“We’ve met briefly.” I glare at Pierce. “You’re Kyle’s friend, aren’t you?”
“Not anymore,” he smirks, leaning towards Donovan to position himself closer to him than I am. “I was just telling Donovan that Kyle was an asshole for what he did to him, that he deserves better.”
Donovan blushes at his words and looks at the floor but Pierce keeps his eyes on me, as though challenging me to say something.
“Glad we agree on that,” I say. “Donovan, can I borrow you for a moment? Dorm stuff…”
Pierce narrows his eyes, clearly annoyed that I’m stopping his chance to flirt. “I’ve actually gotta be off anyway,” he says, turning to Donovan. “I’ll text you; we should meet up some time, just the two of us.”
Donovan nods and looks back at the floor as Pierce leaves. Checking there’s no one else around to see, I grab his hand and pull him into the nearest empty room. Closing the door behind us, I press him up against it and claim his mouth with mine, grabbing a fistful of his hair so I can deepen the kiss.
“Stephen!”
“I didn’t like seeing that guy flirting with you,” I say, nipping at his jaw.
“I didn’t know he was flirting, I thought we were just talking.”
“He was flirting, Donovan, he wants you. I don’t like being a red flag; I’ve never felt jealous a day in my life, but I saw him flirting with you, and I needed him to know that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours?” he whispers.
“Obviously.”
“I didn’t know.”
I pull back from kissing his neck and bring our foreheads together. “You had my cock in your mouth last night and you didn’t know that you’re mine?”
Donovan shakes his head and swallows. “I guess I need reminding…”
He lowers to his knees and reaches for my belt. Holy shit.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Being yours.” He looks up at me through his lashes, licking his lips at the thought of sucking my cock again.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty on your knees.”
He whimpers as he pulls down my jeans and boxers. We’ve gone from outside in a national park to a classroom on campus, I had no idea I’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but this shit is fucking hot.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” he asks.
“Jesus, Donovan! Give a guy some warning before you say something like that.”
“Why? Don’t you want to?”
“Baby, of course I fucking want to, but I don’t want to hurt you, or pressure you, or do too much.”
“But I’m offering… I’m asking.” He looks up at me, pouting his lips and knowing exactly what he’s doing. “Please, Stephen, show them I’m yours.”
Fuck it. That must be my motto when it comes to Donovan because he turns off my logical brain and something feral inside me takes over. I grip his hair and pull his face towards me.
“Okay, baby, you asked for it. Tap on my thigh if you need me to stop.”
He nods and I push myself into his mouth, his wet, perfect mouth. I take some shallower thrusts to ease him in,but he moans around me which sends delicious vibrations through my cock.
“Do you believe me that you’re mine now?” I ask. He moans even louder, and I thrust that little bit further. “Is this good, or can you take more?”
He grips my ass and pulls me into him fully so he’s deep throating me. Holy shit. I hold myself there until his gag reflex kicks in and I pull out, giving him space to breathe. Before thrusting in again and again, as he takes everything I give him. Tears run from his eyes, but he doesn’t stop or tap, he just pulls me into him harder and harder.
