Page 25 of Confessions of an Obsessed Frat Boy

I nod, not trusting myself to speak again. Before I know it, the pressure above me is gone. I take a deep breath and prop myself up to watch him undress.

He pulls his white t-shirt off in one smooth movement revealing his ridiculously ripped torso. He watches me as he undoes his jeans, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops and pushing them down to his muscular thighs. His erection is clearly visible now and I’m almost overcome with how badly I want to taste him. He steps out of his jeans and walks towards me, just in his pair of form-fitting black boxers.

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from making a sound. I hope my voice doesn’t waver. I muster all my self-confidence and say: “And the rest.”

His luscious lips curl into a smirk, and he rests his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. Inch by inch, he pulls them down, revealing himself to me. I moisten my lips, tongue darting out almost out of my control. I give him a deliberately assessing look. Head to toe and everything in between. All the glorious inches of him.

Still smirking, Asher asks: “Do I pass inspection?”

I pause, taking him in. “I think so. But I’ll have to have a closer look.”

A low laugh escapes him then but before he climbs back onto the bed, he looks me over. “You’re beautiful.”

“And a little overdressed it seems,” I kick my shoes off onto the floor. “There, much better.”

Another low laugh before he climbs over me once again. He trails kisses from my collar bone to my jaw and back down. I wrap my legs around his waist again, tilting my hips up to his and settling into the bed. I can feel his hard-on pressing into my abdomen. I reach down between us to grasp the length of him. I run my thumb over the tight bulb of his dick and he groans into my mouth. I feel it rumble through him and I want more.

“I want you.” My voice is barely a whisper. “I need you, Asher.”

With one hand, he positions his cock between my legs, deftly hiking up my skirt. Then he leans over me stretching to reach the bedside unit. I blush, realising what he’s going for. Lo and behold, he pulls out a little metallic silver packet.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks me, kneeling between my thighs.

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

I nod. “Yeah, I am.”

Asher tears open the condom wrapper and fits the sheath over himself, pulling it all the way down. I can’t believe I was so wrapped up in the moment that I forgot. Without wasting any more time, he hooks my panties to the side and settles over me again. I feel the head of his cock nudging my wet folds. I want him to speed up, but I know that’s maybe not the best idea. So I let him take control, knowing his slowness, his restraint, is because he’s caring for me.

He rubs slow, lazy circles around my clit, and down to my entrance, then back again. A few moments of this, practically has me panting. The feel of his fingers makes every inch of me tingle with pleasure. I tilt my hips up against him, bucking upwards almost involuntarily as I feel myself getting close to my first climax. The movement of my hips rubs me against him and he groans into my mouth. I bite his bottom lip, harder this time, and grind myself against him.

“Okay, okay…” He murmurs, grinning down at me. “You get your wish.”

He moves in time with me and inches his cock inside me. I feel my core stretching to accommodate him. It feels almost hot, but not painful, not like they say your first time always is. He looks down at me, checking that I’m okay, I give him a small reassuring smile and he pushes in further. A moan of pleasure escapes me as his movements hit just the right spot.

I pull his face down to me and kiss him again.

“I’m fine.” I whisper. “I love you.”

He pulls his hips back a little, teasing at my entrance again. “I love you too, Alyssa.” He pushes into me again and my fingers grip the small of his back, urging him on. My hips buck up to meet him again and again.

I don’t know how long we’re in each other’s embrace but I love every second of it. I never want it to end. Asher’s rhythm changes slightly, movements tighter and faster, harder, a little more rough with me, but not so rough that it would hurt me. Is this it? Is he close?

A shudder goes through him as he releases, unravels into me, his lips have barely left mine this entire time. I know there’s going to be a bruise on my neck where he nipped me though. I’m flushed, glowing. If it’s like this every time, holy fuck…

We fall asleep still tangled in each other, and I don’t remember a time I felt more at peace.

The End