One of his hands moves up to the back of my neck, controlling how I move so he can kiss me how he wants to. His other hand moves down.
My heart beats like it’s one of the drums in a rock band, the drummer beating away on it. His hand cups my dick through my pants, and I groan again. Fuck, I’m horny. I want his touch. I’m ready for his touch.
I shiver almost uncontrollably as he rubs me and reaches down to squeeze my balls. Then it’s back up to rub my head with his thumb before palming my length. All through my fucking pants, but I’m vibrating with excitement.
A door upstairs slams, the sound echoing in the stairwell, and we jerk apart. I inhale sharply as the world spins around me. Good lord.
Alka chuckles, his hands framing my face. “Sorry. That was a bad idea.” This time, when he kisses me, it’s softer. “Miss you.”
I sigh even as my blood continues towhooshthrough my ears. “Miss you too.”
“Come over tonight. I’ll make sure you get an orgasm.”
More shivers race along my spine, and I nod. “Yeah. Sounds good.”
He kisses me again then backs away. “See you at practice.”
I release a breath, trying to cool down while I nod. “Yeah. Coach Harper’s cool. I meant to tell you that.”
He grins. “She’s really great. Now go before I grope you some more.”
“That’s a strange threat.” His smile follows me as I grab my bags and head for the exit in the stairwell. This isn’t the first time we’ve used his stairs for a quick kiss. Or even for a longer kiss. We’ve definitely rubbed dicks through our pants together, but not with a hand. Gradual steps, I suppose.
My mouth waters as I remember the day at the nude beach when I sucked his dick in the outdoor shower while Oscar rubbed his dick against his hole. It was the single sexiest moment of my entire life.
I find a tree outside the building and take a seat under it. It’s just after one, so a perfect time for lunch.
Looking at the black and purple lunch box that I pull into my lap, I grin. I’ve learned a lot of things about Alka and Oscar since being here. Since they live so close, I make the short drive to their house every morning to say hi to Oscar. It’s the least I can do since they’re letting me use their car. Besides, it seems like a good excuse to see him every morning. I get to see Alka throughout the day in little stolen moments. Oscar isn’t quite as accessible, so I enjoy the trip in the morning.
Apparently, he always makes Alka breakfast and lunch, so when I showed up three mornings ago, he did the same for me. He’s done it ever since—not that it’s been long. I’ve only been here for three days.
The best three days.
Now, I pull my new lunchbox into my hands and open it to find a little sticky note with a heart sitting atop a whole lot more food than I can eat. The sandwiches are amazing. I swear, he must have worked at a delicatessen at some point in his life.
Unwrapping it, I take a bite and lean my head back, closing my eyes while I chew. So good. I’m going to text him after I’m finished and once my dick stops throbbing in frustration. I hear you, little guy. I’m desperate too.
My phone rings, and I wiggle until I can pull it from my pocket. It’s my brother.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he greets. “Good time?”
“Yep. Just eating lunch.”
“What’re you having?”
“A sandwich.”
“Sounds good. How’s it going so far?”
I sigh. “I love it here, Lix. The campus is amazing. It’s like Pride threw up, yet it’s done in a tasteful way. I love it. All the representation and inclusivity and… peace. It’s amazing.”
“I love that for you. How’s it going with your roommate?”
“Booker’s cool.” I shrug, though he can’t see it. “He’s a nice guy. A little scattered but cool.”
“And your team?”
