6. Chapter 6
He stands up and walks over to his desk, leaving me to admire his body and plan where I’ll put all the bite marks I want him covered in.
I swear this guy developed a sixth sense when it comes to me because he turns to say something and stops when he notices the way I ogle him.
“Like what you see?” he teases.
“You have no idea.”
He glances down at my rapidly hardening cock.
“I think I do.”
I roll my eyes at him as he rummages through a drawer.
“I liked you better with your mouth full.”
He stops and glares at me, but there’s no bite in it. Hah, I’m going to keep the joke about my cock melting his frozen heart for later. He picks out what seem to be lotion bottles, but when I lean closer, it’s lube.
“You have more than one bottle of lube?”
“Of course. Different occasions.”
I groan. Again, why this guy?
“Were you grown in a lab or something? Stop talking like that—“ I pause as something catches my attention. “Is that one cherry-flavored?”
“Yeah.” He grimaces at the bottle I’m pointing towards and throws it back in the drawer.
“You hate cherries.”
“I’ve started to dislike cherries recently.” He almost hisses the last word, throwing a look in the drawer’s direction.
The dots connect in my head and I crack up so hard I almost hit my head against the wall.
“Is that why you didn’t want the cherry soda I offered you last week?”
“No, that was because I saw you spit in it.”
I choke on my own laugh. How the hell did he see that? I’m sure his back was turned.
“You poured water over my face to wake me up.”
“You were missing practice.”
We exchange a heated look before laughter bubbles out of my chest. I see him trying to hold back a smile as well.
“Come here already,” I say. I couldn’t wait to have him in my arms again.
And I was curious what kind of sounds he was going to make while bouncing on my cock.
He lets a smile light up his face for a moment before settling back into his calm expression.
Then he snaps his fingers at me, motioning for me to turn around and lie down with my head on the pillow.
I don’t even notice I’m doing it until it clicks.
“Are you training me?” I frown at him as he comes closer.
“Yes,” he answers as if it were obvious.
“Have you been doing this since you moved in?”
He was on the verge of pulling down his shorts when he stops, clearly thinking about my question, and I mentally curse my bad timing. I reach forward, trying to grab him but he easily sidesteps me.
“Are you imagining that ever since last year, when I moved in, I had some sort of diabolical plan to get you to sleep with me?”
When he puts it that way…
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. You were just insufferably lazy and needed a firm guiding hand.” He fakes a sweet smile at me.
I pout, then just as quickly perk up when he does take off the rest of his clothes. I loved getting my dick sucked, but staring at his own hard length now, my mouth is suddenly watering.
“This is a recent development.”
Now that he’s within my reach, I grab his hips and pull him on top of me, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against mine.
“Speak plainly for once,” I murmur as I begin my trail of kisses from his jaw, down his throat and along his collarbone. Then I notice he’s not speaking anymore. When I look up he’s avoiding my gaze again, a faint blush on his cheeks. I let my teeth scrape along his neck to get his attention.
“You pulled me into bed one morning.”
“What?”
“Last summer, before the semester ended, I was trying to wake you up. You pulled me in bed with you and caged me against you. And told me to shut up.”
“Sounds like me. Wait. Are you saying I cuddled you in my sleep and you didn’t give me a black eye for it?”
“Yeah.” He pauses and runs a hand through his hair. “It was kinda nice.”
Seeing Connor act all shy was not on my bucket list, but it will definitely make my top three moments of the year. Especially when his lips are still swollen from choking on my cock. I can’t help but pull him into a smoldering kiss.
So that was my dick’s problem all along. It liked being nestled up against Connor and wouldn’t take any other suitor, rioting to go back to this delicious ass. Still kissing, I slide my hands down his sides and grab onto that part of him I’ve been checking out since the beginning.
“Ride me,” I moan into his mouth, grinding my hardness against his own.
His hand gently wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just letting me feel it’s there, and looks at me expectantly.
“Please ride me.”
He flashes me a grin when I roll my eyes at him again. Then he sits up on my lap, resting his weight on my crotch and grabs the lube next to him.
“Do you want to?” He asks, dangling it in front of me like bait, knowing I can’t resist a challenge.
I snatch it from him, opening it and pouring a copious amount on my fingers.
Luckily, this I knew how to do. He leans forward, giving me access to his backside, and lets out a sigh when I press a finger against his entrance.
