Chapter 8 #2
Jacob couldn’t help it: he gripped Felix’s ass, rocking Felix against him. Could he make Felix come like this? The idea made him lightheaded, his focus narrowing into Felix hard and desperate against him.
“I’m…” Felix said, and shivered deliciously. “I’m wearing a plug.”
“Plug,” Jacob repeated, not making the connection.
Felix laughed breathlessly. “In my ass, genius.”
“Oh!” Jacob’s face heated. He tightened his grip on Felix’s ass, wondering if he could feel it if he pressed over Felix’s hole. “Like… for…”
“So you can fuck me,” Felix said. Then, Jacob’s hitching breath: “Or you can just finger me! Whatever’s fine. You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Jacob said, his skin prickling with heat as well as deeply unwelcome anxiety.
He didn’t think he would do this for the first time at a party.
What if the lock broke and someone walked in while they were doing it?
What if someone heard him? Felix might be fine with that, but Jacob sure as hell wasn’t.
Felix moved against him again: a small, distracted movement that made some of the anxiety fall away.
Jacob blinked. Right. He could do this. He could totally do this, he just needed Felix to get him out of his head. Get him to that high, powerful place Jacob he experienced when he was watching Felix follow his orders.
“Grind on me until you come,” Jacob said. “Then I’ll f-fuck you.”
Felix didn’t even comment on the stutter. His lips parted, his eyes going hazy. Then he started grinding against Jacob’s leg again.
“Not like that,” Jacob said, inspiration striking him like a lightning bolt. “Get on your knees.”
Felix gaped at him. Jacob waited for a smart-ass comment, but Felix just dropped to his knees and shuffled forward until he could rub his denim-clad cock against Jacob’s shin.
“Told you,” Felix rasped. “You’re a fucking natural.”
Jacob didn’t feel like a natural. But he was finding his footing, burying his hand in Felix’s hair and pulling him in until Felix’s cheek was pressed against the bulge in his jeans.
Felix moaned, rubbing his face against Jacob’s cock.
“Focus,” Jacob told him, the word coming out of him automatically. He’d chastised Felix so many times, how was this any different?
“I didn’t tell you to suck me,” Jacob continued. “What did I tell you?”
Felix grinned against Jacob’s jeans. He looked up at him, his eyes so big they stole Jacob’s breath out of his throat.
“To grind on you until I come,” Felix recited. “I’m on it.”
His hips worked fast and determined. But he kept mouthing at Jacob’s cock through his jeans, filling Jacob with electrifying fantasies of pulling his cock out and fucking Felix’s throat as Felix humped his leg.
The possibilities were intoxicating. Jacob almost forgot they were doing this in a stranger’s bedroom while a frat party raged on outside.
He pulled Felix back by his hair. “Felix. I told you to cut it out.”
“But you’re so hard,” Felix said.
It should have sounded like something out of a porno. It sort of did. But Felix sounded so desperate, straining against his grip. Like he wanted nothing more than to get back to rubbing his face all over Jacob’s clothed cock.
A dozen possibilities ran through Jacob’s mind. He’d never had so many sex ideas until Felix got on his knees for him.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Jacob asked, shocked at how easily the words came out. “Or your mouth? You can only pick one tonight.”
Felix whined. “But I wore a plug.”
Jacob stroked his scalp, mesmerized by how soft Felix’s hair was. He often got the urge to bury his hands in it, a fact he made himself forget until the next time it happened.
“Pick one,” Jacob repeated.
Felix stared up at him, dazed. His hips twitched unconsciously against Jacob’s leg, and Jacob wondered how big Felix’s plug was.
How deep it was inside him. He suddenly wanted to go back on what he said and throw Felix on the stranger’s bed, drag his jeans down and see what Felix had inside him.
The desire almost overrode his nervousness about going all the way in some frat boy’s bedroom with a party raging outside.
“But I want both,” Felix said.
“Don’t be greedy.” Jacob rubbed his hard cock on Felix’s cheek, watching his mouth drop open as Felix tried mouthing at it. “Pick.”
Felix groaned, half from want, half frustration. “Shit. Let me suck you.”
Jacob nodded. “And what do you have to do first?”
