6
Troy’s jaw clenches. His eyes drop to my mouth, then back up. He’s warring with himself. I can see it. The conflict is written all over his face. But I can also see the bulge in his jeans, straining against the denim.
“This is a terrible idea,” he says, but his hand is already coming up to grip the back of my neck.
“Probably.” My thumb brushes over his nipple through his shirt. He inhales sharply. “But who’s going to stop us?”
“Fuck it,” he breathes, then he’s closing the distance between us, and his lips are on mine. Troy’s lips.
They’re softer than I expected, but demanding. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting of beer and spearmint gum. He kisses like he lives: with total confidence and a hint of recklessness. He kisses like he’s been thinking about it, too. Maybe that’s just in my head, but the way he’s holding me, it doesn’t feel like a just-to-see kiss. It feels like a holy-fuck-finally kiss.
I pour all the confusion, all the frustration, all the longing of the past week into it. I press my body against his, my arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer. Even with his six-foot-three frame pressed against me, it’s not enough. I want to feel more of him, hold more of him, but there’s only so much I can grip at once. If I could melt into him, I would. I want to climb inside him.
His hands slide down my back, settling on my ass and squeezing, pulling me tight against him, our erections rubbing together through our clothes. A low groan rumbles in his chest, and I swallow the sound, my tongue tangling with his. There’s so much heat between us, I’m surprised we don’t go up in flames. I’m losing myself in the kiss, in him, my hands roaming over the broad expanse of his back, feeling the muscles bunch and flex under my touch.
Troy finally breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. “Fuck,” he says, his forehead resting against mine. “Fuck, Connor.”
“Still think this is a terrible idea?” I pant, my hips pressing forward, seeking friction.
He answers by kissing me again, even harder this time, with a desperate edge. He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I fall back, pulling him down with me. He lands on top of me, his body a solid weight, pinning me to the mattress. It should feel suffocating, but it doesn’t. It feels right. Like this is where I’m supposed to be. Under him.
He’s all over me. His hands, his lips, his tongue. He nips at my jaw, sucks on my neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My shirt gets pushed up, his calloused fingers tracing the lines of my abs, making my muscles twitch. I’ve had girls do this before, but it never felt like this. Never this electric.
“Troy,” I gasp as he mouths at my nipple through my shirt. “Fuck.”
He pulls back, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. He looks down at me, his eyes a darker shade of green, filled with a hunger I’ve never seen before. “You’re so fucking responsive. I love it.” He leans down, running his tongue flatover my nipple, and I arch off the bed, a strangled sound escaping my throat. He does it again to the other one, and my hands fly to his hair, fisting in the short strands, holding him there.
“Sensitive, too,” he murmurs against my skin. “Good to know.” He continues downward, licking and biting a path across my stomach. My abs clench as his tongue dips into my navel. I’m writhing on the bed, a mess of need, my dick so hard it hurts.
My hands fumble with the hem of his shirt. I need to see him. All of him. “This shirt looks great on you,” I say, tugging at it. “But it’d look better on the floor.”
He helps me, pulling the black V-neck over his head and flinging it away. And there he is. All smooth skin and defined muscle. The broad shoulders. The powerful chest. The smattering of dark hair between his pecs that narrows into a trail disappearing into his jeans. I press my palm against his chest, feeling the hair there, the steady thump of his heart. He’s so fucking warm.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what?”
“For coming so fast last week. And for not finishing you. And for pulling you away from that girl.”
Troy leans down, bracing himself on his elbows, his face inches from mine. “It’s a good thing you did. Because, as hot as Ashley is, she’s not you. This is so much better.” He kisses me, slow and deep, curling my toes. “And as for last week…” He grins. “Seeing you come apart like that was hot as fuck. We can work on your stamina.”
“We will.” My hands slide down his back to the waistband of his jeans. I trace the top of the denim with my fingers, then dip lower, cupping the swell of his ass. I squeeze hard, and he groans into my mouth. I’ve been wanting to do that all week.
He’s humping against me now, a slow rhythm that’s driving me insane. “You know, I knew my dick was good,” he pants, “but I didn’t expect you to get addicted after just one time.” His hips rock forward, the thick ridge in his jeans pressing against my own. “Guess that’s all it took to turn you.”
“Shut up and put it in my mouth again.”
“Eager, are we?” He pushes himself up, kneeling between my legs. I reach for his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper. As soon as I get it undone and start pulling down his boxers, his big cock is already between my lips. Troy falls forward, catching himself on his hands, air hissing through his teeth as I take him deeper than I did before. “Jesus, Connor.”
“Sorry,” I say when I come up for air. “Couldn’t wait any longer. I’ve been waiting for this all fucking week, man.”
And it’s true. God, I missed this cock. Missed the weight of it on my tongue. The taste of it. The way it fills my mouth. I grip the base and dive back in, taking him as far as I can, relaxing my throat to take more. I want to feel my nose pressed against his pubic bone this time. Last time, I could only get a little over half. Tonight, I want it all.
The gagging is something I can work through. The ache in my jaw is something I can handle. The tears already welling up in my eyes are just a sign that I’m doing it right. That I’m pushing myself, stuffing my throat until my lips are stretched tight and I’m completely full of him. I want to please him. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“No way,” I hear him whisper from above me. “It’s all gone.”
I look up at him through my blurry vision, my lips stretched around the base of his cock. He’s staring down at me, wide-eyed, pure shock written all over his face.
