Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
COLBY
Tyler shivers underneath me. I don’t know how these words are falling from my tongue, but they are, and I’m not mad about it.
It’s like I’ve been soaring through a different dimension since he dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.
All guards are down. It’s just me and him and the feel of him squeezing around my fingers that continue to drive in and out of him.
His arms are starting to shake, like he’s struggling to hold himself up.
“Does this feel good for you, Ty?” I ask, curling my fingers again.
Another whimper leaves his throat, and I grin.
Fuck, this is so much better than I expected it to be. Seeing him tremble from pleasure at the mercy of my fingers is a heady sensation I wasn’t prepared for.
“I need you, Colbs,” he murmurs, lifting his head to look at me over his shoulder. “There’s condoms in my bag, but I also haven’t been with anyone except you since my last screening.”
I freeze, fingers paused mid-thrust. “Do you mean…”
“That I want you without anything between us? Yeah, I do, but I also respect if you would prefer to wear a condom. You’re gonna make me feel good regardless, so it’s whatever will make you feel good.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed and speechless.
In all the buildup, it wasn’t something I thought about.
Which is probably a bad thing, because if I was with anyone else except Tyler, there wouldn’t be the same level of trust there.
But I do trust him, and having the option to feel everything with no barriers for my first time is like some weird sort of fate.
“Okay,” I say before biting down on my lip. “You’ll tell me if I’m bad?”
Tyler chuckles softly. “You could nut in me after one pump, and I’ll still be having the time of my life.”
I shake my head slightly, smiling to myself as I slip my fingers out to pick up the lube.
Tyler grunts at the loss of my fingers, and I pour some lube onto my hand, then slick up my cock.
My breathing is already labored from how turned on I am, but when I sit up on my knees and line the tip of my cock with Tyler’s entrance, I suck in a breath and hold it.
I slowly press inside, watching my cock disappear inside him.
His body sucks me in inch by inch. His low grunts and garbled moans have my skin prickling.
Don’t come too soon.
It’s a mantra I repeat in my head until my hips meet his ass, my pubes nestled in close with the top of his crease.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, fingers flexing against his skin where I’m holding his waist.
“Fuck, Colbs, you feel so good inside me,” Tyler groans over his shoulder. His hair is damp with sweat beading around his temples. “Does it feel good for you?”
“You feel so good,” I respond in a rush, then let out a moan that has my head tipping back when he squeezes around me.
Holy fucking shit. I don’t think I’m going to last long. My balls are already tight.
When the wave of euphoria ebbs slightly, I slowly begin to move my hips, fixated on the way his hole stretches around me, sucking me in so easily.
Tyler arches his back and drops his chest to the bed, hands gripping the sheets.
The muscles in his shoulders and back ripple with each pump of my hips.
Sweat trickles down my spine, and I raise one hand to push the hair back that’s sticking to my forehead.
Did we forget to turn the AC on in here, or is the heat coming from how fucking hot this is?
Adjusting my grip on his waist, I thrust faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin joins his moans and whimpers filling the room. My heart is pounding so fast against my rib cage, I’m worried it’s going to break out of my chest.
My name is a deep groan on Tyler’s lips as I continue to drive into him, and when his arm snakes between his torso and the mattress to stroke his cock, his muscles squeeze around me again as he takes himself in hand.
A rough moan escapes from deep in my chest. “Fuck, we need to switch.”
I’m hypersensitive as I slip my cock from him and lie back on the bed, my shoulders propped up from the pillows behind me.
Tyler turns around and swings his leg over my hips, then reaches back to grab hold of my cock. I’m torn between keeping my eyes on his face or watching him guide my cock into his hole, but the second he pushes down, taking the tip, my gaze drops to between his legs.
With my hands on his thighs, I don’t blink as I watch him lower himself until his ass meets my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, toes curling into the mattress.
Tyler rests his hands on either side of my head and arches forward, his hair falling around his face.
“You ready, Colbs?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna let me hear you?”
I tighten my grip on his thighs, fingers digging into his hard flesh. “Yes.”
“Good, because your moans are the best thing I’ve ever heard, so don’t be shy, and let me really hear you.”
He kisses me roughly, then begins to roll his hips. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and there’s no way I could silence myself even if I tried, because the way he bounces on my cock has me transporting to another universe.
