My eyes teared up. He was so,sonice to me.
“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he asked.
I nodded, even though it wasn’t really true. “Like” just wasn’t big enough.
He rubbed my mouth with his thumb and then pressed another kiss where he’d touched, groaning softly as he pulled away. “Fuck, your cum tastes just as good on you as mine does. Gonna have to feed you something more, though, if I’m going to take care of you the way I promised.”
“You’re… you’re going to let me suck you again?” I asked, hope rising inside me so fast I felt dizzy. It was like a helium balloon let loose from its tether, sure to be lost but so wonderful for the brief moment I had it.
Tyson laughed, then kissed me hard one more time and let go of me, tucking himself away as he pulled his pants back up. “You’re fucking insatiable and I love it, but no, baby. I meant I’mactuallygoing to actually feed you. Breakfast, you know?”
I blinked. He… wanted to cook for me? No. That couldn’t have been what he meant.
“Um, what do you want to eat, Tyson?” I asked, trying to remember what we had that I could make him something nice with. Well, nice and also fast, since I had to get to class soon.
Or I could skip it if he was really hungry?
It was mostly me who went out and bought the groceries even though he always left me money for stuff like that. I tried to stick to healthy things for his training diet, but my brain was still feeling fuzzy and warm and delicious, and it was hard to remember what we had on hand right now. Maybe, um—
Tyson swatted my bottom. “Go shower and get dressed, sweetness. I’ve got this.”
“But—” I started, wanting to double-check whether he was sure I couldn’t make him something to eat first.
“What did I just tell you to do?” he asked in that firm voice that always settled my nerves, cutting me off before I could get the question out. “I’mmaking breakfast.You’regoing to be good for me and go get ready for class. You weren’t about to argue, were you, Sean?”
My heart started pounding even though I couldn’t have said why. He… really wanted to cook for me? Take care of me? Even more than he already had?
“Well?” he prompted, giving me that sexy half-smile of his that had that delicious, syrupy warmth spreading through my veins again.
“No,” I said quickly, remembering almost too late that he wanted me to answer when he asked something. “Of course not, Tyson.”
I would never argue with him.
He smiled, pushing my hair off my forehead and pulling me close again. “Damn, baby. You know I’m never gonna get enough of you, right?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me again.
My heart started pounding all over again.
Did he mean it?
He couldn’treallymean it.
It was still so nice to hear, though, and when he kissed me like this—holding me so tight that it felt like I couldn’t have gone anywhere if I’d tried; like it would never have to end because he wouldn’t let it—it was easy to let myself pretend that maybe he did, at least for a little while.
6
Sean
When I’d realizedthat I’d actually earned some of the scholarships that my high school guidance counselor had suggested I apply for—well, I’d won a lot of them, actually—I’d been a little bit shocked. I’d done my best with the essays and stuff, of course, but I’d never expected so many of them to like me. It had meant I had my pick of some really nice schools, and I’d chosen the best one I could that was also the farthest away from my parents.
I’d hoped that going to agoodschool would mean they wouldn’t notice that I was also sort of trying to get away from them, but of course they’d still found things to criticize about my choice. In fact, they’d told me I had to pick a different one—a closer one that happened to be my father’s alma mater—but I’d… well, I’d said no.
I still got the shakes when I remembered that conversation.
And of course, I hadn’t actually said “no”—I’d never say that because I knew what it would get me—but with all the scholarship money and some stuff my teachers told my parents about seizing opportunities and or maximizing potential or something like that, and the way my guidance counselor had stepped in to support me, too, they’d finally backed down and let me come.
I’d figured I’d be lonely out here since I didn’t know anyone else and had never been great at making friends anyway, but that was fine. Still, I’d loaded up my schedule with as many classes as they’d let me take, hoping that keeping myself busy might help me not feel so out of place and… andalone, but now I sort of wished I could have a do-over when it came to making my class schedule. I’d never imagined in a million years that I’d be lucky enough to get an amazing roommate like Tyson, and now—ever since he’d started noticing methatway—I kind of wanted to whine and pout about all the time I had to be away from him for classes and study groups and labs and even homework time at home in our dorm.
Of course, no one likes a whiner, so I didn’t, but I still wanted to.
