Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Robbie
Italk a big talk, but the actual doing is harder than I thought it would be.
My usual confidence is abandoning me, so I dip my head and kiss him again.
There’s something about the way he feels under me, so pliant, head tipped back and mouth stretched wide so I can fuck his face with my tongue, that calms my nerves.
Even though I know he won’t judge me, and this is a safe space for us both to explore, I want to make this good for him. Maybe it won’t be the best blow job of his life, but like in class, I’m going to put in the effort and hopefully scrape together something passable.
Because not giving your partner one hundred and ten percent during sex is the anti-frat.
I break from his mouth and trail kisses down his jaw.
Brandon draws in a shaky breath, and I grab his face to push it aside and continue along his neck.
He’s shaved since we were last together.
I miss the scrape of his stubble, but his smooth skin shows off his defined jaw and is somehow just as manly as when it was rough under my lips.
“How is this so hot?” he whines.
I chuckle into his neck. “Because you’re with me. Duh.”
“Uh-huh.” His hands run along my sides, then around to grip my ass. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be the same with any guy.”
His words come with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
I turn his face so he can see me. “You trying to break my heart here?”
“Oooh, is someone feeling threatened?”
“Someone is already under a lot of pressure to perform. I’d like some appreciation for my efforts.”
He laughs and nips my jaw. “Put some effort in, and I’ll appreciate it.”
“Dick …”
“Asshole.” He smiles, flashing those white teeth at me, and I can’t help releasing his face to press my thumb against his eyetooth.
“I think I have a vampire kink.”
Then he sucks my thumb into his mouth, and holy fuck, my mouth drops. He looks sinful with my thumb between his lips, and I can’t wait until that’s my cock. Brandon’s grip on my ass tightens as he rocks his dick up against mine.
I free my thumb, then grab his hands and pin them to the bed.
“Nope. We’re not falling into that trap again.” Because as hot as it was last time, I refuse to be distracted from my goal. I push up onto my knees and drink him in. He’s beautiful. All that smoothly sculpted muscle. His long, toned thighs. And his perfect red cock that’s demanding attention.
Balls up, Robbie, we’re going in.
I release his hands and slide down his body until his dick is right in front of my face, and I gotta say, it looks a whole lot bigger from down here.
And where I expected nerves over doing this right, all I’m hit with is a desperation to get started.
To make it good for him. To see Brandon squirming as I drive him out of his mind.
I lean in and run my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock.
The taste, the way he sucks in a breath, goddamn, it makes my dick throb.
My nerves disappear as I wrap my lips around his head and suck it into my mouth.
The salty taste floods my mouth as I sink lower, loving the stretch, the feel, and just the thought that I have a mouth full of cock is so fucking hot, I want to keep it there and jerk off.
The only thing that stops me is wanting Brandon to touch me this time.
I hum with satisfaction and glance up.
The humor is completely gone from his face as he watches. He’s propped up on his elbows, eyes heavy with the same hooded look from last time. His hands are gripping my sheets, and having the evidence, the un-fucking-deniable truth of how turned on he is right now, is blowing my mind.
I try to keep eye contact as I move, but damn it’s a big ask. There are so many thoughts racing through my mind—to go deeper, move my tongue, play with his balls—that it’s helping keep the edge off, but the expressions playing out on his face are like my own personal porno.
I release his cock with a soft pop. “You know what I wanna do?”
“Put my cock back in your mouth?”
Definitely that too. “I wanna suck you off while I finger your ass.”
His cock jerks. “Ah, shit. That could be …” He swallows, and his legs twitch wider. “Yes, but shouldn’t we … I dunno, work up to it or …”
“Do you want to work up to it?”
His forehead is scrunched in confusion, almost like he’s struggling to think. “Ah … you know what, fuck it. Just do it.”
“For real?”
He drops back and spreads his legs. “Be gentle.”
I kiss the inside of his thigh. “Yeah, I’m gonna want this to happen again, so my only focus is making this feel good. I got you, bro.”
I’m quick to grab my lube and get back into position. It’s surprisingly easy to switch off my brain when I suck his cock back into my mouth and cover my fingers in lube. I give his balls a quick tug, then rub along his taint and dip my fingers into his ass.
“Fuck this is weird,” he says.
If it wasn’t for the dick in my mouth, I would have laughed. What the fuck is weird about letting your frat brother shove his fingers up your ass?
Well, maybe I’ll start with one. I’ve never tried this before, but thinking of even one finger up my ass makes that fucker clench tighter than a steel trap.
I’ll try it, of course, because I’m not letting Brandon outdo me, but I can guarantee if I’m not a gentleman about this, he’s gonna make me pay when he returns the favor.
And also, there’s a part of me that really wants to make it good.
We’re going through this together, so we’re both gonna remember this maybe more than any other hookup, but I don’t wanna be memorable by default. I want us both to look back at this time one day with complete and total fondness.
My fingers find his hole, and I take some time to give that thing a little love.
I’m gentle, just like he asked, and all my focus on his ass is making my blow job sloppy.
And yet, when I glance up to find him watching me again, he doesn’t look like he has any complaints.
His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and his eyes are unfocused.
I try to give him a questioning look as I press against his hole, and he must get it—hey, maybe sharing bodily fluids is giving us ESP or some shit—because he nods.
“Do it.”
Yippee ki yay, motherfucker.