Pleasure coils at the base of my spine as a fire burns through my veins, lighting every nerve ending until every limb tingles with my imminent release.
His hard cock slaps against my abs, leaving a wet trail of precum that glistens in the bright light coming from the TV.
I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke. My rhythm is completely off, but his answering whimpers fuel me, and I can’t hold it off any longer.
“Tyler,” I moan, voice coming out rough, like it’s being dragged across gravel.
My release hits me harder than it ever has before.
My vision blurs, and my body stiffens as I fill Tyler with my cum.
I’m floating in this weird, hazy space where I can’t feel my limbs, but when I’m able to refocus, my hand is still wrapped around Tyler’s cock.
He thrusts into my grip, his hands now resting on my chest.
A fuzzy sensation is still running through my veins, but I find the strength to continue stroking him, twisting my palm around the tip and teasing my thumb over his slit.
“Colbs, I’m gonna—fuckkkkk,” Tyler moans.
His cum lands in thick ropes on my stomach as I stroke him through his orgasm and don’t release him until he nudges my hand away from him with a hiss.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking sensitive,” he murmurs and flops down onto the bed beside me.
I’m unable to hear anything except the sound of our labored breathing and my rapidly beating heart as I stare at the cum pooling on my stomach.
I’m not sure how much time has passed when Tyler lifts himself up onto his elbow. His eyes are heavy, but he looks satisfied. He leans in to press a kiss to my lips, and his hair falls forward, surrounding our faces like a curtain. I reach up and tangle my fingers between the strands.
“I don’t know what it is about your hair,” I murmur against his mouth, fingers making their way up toward the back of his head. “But I love it.”
I feel his smile against my lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Don’t ever cut it.”
He swallows thickly, eyes searching mine for who knows what.
“I won’t,” he promises in a whisper.
Tyler lies down on his front, our shoulders touching despite us both covered in sweat. The sheet is a rumpled mess at the bottom of the bed.
We lie there, watching the game on the TV in silence. After a few minutes, our breathing evens out, and I roll my head on the pillow to face him.
“We should probably shower,” I suggest, feeling his release beginning to dry on my skin.
He nods and runs his fingertips up my inner thigh in a featherlight stroke. “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I say, unabashed. “Like I could go for round two if you keep that up.”
Tyler smirks, his fingers trailing higher. He reaches the edge of my pubes, then removes his hand.
I whine. “Tyler.”
Chuckling, he slaps my thigh and sits up, swinging his legs over the bed.
“Come on, sexy, let’s have some fun in the shower. I’m not done with you yet.”
Despite the traffic trying to get out of Boston, we make it back to campus in record time.
Tyler drops me off outside my building, and I take the stairs two at a time, conscious that time is ticking before I need to be at the practice facility, where the bus will be waiting to take us back into Boston for our flight.
Stassie has already left for class, but when I reach my room, there’s a note stuck onto my door.
C,
I’m sorry I couldn’t see you before you go, but have the best time in Florida! Bring me back a fridge magnet :)
Also, I hope you had the best night of your life.
I’ll be cheering you on from the student center with my foam finger. You better appreciate it!
LOVE!
Stassie <3
Chuckling, I peel the note from the door and head into my room.
My suitcase remains on my bed, still half-packed from yesterday.
I throw in the rest of my things, making sure to pack my laptop and my favorite pair of game-day socks.
Once I’ve packed everything I need, I take a quick shower and stick Stassie’s note to my corkboard, along with the Polaroid she took of us at Christmas wearing ridiculous turkey hats.
After a quick double-check that I haven’t forgotten anything, I head downstairs, suitcase in hand, and make my way over to the practice facility.
The bus is already waiting for us. The equipment team is loading our gear bags into the belly of the bus, so I head over to them and load my suitcase on.
The university has chartered a flight for this tournament, and the excitement buzzing in the air when I join some of my teammates has my own pulse spiking.
“We’re traveling like rock stars!” Nelson chirps, eyes wide in wonder.
“Do you think we get an in-flight meal?” Anton asks. “Usually, I buy my food in the terminal. Do we still go through the terminal?”
“I have no idea, but it’s like three hours, dude. Surely you can survive that long without eating,” Liam says.