When I finally take his full length back into my mouth, my free hand comes up to grip his hip, anchoring myself as I start to suck in earnest.
I move with a passion I didn’t know I possessed, my head bobbing, wanting to drive him over the edge, to give him the same mindless, shattering release he gave me in the locker room.
“Artie, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come right in your…”
His words are cut off by his own harsh groan.
His hips buck upward, and his cock throbs violently in my mouth as a hot flood of semen hits the back of my throat. I swallow reflexively, the taste of him overwhelming my senses.
The hand in my hair clenches, his knuckles brushing my scalp, and I know it’s not deliberate—he’s completely lost, out of his mind.
In that moment of shared sensation and release, I feel my own cock burst with excitement inside my jeans, a painful ache.
I barely have time to get my legs under me before he’s hauling me to my feet.
In one fluid motion, he pushes me back onto my narrow dorm bed, the springs groaning in protest. He comes down on top of me, his weight solid and strangely comforting, and his mouth crashes against mine.
It’s a wild, hungry kiss, not just lips but teeth and tongue. He bites my bottom lip, just hard enough to make me gasp, and then soothes it with his tongue.
He pulls back just enough to rip my jumper over my head and toss it aside.
The cool air hits my bare chest, but then his big, warm hands are on me, touching everywhere at once. His palms are rough, calloused, and they map my body with an almost desperate reverence—over my ribs, down my stomach, up to my shoulders.
“You’re not cold anymore, right?” he whispers, his breath hot against my cheek.
I shake my head, my mind foggy. The question is… so odd, so out of place. He seems to be in some kind of trance, fixated on this one small detail from outside, as if my being cold was a problem he was desperate to solve.
But then his mouth covers my skin, and all coherent thought vanishes. He laves a wet, open-mouthed path down my neck, over my collarbone.
When his lips close over my nipple, I arch my back off the mattress, a short moan tearing from my throat.
He sucks hard, his other hand finding my other nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger. Electrifying pleasure lances through me.
He moves, shifting his weight so he’s lying behind me, pulling my back flush against his chest. I’m spooned against his solid frame, feeling the frantic beat of his heart against my shoulder blades.
He nuzzles my ear, his lips brushing the shell, sending shivers down my spine, while his hands continue their relentless,wonderfultorment on my chest.
He starts to speak, his voice a ragged whisper directly into my ear.
“I shouldn’t have questioned you so harshly about being gay. I shouldn’t have pushed you, demanded an answer. You have the right to have doubts, you don’t have to answer me at all…” He takes a shuddering breath, his arms tightening around me. “But you have to understand that I just couldn’t take it anymore… Fuck, Artie, I’ve been going crazy since last week. Since the locker room. I never thought you’d let me touch you… like that, so fast… You climbed on top of me, remember? You climbed right into my lap yourself, and I fucking lost my mind…”
His confession spills out. It’s all there—the insecurity, the want, the madness I’ve been sensing under the surface for months.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my head lolling back against his shoulder as his lips find my neck again. “Oh God, Raiden, please…”
He pulls me even closer, his now-soft cock pressing against my ass. He shifts his hips, a clear prelude to something more. I’m ready. My body is pliant, open, ready to let him do anything he wants to me. My mind is almost gone, it’s just like I’m lost in the storm of sensation and the dizzying truth of his words.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound is sharp, loud.Shit.Brutally out of place. I startle, every muscle in my body tensing. Raiden growls irritably against my neck.
“Ignore it,” he mutters, his hand sliding down my stomach. “They’ll leave.”
“Artie? Are you in there? It’s me!”
My blood runs cold. Karolina.
I scramble out from under Raiden’s arms and off the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. I look at my phone on the desk—10:15 PM.Fuck.We were supposed to meet at ten to go over the final food truck vendor contracts. I completely forgot.
