“That was…”
“Insane.”
“I was gonna say a religious experience, but yeah, insane works too. Why have we never done that before?”
“Because we were idiots?”
“Yeah.” I drag my tongue over his nipple. “Total idiots.”
We lie in silence for a few more minutes, just breathing. We’re a sticky mess. My cum drying on our stomachs. His leaking out of me.
Outside, I hear a car horn, a distant shout, the normal sounds of campus life continuing. The world hasn’t stopped spinning just because mine got completely rearranged.
“Hey, Troy?”
“Hmm?”
“For the record… I think I won this round.”
He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound. “How do you figure?” His hand slides down to give my ass a possessive squeeze.
“Lasted more than thirty seconds. Pretty sure that counts as a victory.”
“Fair point.” He kisses the top of my head. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’m taking back the lead next time.”
I push myself up, grinning down at him. “Challenge accepted. In fact, I think I’m up for another round soon.”
“Already? Jesus, Connor. What did I do to you?”
“You unleashed a monster. Now you have to deal with the consequences.”
Troy laughs, but the sound turns into a wince as he carefully lifts me off him. His softening cock slips out of me with a wet squelch, and a gush of warm fluid follows. “Oh, I’m ready to deal with them. Trust me. But my dick needs to recharge.” He pats my ass. “Coffee first. Then I’m bending you over the kitchen counter.”
I climb off him, my legs shaky. “Deal.”
At the coffee maker, I pour us both mugs—black for him, loaded with sugar and cream for me. When I turn back, Troy’s watching me with that smug grin on his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.” His eyes drag over me. “Just enjoying the view.”
I glance down. I’m butt-naked, covered in sweat and dried cum, his release trickling down my inner thigh. There’s probably a hickey forming on my neck, too. “I’m a mess.”
“Yeah.” He takes the mug from me, his fingers brushing against mine. “You’re my mess.”
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
“You’re a shitty liar, Con,” Troy says, glancing over at me as he merges onto the highway. “You always get that little twitch in your eye, remember?”
“I don’t have a twitch.”
“You do. Right there.” He taps the corner of his own eye, then drops his hand to my thigh. “You’re nervous as hell.”
“I’m fine.”
“You almost burned down our place making toast this morning.”