His fingers dig into my shoulders, clinging to me as I enter him and start working on opening him up.
I watch him, mesmerized that Connor can even make such a lewd face as I add a second finger and begin to slowly move them inside him.
“You’re gripping me so tight,” I whisper in his ear.
His body is now flush against mine and he can’t hide those little sounds of pleasure he makes anymore.
I feel his cock twitch against my stomach, the slick gathering between us as he pushes back against my fingers.
He buries his face into my shoulder as he starts to move faster.
He’s fucking himself on my fingers, I realize, using my body to relieve his aching cock, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I twist my fingers inside him, and his whole body shakes.
“Right there,” he moans.
I search for that spot again, and he lets out a whine when I press against it.
I feel more slick gathering between us, his hips thrusting into me with abandon, seeking any type of friction he can find.
So I take a page out of his book of teasing and pull my fingers from him.
He chokes back a gasp and turns to look at me with wild eyes.
“Fuck yourself on my cock. Now.” I tell him, and he’s so far gone he doesn’t even notice I’m the one ordering him to do something because he nods and sits up in my lap immediately.
He pours some more lube down my length, spreading it all over before slowly sliding down on it.
It takes all my willpower not to thrust up into him.
He’s so tight and hot inside, it feels incredible.
I never want to feel anything other than him.
I watch him bite his lip as he takes inch after inch, and I almost pull him down to take it between my teeth, but I don’t want him to stop.
I fist the sheets until my knuckles turn white.
When he finally bottoms out, we are both equally breathless.
I take the chance to move my hands to his hips, gripping him tight in a possessive hold. Which he seems to enjoy because he rewards me with a scorching look, his lips slightly parted and chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
I wrap a hand around his throbbing length, swiping my palm over the head and smearing his pre-cum down his shaft.
His hips jerk forward on instinct, making both of us gasp as he moves with me fully sheathed inside him.
I want this image imprinted in my brain forever.
I start moving my hand, first slowly, then pick up the pace when I see his vision start to lose focus.
I’m so hypnotized by the sounds he makes, moans he tries to hold back and little gasps when I pay particular attention to the sensitive head, that I don’t notice when his hips start matching my rhythm.
He weakly grabs my wrist, trying to hold it in place.
“If you don’t slow down I’ll—“ His voice is cut off when I thrust deep inside him, hitting that spot over and over just to bask in the way his eyes almost roll to the back of his head.
My own cock is twitching like crazy from how tight he squeezes it.
“Yeah? Think that’s only a you problem right now?” I manage a chuckle through deep breaths, and I’m repaid with what could be called an affectionate smile. “Let me see how you look when you come.”
It’s all the encouragement he needs. I don’t give him a moment’s pause, stroking him even as he comes all over my stomach and chest. He’s squeezing me so hard through his orgasm that I follow soon after.
The hand on his hip keeps him firmly in place as I pump him full of my cum.
His whole body shivers from the sensation.
There’s nothing in front of my eyes except him, my vision tunneled on the expression on his face.
I notice a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth and pull him down to me to lick it.
The movement takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen as he crashes into my chest. I know he can feel the mess he made between us and it probably bothers the clean freak, so I wrap my arms around him to hold him pressed tightly against me.
Or he might be just as lost in the kiss and afterglow that he doesn’t even notice from the way he melts in my embrace.
His thumb traces the line of my jaw, all the way to the back of my head and playing with my hair.
“I need to clean up,” he mutters between kisses.
“If you can get up and walk, I’ll be seriously offended,” I goad him.
He regards me with a sudden determination, and pushes against my shoulders to lift himself up. Then immediately collapses back into my arms.
“Not a word,” he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
“Yessir.” I chuckle and kiss his temple.
There’s just one last thing I can’t get out of my head, even as sleep threatens to take over.
“You didn’t seem surprised at all about all this.”
He blinks up at me. I might not have been the only one well on the way to an after-sex nap.
“Ah.” He props himself up on an elbow to look at me. “I heard you jerk off in the bathroom after you saw me with that guy.”
Of all the things we just did, this makes my cheeks heat up.
“Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?”
He chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
“No, that teammate of yours said you went outside looking for me and, a few minutes after, you rushed back inside searching for a bathroom.” He shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “I figured you saw me and wanted to talk to you.”
“And you heard me in the bathroom,” I finish for him.
He nods.
“I told you. You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
“Shut up,” I groan and pull him back into my arms.