But it’s too late. My whole body locks up. My vision whites out. My legs turn to jelly. I’m gasping for breath, my hips thrusting forward, my fingers digging into Troy’s shoulders as the orgasm rips through me. I pulse again and again, emptying myself down his throat in a desperate, shuddering release.
He swallows it all, his throat working around me, and when I’m finally spent, he pulls back with a wet pop, wiping a stray drop from the corner of his mouth. He looks at me with big, surprised eyes.
“Jesus, Connor, that was fast.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t?—”
“Nah, it’s cool.” He gives my now-softening dick a playful tap. “Guess I’m just that good.”
My face is burning. I just came in my friend’s mouth in under thirty seconds like some virgin getting his first blowjob. This is beyond mortifying.
I sink onto the couch next to him, my dick still out, my brain fuzzy from the orgasm. I need to salvage this. I need to prove I’m not some two-pump chump.
Troy’s grinning at me, looking way too satisfied with himself, and I realize with a sinking feeling that I’ve just given him ammunition for the rest of our lives.
“Don’t,” I warn him.
“Don’t what?” His grin widens.
“Whatever you’re about to say. Just don’t.”
He leans back, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. Then he tucks his still-hard dick back into his sweatpants, adjusting himself with a wince. “Wasn’t gonna say anything.”
I should offer to finish him off. That’s the whole point, right? Helping each other out. But my brain is mush right now, all the post-orgasm chemicals flooding my system. I feel drained. Literally. I just want to lie here for a moment.
“Sorry,” I mutter, gesturing at his crotch. “I can…”
“Nah, you’re good.” He waves me off. “I’ll take care of it later. You look like you’re about to pass out.” He picks up one of the controllers and tosses it into my lap. “You want to get destroyed in another round, or are you gonna go take a nap?”
I look at him from the side. At those green eyes, the stubble darkening his jaw, the breadth of his shoulders. The way he’s just sitting there as if nothing happened, casual as ever, like we hadn’t just had each other’s dicks in our mouths. Like we didn’t just cross a line we can never uncross.
And the weirdest part? I want to curl up next to him right now. Feel the warmth of his body against mine. The sweat on his skin. I want his arms wrapped around me, holding me close—his breath on my neck.
The fuck?I shake the thoughts away, my stomach clenching. This is not what I signed up for. I signed up for a blowjob. A supplement. Getting off. Not this… whatever this is.
I need to get my shit together before things spiral out of control.
“Bring it on,” I say, grabbing the controller. “You’re going down this round.”
4
“Where are you going?”
Troy glances over at me from where he’s digging through his closet, pulling out a fresh T-shirt. “Sigma Chi’s throwing a party. You coming?”
I’m lying on my bed, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I’ve been watching him get ready for the past ten minutes. He’s already showered, his hair still damp, wearing those dark jeans that fit him just right. The ones that show off his ass.
Not that I’m looking at his ass.
Fuck.
“Nah, I’m good,” I say. “Got some studying to do.”
“On a Saturday?”
“Yeah. Econ’s kicking my ass. Need to catch up.”
It’s a lie. I’m all caught up on Econ. The truth is, I can’t go to that party. Can’t watch Troy dancing, drinking, getting handsy with some girl—or some guy—and ending up in a random room with his pants around his ankles. The thought alone makes my stomach churn.
