Dante
Good boy. Now take yourcock out.
My cock is already rock hard,pre-cum leaking from the tip when I swipe my thumb over the head. A hushed sound reaches my ears despite the blood pounding in my head.
Dante
Now make yourself come
You have five minutes
I keepmy eyes trained on the scratch marks at the edge of the table as I shuttle my hand over my cock. It’s dry and not the most pleasurable jerk-off experience of my life, but the idea of doing it in public, with Dante watching in the wings, makes it somehow the top ten best masturbation sessions of my life. My balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles as my orgasm creeps up on me. I gasp quietly and tilt my head more, ducking my chin into the hoodie that still smells like Dante.
Spilling into my hand, I close my eyes tight as my orgasm washes over me. I pant softly through my release, not at all shocked when Dante’s warm body presses against my back.
“Give me your hand,” Dante mutters into my ear.
My face must be beet red when I lift my cum-covered hand from under the table. Dante presses his cheek against my own, lifts my hand to his mouth, and licks my cum from my hand. Oh fuck. If anyone saw us, it would look totally depraved. Because it is. We’re both sick.
“It’s time to go to class now.”
Dante’s heat disappears from my back before I can even try to kiss him. After shakily buttoning my pants back up, Ipack my things away, and trudge out of the library. I can feel Dante’s eyes on me, his presence close by as I walk across the street to the math building.
All through class my body thrums from the release in the library. I wish I could’ve fallen to my knees and sucked Dante off there, eyes staring up at him in proof of being a good boy. Only his good boy. I want everyone to see just how good I can be for him. By the time class is over, I feel like I’m in some sort of trance where all I can think about is Dante.
Dante stands at the edge of the quad when I exit the math building. The sunlight makes his dark hair look like onyx, like coal. My fingers itch to draw him like he is right now, broad-shouldered, annoyed curl of his lips until he catches sight of me. The transformation of his face from annoyed to delighted should be illegal. I should not have that effect on anyone, let alone someone as glorious as Dante.
“Mocha,” Dante announces while holding a cup out to me.
I take it with the most bland look I can muster. “Thank you.”
Dante glances over my shoulder with a frown, then slings his arm over my shoulder. “How was class?”
I glance over my shoulder, but don’t see anything. Odd. I let him lead me deeper into the quad where a couple of other people are lounging around on the grass. He plops down on the ground without any fanfare and opens his arms. When I just stare down at him in confusion, he wiggles his fingers in a clear sign for me to join him. Sighing, I sit between his legs with my back to his chest.
“Class was fine,” I mumble while taking a sip of the coffee.
“You’re a math major?”
I hum in agreement. “I want to be an accountant.”
Dante’s hand stills in its petting of my arm. “Seriously? I wouldn’t have pegged you for that.”
“I want to be a forensic accountant. I like solving puzzles.”
“Makes a little more sense now,” Dante murmurs before tucking his head into the crook of my neck. He noses around for a second before placing a kiss at the spot he bit yesterday morning. A zip of electricity shoots down my spine at the touch of his lips to the bite. “Hayden says you’re very smart. He doesn’t say that about people a lot considering he’s some certified genius type shit.”
“Oh?”
Dante nods against my neck. “He’s getting some degree in math so he can work on going to space.”
“Interesting. And you?”
“Me what?” Dante asks in clear confusion.
I angle my head to look him in the eyes. “What’s your major?”
“Oh,” Dante says in surprise. He looks sheepish for a moment, then shrugs. “Engineering.”
