Almost.
“What… what do you want to do, Tyson?” I asked, feeling breathless and hopeful and so, so grateful that I hadn’t lost his interest yet.
It had been greedy and selfish of me to try and use him the way he’d chastised me about—rubbing myself against him so shamelessly—and I wracked my brain for what I could do for him. Then I remembered—duh—dinner. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and his muscles were all hard and swollen like he’d just been working out, but instead of ogling how sexy that made him look, I should have been thinking of how much work he’d just put in.
“Are… are you hungry?”
Tyson sucked his lower lip into his mouth, staring at me likeIwas dinner. “Yeah, baby,” he said after a moment, something in his voice making the fireworks start up again. “I’m hungry. Fuckingstarving, every single time I’m around you.”
I opened my mouth to ask him if the shrimp was okay or not, but before I could, he scooped me off the counter and carried me out of the kitchen altogether.
7
Tyson
I was seriously fucked,wasn’t I? Every day this week, I’d told myself to slow the fuck down on this obsession with my roommate, and also every day this week, I’d paid zero attention to my own advice and rushed home like a bitch in heat every damn time I knew he’d be there.
I wasnotB-word material and was definitely allergic to the R-word, too, but despite those two stone-cold facts, it was like I’d been hit with some kind of alien mind power relationship-ray or some shit, because suddenly whenever Brian or one of the guys hit me up to go out, my first thought was whether it would mean missing out on Sean-time, what “we” had going on, and also—not gonna lie—how fast I could get back to the dorms and get my cum on, in, or all over him.
I hadn’t even fucked him yet, which was some alien mind-control bullshit forsure.
Did I want to fuck him? Hell, yeah.
Did Iplanon fucking him? So damn hard he’d feel me all the way into the next week.
But had I bent him over and made that shit happen yet, knowing that he’d let me in a heartbeat and thank me before, during, and after once I finally did? No I had not, thank you very much. And why? Because it was gonna be his first time—I was all his damn firsts, and I got off on that hard—and I wanted it to be… to bespecialfor him.
Jesus Fucking Christ on the cross. Who evenwasI?
But okay, I hadn’t totally lost my self-centered approach to getting my cock serviced. Not gonna lie, part of why I hadn’t buried myself balls-deep inside Sean’s sweet temptation of an ass yet was also because I wanted to fuck him bare. I wanted to feel all that tight heat of his grip my cock with nothing blocking my own personal pleasure, and then I wanted to pump him so full of my cum that he choked on it from the inside out. And so, despite a lifetime of making sure that no-strings sex also meant no-nasty-surprises-afterward sex—in other words, I’d always suited up before diving in and was pretty damn sure I had nothing to worry about—I’d even gone and gotten tested the other day… because this was Sean, and he deserved better than “pretty damn sure.” He deserved all-the-way sure.
Yep, that was exactly the kind of sentimental bullshit that played through my head on a daily basis now. If I wasn’t careful, next thing I knew I’d be bringing him chocolate and flowers and tattooing his name over my heart or something. Bottom line? As stated, I was fucked and I knew it. And if I needed any further proof, it was how I’d rushed home just now intending to grant him some more how-to-deep-throat-my-monster-cock practice, but instead had walked in on his evil witch of a mother making him look like he was about to puke so was now hauling him off like some kind of avenging caveman who just wanted to wrap him up in a fuck-off-world forcefield where nothing could hurt him again. I hadn’t even been thinking about the long-ass list of dirty things I still wanted to do with him when I’d grabbed him off the kitchen counter, I just wanted to make himfeelbetter.
I mean don’t get me wrong, I hadn’ttotallybeen taken over by the alien mind-control ray. It wasn’t like I planned on some kind of therapy session or a soothing foot massage or some other bullshit like that—I fully intended to make him feel better with my cock—but just sayin’... all this sappy romance shit wasn’t me.
Except that when it came to Sean, I guess it kind of was.
“Where… where are we going?” he asked me as I carried him back toward my bedroom, all breathless and eager as always, arms and legs wrapped around me as he clung on like a sexy little monkey.
“Is that up to you?” I asked, because it was hot as fuck the way we both knew it wasn’t.
And sure enough, his answer was one of those cock-hardening little hitches in his breath, followed by a hot little moan and then another eager-and-breathless, “No, Tyson.”
His cock was stabbing a hole into my abs, so damn hard it had to be about ready to blow given that he had such a hair-trigger cum reflex, and when he blinked at me with that same awestruck and horny-as-hell look that had been on his face when I’d had his finger in my mouth flashed through my mind, my plans to make him feel better withmycock suddenly flipped on their head. But first...
“Stay here,” I said in the you’d-better-obey-me voice I knew he loved as I dropped him onto my bed.
“Okay,” he said, not questioning me at all.
I grinned, adjusting my cock as I turned and went to grab him a Band-Aid and some Neosporin from the bathroom. Yeah, sucking on his finger had given me ideas, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t serious about that promise I’d made him to take care of him, too.
And me, taking care of someone other than myself? I know, right? Fucking insanity… but with Sean, I wanted to.
He was still waiting exactly where I’d left him when I got back, and no, I wasn’t going to think too hard about the surge of satisfaction I felt just seeing him there on my bed, thank you very much. Up until now I’d restrained myself from messing around with him in my room. In fact, come to think of it, I wasn’t sure he’d ever been in here at all. Not saying it was some kind of sacred sanctuary or some bullshit because I’d for sure fucked enough other guys in here, but with Sean, getting him in my bed had danger written all over it. I’d already had to exercise epic levels of self-restraint not to insist he sleep in here with me these past few nights, and even though it wasn’t my normal style because I sure as fuck wasn’t acuddler, that alien mind-control bullshit was real. It made me crave both the all-night-access-pass that having him in my bed would give me to his hot little body, but also just… just getting to wake up with him in my arms.
So yeah, so far I’d avoided bringing him anywhere near my bed since I was pretty sure once I got him there I wouldn’t want him to leave again, but gotta admit, I wasn’t thinking about how close to the edge of the danger zone I was sliding at the moment. I just needed to make sure he was taken care of after that shit-fest of a phone call I’d walked in on.
Have I mentioned how much I fucking hated his mother? I legit couldn’t let myself think about how she treated him right now though, or I’d start wanting to rage on something. But just sayin’, I suspected that the whole fucked-up bullshit with his hand that he’d told me about wasn’t the only abuse he’d ever suffered from her—physical or mental or emotional or all of the above—and when I’d walked in and heard her voice on the phone and seen the effect it was having on him, I’d almost lost my shit. I’d beenthat closeto either giving her a piece of my mind or throwing his phone across the room and ending the callforhim, but even if I wasn’t here at school for academics, I was still smart enough to know it wasn’t my fight.
