And to try to calm my foaming blood, because all I could think about was the sight of him in those tight white pants and with the sweat of victory rolling down his forehead. I hadn’t ever been the type to appreciate athletic accomplishments, but there was something very attractive, it turned out, about the winner.
I closed the door to our dorm and waited, pacing up and down. I felt like a caged animal. Something was raging in my blood. We hadn’t done anything – hadn’t even kissed again – since that night. Things had gone back to how they used to be, with a touch more awkwardness. It was almost sad. I wanted to do more – and I felt like Olly did, too. But both of us were a little shy for our own reasons.
Me, because I still wanted to make sure I wasn’t being taken advantage of – and him, I guessed, because all of this was completely new to him.
But now, something was gripping me and I didn’t want to let it go. I wanted to follow through. It was the only way we were going to find out whether this could be something, wasn’t it?
The door to the room opened and I spun around, almost falling over myself.
Olly.
He was magnificent. Standing in track pants and a t-shirt, his face still slightly smudged with the black he’d worn under his eyes, he was just marginally out of breath. Like he’d showered so fast he’d barely touched the water and then run back here as fast as he could.
There was something like an aura about him: success. Maybe it was just happiness – pure joy at the fact that he had set out to face another team and then won. Maybe it was relief from the fact he’d been able to play after everything being so touch and go with his foot. Whatever it was – it was irresistible.
I crossed the room barely before he managed to close the door, and I grabbed his jaw in my hands as it slammed shut. I kissed him hungrily and with insistence, and within seconds I felt him respond the same way.
In fact, if anything, he was needier than I was.
Olly’s arms went around my waist, drawing me closer to him until our hips clashed. He made a sound low in his throat and then hefted me into the air, making me cry out in surprise as I found myself rising. I wrapped my legs around his hips instinctively, gripping onto his shoulders to keep from falling – but I needn’t have worried. He had me, strong arms holding me in place, supporting me from below my ass, his wide hands pressing onto my back. For a moment he seemed to shake, his muscles no doubt exhausted after the game, but it passed. Some kind of second wind took over and his frame was so solid, I had no doubt he could hold me up forever.
I focused on wrapping my arms around his neck, my hands tangling in the short strands of his hair as we kissed, heat traveling up and down my spine at every twist of his tongue. There was a whiff of physical activity still lingering around him – not the sharp tang of body odor but something more primal, more animal – sweat burned in worthy activity. We crushed our lips together and I felt myself getting dizzy as I drank it in – the pure masculinity of him.
His muscles bunched around me as he shifted, carrying me across the room to sit down on his bed with a jolt. I got my knees underneath me and went to my full height so I could bend over him, playing with his hair and dragging his jaw up for more kisses. He responded by moving his head, starting to nuzzle and kiss my neck, drawing out a moan from deep in my chest.
I couldn’t resist him. I wanted more. Maybe it would be too fast – he’d tell me if it was. I knew that about Olly, now. He would stop me if he wanted to stop me.
I scrambled away from him and down onto the floor, and the pitiful look of protest on his face died away when I sank to my knees between his.
“Keat,” he said, and there was a level of warning but also excited anticipation in his voice.
“Is this alright?” I asked, running my hands up the sides of his legs to his waistband. I remembered what he had been wearing not long ago – the tight uniform that showed off every curve of his legs and ass. The thought made me shudder. I wanted him so badly.
A fleeting thought passed through my head. The warning I’d given him came back to me, now a warning for myself.Don’t get involved with a straight guy who’s just going to throw you to the side for a girlfriend.We hadn’t even defined what this was.
But I couldn’t listen to it. Not now.
My need for him was greater than my need to protect myself.
“Uh-huh,” Olly nodded. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly ajar. He looked simultaneously like he had no idea what was happening and he thought all his Christmases were coming at once.
I chuckled at the sight of him as I hooked my hands more firmly into the waistband of his pants and began to pull them down. He lifted his hips obligingly. Last time, we’d both kept all of our clothes on below the waist. This time, I wanted to see him. I wanted to admire all of him.
I swallowed hard when I saw he hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear.
“What?” he asked with a sly smile as I looked up to meet his eyes. “I was in a rush.”
I was in a rush now. He was already hard, flying at full mast, his giant dick bobbing slightly in the air. It was truly glorious. As oversized as the rest of him was. In fact, I was a little nervous about it, but I knew one thing for certain: I wanted my college experience, more than anything else, to include taking that monster.
And the hunk of a man attached to it.
Olly audibly swallowed when I took hold of his shaft. When I looked up, his eyes were full of heat. His hands stayed on the edge of the bed, supporting him. His knuckles were white. He was holding on for dear life.
I’d make him need to hold on even stronger before I was done.
I bent my head slightly, keeping eye contact with him, and then stuck out my tongue and lapped at his head.
Olly made a strangled groaning noise, biting his lip as he watched me do it again and again. He tasted salty, like sweat and precum. I could smell the musk of him, his natural scent multiplied by a hundred thanks to the running and tackling he’d been doing. I felt drunk off it.
