He grunts at that, thrusting upwards, before one of his legs wraps around mine, and he flips me around in a grunt of effort, pressing me into the mattress with his hips.
I suck in a breath, taking in the savage look on his face, my heart beating wildly. My anticipation levels soar at an all-time high as he lowers himself, because shit, I want this. I want everything. All of him. Right the fuck now.
TWENTY-FIVE
“Smooth move,” Tyles remarks, gazing up at me as I’m now on top of him, those brown eyes burning with hunger.
I take him in, that big body of his rippling with masculine power, all mine for the taking. I know I made fun of him tonight, about his QB position, but he's a pure work of art. Every damn inch of him is toned to perfection, to win, toscore, to be a damn legend on that field.
And there’s something totally addictive about having the perfect specimen that he is beneath me–the football god this whole town and campus is crazy about. He’s staring at me with nothing but trust and devotion on his face, and it makes my heart soar.
Not wasting another second I slam my lips down on top of his, and Ty’s open up. I let my tongue slide deep inside his mouth as I grab one of his big thighs and wrap it around my hip. The new angle makes our dicks happily greet each other, and the husky groan coming from Ty drives me crazy. It’s fucking intoxicating.
I lift myself and lean on one elbow, letting my other hand move over his hip, down to his ass. When my fingers graze his crack again, Ty’s hips jerk up off the bed, and he gasps in my mouth. I swallow that gasp, trailing his tongue with my own in an all-consuming kiss, making his frame relax again.
Because if he really wants to do this, we have to take it slow and steady, and he has to stay chill. The last thing I want is to hurt him.
At least I’ve introduced him a bit to ass-play in the last couple of weeks, trailing my fingers up and down his hot channel when we’re going at it, and he’s quite loving it. So I press the pad of my finger down like before when he was still on top, not breaching him but letting him get used to the sensation of something touching him down below.
He shudders beneath me and actually shovesbackon my finger, clearly as into this as I am. I give him one final kiss, before licking my way to his neck, his chest, sucking on his damn nipple while I gently keep pressing down on his hole.
His fingers are tightly wrapped in my hair now, and the sting of pain as he twists makes my dick throb in anticipation.
“Please tell me you have lube and some condoms here somewhere,” I say right before I lick a path from his happy trail to my favorite place.
Tyler shivers beneath me–and I devour the flush on his cheeks–but is still able to point to the bedside table. “Yeah. Lube. Right there. Somewhere.”
I lift up and reach over to open the drawer, but beside a lone half-empty bottle of lube, it’s empty.
“The lube is here. But don’t you have condoms?”
He blinks up at me sheepishly, eyes glazed in lust. “What? Shit, no. I don’t have condoms here.”
I let my head fall in the crook of his neck with a groan.
“I thought you would have some,” he remarks with a whine and a push of his groin, seeking some friction. “I didn’t have the need to have condoms here for years.”
“Well it didn’t occur to me you wanted to get your freak on in yourparents’house. So no, I didn’t bring any. Aren’t you afraid they’ll hear us by the way?”
He chuckles, his big body moving deliciously beneath me. “Do you honestly believe my parents wanted to sleep on the same floor as their three teenage sons? They built themselves an addition downstairs to the back of the house with a very big bedroom when the hormones hit.”
“And don’t you think your brothers have some lying around in their old rooms?”
Tyler grunts as I take his lobe in my mouth and suck on it. “No. My mom made a hobby room and a guest room when they left,” he answers on a rasp.
I sigh and kiss his neck now. “No worries. I can introduce you to your prostate with my fingers then. We’ll do the rest some other time.”
He throws his legs around my ass, grinding his cock in an addictive slide and shakes his head. “No. No way. Iwantyou. Ineedyou,” He sounds almost desperate with lust, latching onto my mouth with his, his hands delving in my back.
“Babe,” I grunt against his mouth when I get the chance. “Ireallywant this as well, but if we don't have any–”
“Give me my phone.” He waves to his nightstand again, where it lies on top of it next to my notebook.
“What? Do you have Uber Condoms on there?” I joke before grabbing it.
“Sure, I'll just use the DoorDash Dick service,” he mutters before tapping away, making me snicker.
“Ah! Here it is.” He flips the screen with a smile full of triumph. It’s the app from the school's health center, I have it too. It’s opened on the results from a recent medical test, all STD’s listed are checked negative.
