“You are such a creep,” he said, shaking his head, but the breathless note in his voice had my body tightening up with even more tension. It was no wonder I hadn’t been able to hook up with anyone else since I’d met him.
“You have no idea,” I told him seriously.
People had been milling by the whole time we’d been standing there, talking and laughing amongst themselves, but I’d barely noticed them. He really was the center of all my attention.
I watched him dig his phone out of his pocket, and craned my neck to see what he was doing.
“You texting someone?” I asked. He gave a slight nod, not looking up from his screen.
“I’m texting Ren to see what he’s doing,” he said, before finally looking up at me and jerking his chin back toward the way we came, indicating for me to follow him.
“Why’s that?” I wondered, scampering over and falling into rhythm with his strides as we walked.
“Just want to know if the room’s empty or if we should go to your house instead.”
Great. I could walk the half mile back with a throbbing boner. No problem whatsoever.
“He’s with Maddox,” Aspen informed me, just as we made it back onto campus. “At your house.”
“Okay,” I replied lightly, only because I didn’t want to make it even more obvious how badly I wanted him. I was pretty sure he already knew.
The world seemed to love interrupting us anytime I felt like I was gaining traction with him, so I was shocked when we didn’t run into anyone nosy like Arie, who’d interrogate us as to why we were heading up to Aspen’s room alone. For once, there were no distractions.
Once we’d gone into his residence hall and up to his room, he stopped at the door, glancing back and giving me a sly look. My stomach muscles tightened, and I had to suppress a groan.
“So…” He started. “I actually have a lot of studying to do.”
The corner of my mouth twitched up as I realized he was actually teasing me. What a sadist.
“Bummer,” I noted. “Should I leave?”
He tapped a fingertip onto his lips, like he was deep in thought, before reaching out and grabbing a fistful of my shirt, pulling me down to him. Tilting my head, I dodged his mouth, knowing I’d get chewed out if I tried it, and planted my lips on his neck. He inhaled sharply, and I felt his pulse stumble under my tongue as I laved it over his skin.
“Donotgive me a fucking hickey,” he warned, then whimpered a bit as I chuckled, sending vibrations coursing over his sensitive flesh.
“I’ll be good, Cupcake.”
He reached behind him to twist his doorknob, and we maneuvered our way into the room, letting the door smack closed behind us before he locked it.
I gripped the bottom of my shirt, tearing it over my head. My mouth went dry and my already stiff and straining cock thumped up against my zipper like it was trying to escape when he mirrored me, tossing his somewhere behind him. My palms itched to touch all those slender, lithe muscles, but my eyeszeroed in on his right nipple. It was pierced by a barbell, a tiny silver stud twinkling on either side of the pink bud.
“Is that new?” I asked, and he nodded. I’d seen him without a shirt just once, but I was pretty sure I would have remembered that.
“I got it over the summer. You like it?” He asked, but the lightly smug note in his voice made it clear he already knew I liked it. If the massive erection tenting out my pants wasn’t a clear indicator, I didn’t know what would be.
“Yeah.” I hadn’t messed around with anyone with a nipple piercing yet. “Does it make it more sensitive?”
“Not sure yet,” he admitted. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone since I got it.” He paused, before dragging his tongue around his teeth, his eyes sharpening in intensity. “I’ll let you know.”
A growl crawled up my throat, my arousal intensifying as I nudged him back toward his bed. He swept his hand across it, shoving papers and books aside before hitching himself up on the mattress, dragging me down with him. I latched my mouth onto the piercing, flicking my tongue over it until his back arched and he whined, his fingers tangling into my hair to hold me there against his chest.
My pulse was pounding through my whole body, precum already slicking the inside of my boxers as I nipped with my teeth, tugging at the metal while my tongue teased him. His fingers tightened on my scalp as he moaned, squirming under me. He tasted so good, the forest scent of his skin drowning my senses.
“What’s the verdict?” I panted out, once I’d finally lifted my mouth off his nipple.
He swallowed hard, before letting out a tiny huff of laughter. “Definitely more sensitive.” He was panting already, and I knewwhen I tugged his tight jeans down, his dick would already be stiff and ready for me.
“Good to know,” I mumbled. My lips trailed over the horizontal scars under his pecs as I moved down his torso. He jolted under me, his hands moving down to my shoulders and holding there as my fingers closed over the button of his pants.
