Chapter Twelve
Brent
I could tell our second first time was going to be way different than our first first time together.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me again, Brent,” Renny whispered aggressively to me as he backed his ass against my dick while we waited for the elevator.
We were heading to our suites on the penthouse level of the campus hotel.
I held Renny’s waist and pulled him close to me, much like that wintery Friday night back in his college dorm room.
Our first time. This time, we held on to each other in public like neither of us cared who was around. “You want this ass, Brent?”
I hadn’t had any physical touch from anyone besides myself in years, so I leaned down, nuzzled Renny’s right ear, and said, “Fuck yeah.”
“I want that chain dangling across my back like you mean business when you fuck me.”
I kissed him on the side of his neck. “Shit, Renny, what is coming over you?”
“Hopefully you. On my back. On my stomach. On my chest.”
“You turning me the fuck on.”
Security cameras be damned. Renny pushed me against the back wall of the elevator as the doors closed.
He lifted my T-shirt and unbuttoned the top of my cargo pants, sliding his hand in and getting a handful of my dick, which stood alert at high noon, hard as iron, and poked out the top of my boxer briefs.
I closed my eyes in delicious agony as Renny held and stroked me, my dick leaking with desire.
He had me near orgasm the entire ten-floor ride up.
I was determined not to let a hand job do me in before we got to one of our suites and the main event.
“You like?”
“Hell yeah, Renny.”
“Remember what this mouth can do.”
I opened my eyes to look down at Renny’s. We stared. I knew exactly what his mouth could do. He knew, too.
“If you are asking me again, yes, I’d like to sit in the chair.”