5. Chapter 5
My heart is pounding so hard I’m pretty sure the whole dorm can hear it as Connor kneels in front of my bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask out of breath.
He tugs on my shorts.
“Off with these.”
It’s a command I happily and hastily execute.
I adjust my position so I am leaning against the wall as I take them off, silently begging not to spring a full-on boner after lamenting that I can’t get it up just a few moments earlier.
It’s very well on the way there, but nothing incriminating yet.
I take a couple of breaths, steeling myself before I look back up.
Connor is watching me with rapt attention, one arm resting on my knees and his jaw clenched. After a couple seconds, he lets out a low chuckle.
“Now I understand why everybody is lining up for it.” He looks up at me through those dark eyelashes, a suggestive smirk on his lips, and I almost lose contact with reality. “May I?”
I nod with a little too much enthusiasm because it makes him laugh and his eyes light up in a way I didn’t think him capable of. Seeing him like this, with his hair still damp from the shower and the light shining on his athletic body, I wonder how I did not realize how hot he is until recently.
My mind goes blank as he puts his hands under my knees, lifts me, and spreads my legs on the bed.
I stare wide-eyed as he gets closer, and his body heat washes over me.
Warmth pools in my gut at the feeling of being utterly vulnerable in front of this arrogant guy, who has been driving me insane from day one.
The same guy who is currently kneeling in front of me.
I’ve seen porn that was less erotic than this.
My cock twitches, blood quickly rushing towards it now that my brain suddenly decided I’m very much into whatever Connor is doing or planning to do right now. He doesn’t miss the movement, his head tilting and his smirk now morphing into a full grin.
His eyes meet mine, holding my gaze as he moves his hand along my inner thigh, watching for my reaction as he inches closer and closer.
I already know I’m going to embarrass myself, so I don’t even bother holding back the moan that escapes me when his warm hand wraps around my length.
He gives it a slight pump and my hips almost leave the bed.
“Hold your legs open. If you kick me, you’ll regret it.”
I definitely unlocked some kind of submission kink because I move so fast I almost accidentally punch him in the nose. It earns me an unimpressed eyebrow raise that only adds fuel to the fire in my gut.
“First one on the house?” I try to joke.
He tries to give me a stern look, but I see how hard he’s trying to hold back his laughter.
My own laugh soon dies out as he returns his attention back to the half-hard member in his hand.
His hand moves slowly up and down, not fully squeezing it, and the feather-like touch is driving me insane.
Just as much as the fact that it’s quickly becoming an honest boner.
“Having trouble getting it up, you say?” He asks in a mocking tone. He drives the point home by swiping a thumb over the head, sending me into a full-body shiver.
“That’s the other part of the problem.”
He hums in question as he gives it a harder jerk.
“I only get hard when—“ My words are cut off when he cups my balls, weighing them in his hand before gently matching the slow touch of his other hand.
“Yes?”
I see the beads of pre-cum starting to form, which he deftly picks up and smears down the shaft.
“When it’s you.” I finally manage to breathe out.
He freezes.
Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. What if he thinks it’s weird? Sure, as if he wasn’t the one suddenly kneeling and offering to touch me.
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, the hungry look in them erasing all my previous concerns. A pang of pride echoes in my chest. I’ve never seen him look like this at anyone before. It’s joined by another smoldering feeling that creeps up on me and that I can’t ignore anymore.
“I think I might have a crush on you.” The words are out before I can give them any other form, but they seem to get the point across.
He stares at me and for a moment I want to follow up with an apology, an explanation, anything to get him to say something. Anything.
Then his head dips and he’s running his tongue over the slit, licking up the drops that were running down the shaft before coming back up and sealing his lips over the head. It takes everything I have not come right there.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, digging my nails into my thighs so I don’t clamp them over his head.
His tongue circles the sensitive tip, a groan making its way out of his throat and sending vibrations all along my cock. I want to run my hands through his hair but something tells me he won’t be happy if I disobey him and let go. And right now I really need him happy.
