I’ve never seen him move so fast as he pulls his shirt off.
“You tell me if you need me to stop,” I say.
He nods and I lean down, trailing kisses along his collar bones, then down onto his nipples, sucking each one into my mouth and rolling my tongue over it. Gasps and moans escape him as he grips my hair. I lick a trail down his chest to hisstomach, he’s always going on about my body, but he looks fucking amazing too.
His stomach is toned, more because of his slender frame than the result of hours in the gym. Jamie and Max repeatedly tell me he’s the literal definition of a twink. They also keep reminding me that’s ‘my type’, even though I’ve told them there’s nothing going on between us. And yes, I realize that makes me a liar considering I’m about to have his cock in my mouth…
“Stephen,” he moans, as I continue my trail of kisses lower.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you,” I murmur, undoing his jeans and pulling them down his thighs along with his boxers.
I flatten my tongue and lick the underside of his shaft, causing him to cry out and grip my hair even tighter.
“Holy shit!” he cries.
I love that it’s his first time being touched like this, and I plan to savor every moment. I take my time exploring him, holding back from going too intense too fast, wanting him to be able to enjoy it and revel in the sensations. I start picking up on the things he likes more than others, absorbing all the sexy noises that fall from his lips.
“Stephen,” he pants, “I need to come. Fuck, I know it’s fast, but it’s too good.”
I’m by no means a pro at giving head, and deep throating isn’t something that appeals to me from a giving perspective. So I continue to use my hand on his shaft the way he likes and focus my tongue on his head, following his moans to help him get there. When his stomach muscles tense, I take him into my mouth as deep as I can, right as his orgasm hits and he fills me with cum. The cry he makes causes my own cock to leak, desperate for my own release after tasting him.
“Can I come on your chest, baby?”
He nods, unable to speak. I kneel over him and jerk myself off, he holds my gaze the entire time and it doesn’t take long before I’m covering him in my own release. I drop my head and nuzzle his face, unsure whether he’ll be okay with kissing me right after I’ve gone down on him, but he quickly pulls my mouth to his.
“I think I can taste myself on you,” he chuckles.
“You taste better than the fucking strawberries,” I say, dipping my head for another kiss.
Chapter 11
Donovan
I’mstillonahigh when we get back to the dorm; our date was perfect. Being out with Stephen, opening up to each other, holding hands, kissing, and, well, the other stuff… I couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect date. Now that we’re back, I’m mainly eager to return the favor and take that next step with him.
He pulls off his shirt and jeans, but I stop him before he can reach for his comfy sweats, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Thank you for today, it was perfect,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting onto my tiptoes; it’s become our signal for me wanting to be picked up.
I’ll admit, I was shocked the first time he did it, but now, when he grips my ass with his huge football-player hands and lifts me up, so I’m wrapped around his body, there’s nothing hotter.
“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmurs, returning my kiss and trailing more along my jaw and down my neck. “It was perfect for me too.”
“I’d like to try and make it even better.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible, but what did you have in mind?”
“Stephen, I want to taste you.”
He groans into my neck, and his cock hardens between us. “Baby, I meant what I said, I don’t expect you to reciprocate.”
“I know you don’t, I want to. I’ve wanted to for a while and I’ve been nervous, but after today, I’m ready to try.”
He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge so I’m straddling his lap; I might as well weigh nothing he moves with such ease.
“Such a jock,” I chuckle.
“What?”
