He lets out a low, breathy laugh. “Oh, I know you don’t. That’s the problem.”
Chase pushes himself off the bed and stands over me, a Greek god cast in the dim light of the dorm room. His body is a work of art, all hard muscle and smooth skin, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His cock bobs in front of him, a majestic, angry-red thing, and I can’t help but stare. I want it back in my mouth. I want to taste him. I want to feel him come.
“How far are you willing to take this research, Finn?” he asks, stroking himself slowly, his thumb smearing the precum over the head of his cock.
My mouth goes dry. “What do you mean?”
He doesn’t answer with words. He walks over to the desk and rummages through a drawer. I hear the rustle of foil and the snap of plastic. He comes back to the bed holding a small, squarepacket and a bottle of lube. He tosses them onto the mattress next to me.
“You’re a smart guy, Finn. You can figure it out.” He kneels on the bed between my spread legs. “But I’ll give you a hint. It involves me putting my cock somewhere other than your mouth.”
8
My heart is a jackhammer against my ribs. I stare at the foil packet and the bottle of lube like they’re alien artifacts. The rational part of my brain, the part that’s been on mute for the last hour, is screaming. This is insane. This is too far. You don’t let your sort-of-new-friend, your ex-girlfriend’s other boyfriend, fuck you. You just don’t.
But the rest of my brain, the primal, lizard-brain part that’s been running the show since I walked into this room, is singing a different tune. It’s telling me to spread my legs wider. To arch my back. To offer myself up.
Because I want it. God help me, I want it. I want to feel him inside me, to be filled by him, to have that powerful body moving over me, in me. I want to know what it feels like to be the guy in the video, the one braced against the lockers, having his ass pounded by a godlike jock.
“You’re thinking about it,” Chase says, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I can see the gears turning.”
“This is a terrible idea,” I whisper, but the words lack conviction.
“Is it?” He leans forward, placing a hand on either side of my head, caging me in. His cock nudges against my balls, and I have to bite back a moan. “It feels like a pretty fucking good idea to me.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing against my ear. “It feels like the best idea I’ve had all day.”
I can’t think. All I can do is feel. The heat of his body, the weight of him over me, the smell of his skin, the rough stubble on his jaw scraping against my cheek. I’m drowning in sensation.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you, and I’ll stop. We can just jerk off, call it a night. No hard feelings. Well, you know. Besides this one.” He grinds his cock against the cleft of my ass.
I open my mouth to say it. To say the words that will end this madness. But what comes out is, “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through me. “I knew it.” He pushes himself up, giving me a triumphant grin. “You want this as much as I do.”
He rips open the XXL condom packet with his teeth and rolls it down his impressive length, covering that gorgeous cock in a thin layer of latex. I feel a pang of disappointment, which is absurd.
“Yeah, I know.” Chase catches my look. “But we don’t know who else Brittany’s been fucking around with, you know? Rather not take chances.”
“No, yeah, you’re right.” I swallow.
“I would have done this bare,” he continues, pouring lube onto his fingers and rubbing them together. “You have no idea how much I wanna feel your tight ass with nothing between us.” He reaches between my legs and trails a finger up the inside of my thigh. “But there’s plenty of time for that.”
I’m about to ask him what he means, but the question dies on my lips as he finds his target. I inhale sharply as he rubs a slick finger around my hole. It feels strange and intrusive, since nobody has ever touched me there before. I instinctively try to clench against him, but his free hand slides under the small of my back, holding me in place.
I close my eyes and try to relax, letting the sensations wash over me. His finger is a gentle pressure, massaging the tight ring of muscle until it yields, and then he pushes inside, just a little, the tip of his finger breaching me. It’s a weird feeling. Not painful, but foreign. I’m aware of my own heartbeat, of the urgent throb of my cock, of the way the mattress dips under my weight.
“How’s that feel?” he asks.
“Weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
“Good. I think.”
He laughs, a soft, warm sound. “Let’s make it a definite.” He pushes his finger in deeper, and a strange, new sensation blooms deep inside me. It’s a dull ache, a pressure, a feeling of being filled. He starts to move his finger in a gentle rhythm, in and out, and then he crooks it, andoh.
My back arches off the bed, a guttural moan ripping out of me. “Oh, fuck. What was that?”
“Found it,” he murmurs, smug satisfaction in his tone. He hits that spot again and again, and my whole body lights up like a pinball machine hitting a jackpot. “That’s where my cock’ll be in a minute, Finn. Right there.”
