His eyes widen. Either I just suggested something obscene or it’s exactly what he wants.
He pulls off finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. When he speaks his voice is hoarse. It makes my stomach burn with desire despite the fact I just had the most satisfying orgasm of my life.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
“God, yes. We’ll take a quick shower first and you can sleep over if you want.”
He nods. Eager as a kitten.
We take turns washing each other, gently brushing our hands over the other’s skin in the tiny shower cluttered with my roommates’ cheap body wash and hairy soap.
When we get back to my room, I pull a blanket over us so we’re not cold and I watch as Ben shimmies down the bed and puts my soft cock in his mouth. He looks so content as he rests his head on my thigh, it’s like a warm hug.
He falls asleep before I do, his lips slackening so that I’m barely inside him. I stroke his face as I doze off.
21
BEN
Iwake up at the foot of Elias’ bed. I catch his strong, musky smell and hum with satisfaction. Maybe I should be embarrassed. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep with him in my mouth last night. But I’m not. Elias has never made me feel embarrassed about anything I’ve wanted.
He’s fast asleep with his head on the pillow so I scoot up and put my head beside his, my heart hammering in my chest as I watch him. He’s like an angel when he sleeps. No snoring. No drooling. No talking.
Something gnaws, deep inside me. I’m going to lose this. I won’t get to enjoy this man after he’s snapped up by a pro coach at Indian Wells this weekend. It’s all happening too fast. I’m not ready to go back to being the guy no one wants.
Someone’s alarm goes off and I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep before Elias can watch me creeping on him.
I listen to him groan, roll over, yawn.
“Guten Morgen, Spatz,” he says.
“Huh? Oh,Guten Morgen. Wait, what did you just call me?”
He laughs.
His stubble tickles my cheek as he kisses it before checking his phone.
“I hate to tell you this, but we slept in.”
“What?”
My eyes shoot open.
“It’s almost eight-thirty. Don’t you have to edit your paper before you hand it in?”
“Oh shoot!”
I jump up, not even caring that I’m naked.
“I’ll get some coffee.”
I vaguely sense him putting something on to pad into the living room and get started on my edits.
I’m amazed to find that what I wrote with Elias inside me actually makes sense. He returns a few moments later and puts a mug of coffee down beside me, kissing my head before shuffling off again. I hear the shower, Elias’ roommates talking in the other room, ignore them all and zone into my work.
Elias comes back into the room and starts getting dressed. He doesn’t bother me while I type. At eight-fifty-five, I click send, getting my paper in just on time.
“Phew.”
