.
“Priestley, take these off, please.”
I tug at his boxers. It takes him a moment to snap out of it and lift his hips enough for me to free him from them.
His cock springs free. Of course it’s fucking pretty.
Crawling out of his underwear, he shuffles closer and kisses me, our chests and hips making contact on a shared moan.
I grip his ass, getting a generous handful while he grinds on top of me.
His eyelids flutter like crazy when my fingers get closer to his crack.
“You got lube?” I whisper.
He nods, his eyes closed. “And condoms.”
I swallow. “Want me to fuck you, Rosie?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
He gestures in the vicinity of the drawer.
I don’t want to move him to get the supplies, so I feel around blindly while Priestley grinds against me, kissing my neck and running his hands through my hair.
When I’ve got what I need, I let myself have another feel of that magnificent ass before slowly inching my way between his legs. He sinks on top of me, his weight more than I would have imagined.
He clamps his mouth down on my neck like a fucking vampire the second I start circling his hole. I play with him like this until he’s shaking, before sliding the tip of an index finger inside.
He groans.
“Does that feel good?”
He moans in response.
There’s something about watching someone so straight-laced, so buttoned up, so fucking rigid, let go. It makes me want to work even harder. Tease him even more.
“You want more?”
He nods against my neck.
“Wanna see your face.”
“Not yet.”
I let him hide against me as I slip another finger in. His heat clamps tight around me, pulsing as he grinds in time to my thrusts.
Fuck me, it’s gonna feel good to get my dick inside him.
I tell the erection straining against my belly to be patient as Priestley drives me crazy, grinding against me, smearing precum all over my stomach from that pretty, circumcised cock.
“I’m gonna flip you over.”
He just nods and let me move him onto his back. When I finally see his face again … holy fuck.
“You look …” I don’t have words for the way he looks with his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. His bottom lip swollen from biting it while he rode my fingers.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
He whines, but collects himself enough to say, “Stop showing off.”
There he is. I kinda missed my snarky asshole for a second there. As beautiful as whatever this version is.
“I’m ready,” he says.
“Not yet.”
I guide him onto his front before sliding down the bed and parting his knees. I spread his cheeks and kiss the smooth skin of his inner thighs. He shudders on a deep moan when I finally use my tongue and find his hole.
I let him grind into the mattress while I massage his glutes and plunge my tongue as deep as it will go.
I could probably make him come like this.
I’d win whatever competition Priestley probably has going on in his head right now, but I don’t want to win a stupid competition.
I wanna see what he looks like when he finally lets go.
He whines when I stop.
“Turn over.”
He’s pouty when he flips onto his back and looks up at me.
“Stop sulking. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“I am not sulking.”
He gasps when I hook his legs over my shoulders.
“Open a condom for me.”
He watches me as he tears into the wrapper. I’ve always found condoms erotic. The promise of what’s to come. The illicitness of having one in your wallet or your nightstand drawer. Watching Priestley eye fuck me while opening one has my cock leaking and my hips humping the air.
I think he’s gonna hand me it, but instead, he starts rolling it over the throbbing head of my cock. I groan and let my head fall back.
“How long do you think you’ll last?” he asks with a hint of goading.
“I am not turning this into a fucking comp… ohh.”
His hand wraps around me as he rolls the condom all the way to the base.
“What was that?” he asks with a smirk. Only Priestley fucking Rosenthal could smirk while jerking you off.
“Competition,” I manage to choke out.
I open my eyes so I can see him spread lube down my cock while I thrust into his hand.
My head swims with all kinds of affectionate words I don’t let myself say. I’d be enamored with anyone doing this to me. But Priestley’s already made it clear he finds me … unsuitable. Whatever happens, I need to at least maintain a shred of dignity.
I have to grip his forearm to thrust more satisfactorily into his hand.
“That’s enough,” he says. I hate how that lilt of authority has me almost begging.
He takes his hand away. I bite back the whine, line myself up and push his thighs back until they’re flush against his stomach.
I should find satisfaction in having Priestley in a position like this. But somehow, even with him on his back and splayed open for me, he’s the one in control right now. He’s always the one in control.
He brings his hips up to meet me and I slide the tip in and stay still. I can feel the blood pumping. The heat spreading up my neck. Priestley’s breath is ragged and his pupils blown as he watches me.
“Ready?”
He nods.
I thrust deeper and he throws his head back and moans.
My eyelids get heavy and I bite my lip as I bottom out, Priestley’s moan turning into a gasp. His eyes fly open and the blush from his neck spreads up his cheeks.
His eyes are saying, Fuck, that’s it.
I pull out half way and thrust again. Every nerve ending tingles with want. With pleasure. Fuck, please tell me this feels as good for him as it does for me.
From the way he’s digging his heels into my ass and meeting me on every thrust, I’d say he’s at least into it.
He puts his hands on my shoulders as we get into a rhythm.
I think he’s going to push me away when I come down to kiss him, but instead he puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me deeper into the kiss, moaning into my mouth.
“I want to get on top,” he says when he pulls free.
I pull out and immediately miss being inside him. But he quickly throws me onto my back and straddles my waist before sinking back onto my cock and riding me until I’m cross-eyed.
I never thought I’d say this, but I need to be closer to Priestley. Leaning up on my elbow, I pull him closer and kiss him, gripping him by the hip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I say.
I’m not sure enough blood cells are where they should be right now, so I just say whatever comes to mind without a second thought.
I don’t even know if Priestley’s listening anyway.
Or if he’s just using me as a human dildo.
I realize I don’t want to be used as a human dildo and make him look at me.
“What?”
“Do you like me?”
“God, you’re needy.”
“Tell me.”
“Yes, I fucking like you.”
I actually sigh.
“Happy now?”
“Yes.”
Priestley closes his eyes and throws his head back. “And you do have a very nice cock.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Now shut up and let me enjoy it.”
I flop back and let him do his thing, admiring the way he takes what he wants from me. When he starts to get close, he wraps his hand around his cock and starts pumping.
“Let me.”
His eyes focus on my hand bringing him to climax as he rides it out in short, fast thrusts.
He grits his teeth just before he comes.
Everything shutting down and clamping up.
But then the dam bursts and he lets go. I force my eyes to focus as his body starts clamping around me. I need to witness this moment.
It’s so fucking worth it.
Priestley’s eyelids flutter, his jaw gets slack and he lets out a long sigh as his whole body just sinks into pleasure.
I come into the condom, watching him ride out the last of the high.
He sags down onto the mattress beside me. Neither of us can speak.
Finally, Priestley gets up to use the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. I hear him running the water and taking a piss while the condom loosens on my satisfied dick.
When he comes back in, I let myself admire the lean line of his naked body. The way his cock swings heavy between his legs. Fuck, he’s beautiful.
I half expect him to kick me out, but he doesn’t say anything when I get up to dispose of the condom and take a piss. Nor when I come back in and climb into bed beside him. Even when I put an arm under him and he rolls over and lets me hold him.
I like you, Priestley Rosenthal, I think as I tighten my grip.
He hums, burying his face in my neck.
Fuck.