Alex's hands pressed my hips down. Firm. Holding me there. And that—being pinned by him, being at his mercy—made it so much worse. So much better.
I looked down and almost lost it.
His tongue twirling around my tip like it was everything he ever wanted. He pulled away and stroked my dick—pre-cum dripped from the tip.
It was so hot to watch with him between my legs, his hand around my cock. Then, his lips stretched around me, and as he took me in, he closed his eyes.
Jesus Christ.
"Alex—" My voice cracked. Didn't even sound like me.
He opened his eyes. Looked up without pulling off.
Blue. Dark. Wrecked.
I was thick and hard and his mouth was so warm and wet around me that my vision blurred at the edges. He took me deeper and I felt the back of his throat and my whole body locked up—every muscle, every nerve, everything narrowing to the heat of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue and the way his fingers dug into my hips like he was afraid I'd disappear.
My hands went to his hair. Not pushing. Just needing something to hold onto because the world was coming apart.
"Fuck—that's—" I couldn't finish. Didn't have the words. Had nothing except the sensation and him and the sounds—wet, obscene sounds that should have been embarrassing but were the hottest thing I'd ever heard.
He pulled back just enough to breathe. His lips were shiny. A string of spit connected his mouth to my cock.
"You taste good," he said.
Then he licked from base to tip—one long, slow stripe—and I stopped being a person.
The sensation hit like lightning—hot and wet and perfect. My hands fisted in his hair without thinking. He took me deeper, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making sound.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me again. "I love this."
The words made my hips jerk forward. He took me again, and I was lost.
"That's right," I moaned.
This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to come here and talk. Set boundaries. Figure out what the hell we were doing.
Instead, I was falling apart in his dorm room while his mouth did things that should be illegal.
My breathing went ragged. Too fast. The sharp edge of pleasure building too quick.
But then something else cut through the haze. A want that was bigger than just getting off. A need to see him. All of him. To touch him the way he was touching me. To know what he looked like when he lost control.
We'd been in the dark in that closet. I'd felt him, heard him, but I'd neverseenhim. Never had him laid out in front of me where I could actually look.
I wanted that. Fuck, I wanted that so badly it overrode everything else.
"Wait." My voice was rough. "Wait, stop."
Alex pulled back immediately. His eyes went wide, worried. "Did I—"
"No. Fuck, no. That was—" I couldn't finish. Brain too scrambled. "Come here."
I reached down and grabbed his arms, pulled him up. He came willingly, confused but not resistant. I kissed him hard—tasting myself on his tongue, which should have been weird but somehow wasn't—and guided him backward toward the bed.
"What are you doing?" Alex asked between kisses.
"What does it look like?" I pushed him down onto the mattress. He fell back against the pillows, eyes hungry and wanting.