I press in, and even though he tenses, he doesn’t ask me to stop. I’ve only just breached him, but I pause, giving his cock lots of attention before working in some more.
His body is so tight and warm, and by the time I’m in to the first knuckle, it’s like his ass is trying to suck me in farther.
I’ve totally got this.
My lips tighten, tongue working madly as I suck him off with purpose. His hard-on hasn’t flagged, so the pain mustn’t be too bad, and when I finally have my finger buried inside him, I glance up again to check in.
He makes a strangled noise and gives a little thrust. Unfortunately, the “little” thrust bumps the head of his cock against the back of my throat and immediately triggers my gag reflex. The choking sound is loud in the quiet room.
“And you said I’m the one who’ll be loud,” he teases.
“That was sabotage. You tried to choke me.”
“It was hot though.” His hazel eyes are darkened with lust.
Feeling evil, I move my finger slowly out and back in again.
Brandon shudders, thighs inching farther apart and abs clenching tighter.
His ass clamps down on my finger, and goddamn, I wish it was my cock so bad.
“You know what’s hot?” I do it again, and again, Brandon reacts. “Seeing you squirm on my finger.”
“Dude, I’m gonna tease the fuck out of you when it’s your turn.”
“You can—”
My words cut off when I pass over a spot deep inside him, and Brandon cries out, almost jerking off the bed. We both freeze. Then I lose my shit laughing.
“What was that?”
He drops onto his back. “I think I saw heaven.”
“Dramatic, much?”
“Just you wait.”
And yeah, after that, I’m curious as hell.
“I need you to get on with it now,” he says.
Gladly, because not only do I want to make him come, but my cock is getting impatient.
I dive onto his dick and aim for the blow job of my life.
The whole time I’m sucking him, I work my finger in and out, wanting to add more but not willing to push my luck.
And when he thrusts into my mouth and back onto my finger, making delicious needy noises, it boosts my confidence.
I try to work him deeper, fuck him harder.
I gag more times than I can count and make a total mess of his cock, but when he grips my hair painfully hard, I know I’m on the right track.
“There …” He gasps. “Right there. Just keep … keep …”
His fingers tighten, and then cum floods my mouth. I’m unprepared and almost choke but do my best to swallow every drop, and when he finally stops throbbing in my mouth, I release him.
“Damn, dude. That was …”
“Uh-huh.” I push to my knees and climb up his body until I’m hovering over his chest. This part I know. This part is where I’m experienced as fuck, and I’m going to give it to him like I would anyone else. “Open up for me.”
His mouth immediately drops, tongue slipping out, and I try to restrain my groan as I slide my cock along it.
“It’s so hot when you don’t question me. Makes me think you’re as into this as I am …”
Brandon pulls back. “I might not be as assertive as you, but don’t think for a second I’m not totally into this. Because I am. Completely. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Even though I know that, I didn’t know how much I needed to hear point-blank that this isn’t all to help me out. Because there’s a difference there. A curious frat brother helping out his bro is one thing; two frat brothers, in this together, figuring out who they are at the same time, is another.
“Then like I said, open up.”
This time he leans forward and wraps his lips around me.
And if seeing Brandon’s lips stretched around my cock isn’t a beautiful sight, I don’t know what is.
This guy who I’ve known for years, who I have verbal sparring matches with daily, who’s gotten me buckets to throw my guts up in, and had my back when I was too drunk to walk, is working my cock like a pro.
He barely takes much more than the head at this angle, but the inexperience isn’t even on my radar as I thrust into the warm suction of his mouth. He feels too damn good. Looks too damn good.
Desire floods my bloodstream, and my balls are already so tight, so ready.
“I want your teeth.” My words come out on a moan.
His eyebrows bunch.
“Just a little. Let me feel them.”
The first scrape of them over my sensitive shaft makes me lose control. I grip my bed with one hand and my cock with the other and jerk myself in time with the small thrusts. Brandon’s deep grunts when I push too far, his hands clenching my thighs, the heat in his eyes … it overwhelms me.
Pleasure shoots along my spine, and my cock pulses right before I unload. It’s mind-numbing bliss, the force of the orgasm taking me offline for a moment, and when I blink Brandon back into focus, the fucker is trying to smirk around my softening cock.
I stop stroking myself and pull out.
Something about the set of his mouth makes me ask, “Did you swallow?”
He opens his mouth to show me my load pooling on his tongue. Then he crooks his finger at me to come closer.
Sexy bastard.
I meet him in a kiss, where we pass my cum back and forth until it’s all gone. I can safely say I’ve never even thought about trying my own cum until now, but that part of it barely registers. All I know is that sharing this with him, doing something so fucking intimate, is incredible.
“Well,” he says when I let him up for air. “I think we can safely tick blow jobs off our list.”
“Our … list?”
“Of what we like. Isn’t that what this experimenting shit is for?”
Huh. I guess he’s right. I mean, I’m here because it feels good, and since I know I’m into whatever now, I’m not ruling out who I’ll end up with one day. So the more practice I get with him, the less of an inexperienced idiot I’ll be once I find someone I want to settle down with.
Brandon … I’m not sure what’s going on in his head. I want to ask, but I don’t want to push, and since we’re already messing around, I dunno if us trying to talk out our sexualities will be one step too far.
Either way, we’re here for the same thing. Me for experience, him for some imaginary checklist. And both of us for mind-blowing orgasms.