He swims backward. I want to join him, but I’m boneless. I don’t even know if I could stand right now. Getting back in the pool is the worst idea.
I manage to push myself up enough to stand. “Let’s go to my room.”
Evan’s erection is visible under the water, and I want to take care of that. Take care of him the way he took care of me.
I wring my underwear out in the pool, Evan’s suggestion I leave it there for Bryce to find a step too far. Hegrins at me like he wants to call me a choir boy or something equally angelic, but he refrains.
I don’t bother telling him the pool will clean itself by the time Bryce comes back from the Bahamas. Just the thought of getting one over on him after what I’ve learned recently is enough to warm me a little.
My underwear’s too wet to put back on, so I climb the stairs completely naked. Evan’s behind me, and the thought of him watching my ass makes my skin prickle and my cock twitch.
“This is my room,” I say, stepping into the nondescript bedroom. Cream walls, a double bed with crisp, white bedsheets under the window with cream-colored curtains. Matching nightstands I filled with condoms and lube in anticipation of Evan’s visit. Some textbooks on the desk. A few novels and old comic books on the bookshelf.
“Where’s all your dorky posters?” Evan asks.
“What dorky posters?”
“Those ones you used to have when we were kids?”
“I’m a little old for Pokémon, don’t you think?”
He laughs, crossing the room until he’s standing right in front of me.
“So what’s the grown up version of dorky posters? The periodic table? Einstein quotes?”
“That’s all at my room at the frat house.”
“Ah, yeah, shit, I forgot about that for a second.”
My face heats up.
“You think it’s lame.”
“What?”
“Me being in a frat—me being a ‘frat boy’?”
His lips quirk up. “I dunno, I guess it could be kinda hot.”
My heart sinks. I don’t want it to be hot. I want Evan to like me. To seeme.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
He tilts my face up gently to look at him. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being a dick.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter.”
I take his hand before kissing him, then dropping to my knees. I catch the slightest gasp from Evan and it gives me so much satisfaction to know he wants this.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I tug his underwear down, inch by agonizing inch. When I glance at Evan, he’s watching me. His lips slightly parted, eyes hooded.
His cock springs free and before I can overthink it, I lick the underside of the tip. Relishing his taste. Lapping up the pre-cum beading on his head. He groans, burying his hand in my hair. I take these little encouragements to heart and wrap my lips around his head, before burying his cock as far back as it will go.
Evan sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck,Nate, that’s good.”
I moan around him and he groans again.