He glances up at me, watching my reaction before taking even more into his mouth.
“So that’s what it takes for you to shut your mouth,” I mumble and he chokes trying to stifle a laugh. He gives my balls a light squeeze while hollowing his cheeks and I almost double over him.
“I got it, I got it. Bossy,” I say, feeling him nod.
I pull my leg up a bit more so I can reach him with my hand, unable to resist the temptation of running my fingers through his hair anymore.
The sound he makes could almost be called a purr.
I’m dumbstruck for a moment. I know Connor hates people touching his hair.
The fact that he likes it when I do makes something in my chest flutter.
I can feel the spit dripping down my length as he struggles to take all of it.
When my cock hits the back of his throat we both moan.
His nails rake down my chest and stomach and I can feel my cock twitch in his mouth at the sensation.
I let my head fall back against the wall, half basking in the feeling and half trying to steady my breath so I don’t come down his throat right now.
Then he starts actually moving, head bobbing and tongue tracing his up and down path.
He’s fucking good at this and I wish I knew earlier.
Actually, I don’t know why I’m even surprised.
He’s always great at everything he does.
My hips jerk when he swallows around, and his hands firmly grab onto them, holding me down.
I’m so close I can feel the tingling sensation wash over me, but I want to see something first.
“Hey, Connor,” I whisper through rugged breaths.
He looks up at me.
“You look so good like this. Like you were made to suck my cock.” I scratch his scalp while saying it, curious about his reaction.
A whine. His hips grind against the bed. His nails dig into my hips.
We are both so surprised by his reaction, we exchange a wide-eyes stare before he frowns. Which would normally be funny given, especially in his current position, but I know it spells trouble for me.
He doubles down his efforts, licking and sucking, all while never losing eye contact with me. He releases it with a pop, letting me see his reddened lips, before making a show of licking them and going back for seconds.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” I moan. “Get up, you’re going to make me come.” I try to pull at his hair, but he bats my hand away and shakes his head.
I might just be in love with this man is the last conscious thought I have before he takes it deep down his throat and swallows around it.
My vision goes white and my whole body shudders.
It feels so good I might just faint from it.
And he moans. He’s freaking moaning as I come down his throat.
His hands massage my hips, encouraging me to give him more, and I happily do until he sucks even the last drop out of me.
I look down at him with unfocused eyes, watching him slowly release my cock and give the tip one last lick.
Something overcomes me, a fuzzy feeling that fills my chest and makes me want to be reckless.
My fingers caress the back of his neck, making him look at me questioningly.
I grab him by the nape and tug him closer, leaving enough space for him to decide.
I figured that Connor is not fond of kissing; I saw the way he rejected that guy back then.
But maybe, just maybe, I hold on to a sliver of hope that I’m special.
He regards me for a brief moment, enough to make me feel like a fool, before leaning in and pressing his mouth to mine.
I wrap my arm around his middle and pull him closer, making him gasp and open his mouth just enough for me to slide my tongue in.
His fingers run through my hair before finding purchase and tilting my head back, just like in my fantasies, as he climbs into my lap.
His tongue presses against mine and I can taste myself on it.
“What a good boy you are,” he whispers into my mouth, his voice low and husky. It goes straight down my spine, despite having just orgasmed, and I’m already half hard. He pulls back and looks down at the offending member poking his thigh.
“Do you want to…” he trails off but I know what he means. I’ve been thinking about it so much in the past few days that I was ready to ask him myself.
“Oh, please, yes.”
As I speak, a question pops into my head. Who’s going to screw whom? He’s definitely in control, but, fuck, his ass looks so nice I wanna squeeze it until I see the imprints of my fingers there.
It probably shows on my face because Connor leans down for another kiss. When he pulls back, his face is flustered, and he’s avoiding my eyes.
“I want to ride you,” he mutters, voice hoarse after taking me down his throat like a champ.
Jackpot.