“What? Oh.” Felix ground against his leg.
“Good,” Jacob said, lightheaded with lust. “Make yourself come. Then you can suck me off.”
Felix groaned again, the noise muffled against Jacob’s clothed cock. He grabbed Jacob’s leg, humping it with such fervor it sent a thrill up Jacob’s spine. There was no attempt to look coy, no easing into it. Just desperate rutting, mouthing at the bulge in Jacob’s pants.
“I said after,” Jacob said, pulling Felix back by his hair. “Can’t hold yourself back, huh? If I knew you needed it this bad, I would’ve offered it to you in high school.”
Felix whimpered. He ground against Jacob’s leg so hard Jacob wondered if it hurt. But Felix wasn’t tapping out. He panted hard as he humped Jacob’s leg. His eyes were locked on Jacob’s now, his mouth open like an invitation.
Jacob couldn’t resist. He pushed two fingers into Felix’s mouth, his cock straining against his jeans as Felix sucked them eagerly.
“Can’t believe you didn’t ask me for it,” Jacob said. “Look at you. You need it so bad.”
Felix bit down on his fingers, eyes slamming shut. His urgent hip movements slowed, all the tension draining out of him as he came.
Jacob watched, spellbound. He wanted to watch Felix come forever. But he was so hard it was genuinely painful, and Felix was sucking weakly on his fingers again.
Jacob pulled his fingers out of Felix’s mouth to scrabble wildly at his zipper. He felt like he would die if he didn’t get inside Felix right now. The bastard was holding his mouth open, his tongue out and his eyes half-lidded.
“So fucking easy,” Jacob heard himself say. Then he pulled his cock free and shoved it inside Felix’s mouth, not giving him time to adjust before he pushed all the way into his throat.
Felix choked. But he was still clinging to Jacob’s leg, moving one hand to grip Jacob’s hip. He wasn’t pushing Jacob back. If anything, he was urging Jacob deeper.
Jacob gave it to him. He fucked Felix’s throat, his head empty of anything that wasn’t that tight, wet heat.
He barely made it three thrusts before he came, crushing Felix’s nose into his pubes. Blood rushed in his ears, pounding so loud he didn’t hear anything until he shot one last jet of come down Felix’s throat.
“Holy shit,” Jacob slurred. He pulled his cock out, legs shaking. “Are you okay?”
Felix gasped for air. His eyes were wet, his lips red and puffy. He was still staring at Jacob’s softening cock, watching the thin thread of saliva that connected the cockhead to his lips.
“Felix.” Jacob wiped Felix’s lip, clearing away the spit. “You good?”
Felix blinked hard. Then he looked up at Jacob, grinning. “Dude. That was hot as fuck. Sure you don’t want to fuck me? I can get you hard again.”
Jacob’s cock twitched feebly. He locked his knees, trying not to fall down right there as he considered.
He could still fuck him, even though he’d said Felix could only pick one.
But for some reason, there was still that weird reluctance lurking in the depths of Jacob’s head, where he determinedly never looked.
He wanted to fuck Felix. Obviously he wanted to fuck Felix. But not here. Which was… weird. He’d just fucked Felix’s throat, what was the big deal about going all the way?
Someone knocked on the door.
“Fuck,” Jacob spat, cramming himself back into his boxers.
“Heeeey,” came a loud, drunk voice from behind the door. “Can I get in my room please? I need to prove that they really do give out hacky sack trophies.”
“Absolutely,” Jacob called, pulling Felix to his feet and straightening his clothes. “Sorry! One second!”
Felix giggled. He was lax and malleable, letting Jacob pat his unruly hair into place and adjust his shirt.
Jacob paused when he noticed the wet patch on Felix’s jeans. “Oh. Wow.”
“’S what happens when you make a guy come in his pants,” Felix said, the words slow and bleary. He opened his mouth again, then hesitated.
“What?” Jacob asked distractedly, eyeing the door.
Felix didn’t reply. When Jacob looked back, Felix was touching the tuft of hair that Jacob had just pushed behind his ear.
“Felix,” Jacob prompted.
Felix startled. “What? Nothing. Wanna watch a movie?”