But the sooner I start, the sooner he’ll finish, and I don’t want this to be over that fast. So I sit back on my heels, putting a little distance between me and his mouthwatering cock.
“Damn, you’re pretty.”
He clasps his hands behind his head like he’s posing forVogueand purses his lips into a duck pout. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”
“Shut up. You know you’re hot.”
“And you have way too many clothes on. If you’re going to objectify me, it’s only fair that I get to do the same.”
“I’m not objectifying. I’m appreciating.”
“Whatever you call it, I want some of that action, too. So do me a favor and strip.”
Seems reasonable to me. Plus, it’s not like I’d be doing anything I don’t want to. I’m dying to get naked with him. Feel his warm, firm body against mine. I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long. Since the first time I saw him in the registrar’s office, even as he was annoying the fuck out of me by refusing to fix my damn schedule. Something I’m thanking the universe for now.
I stand and pop the button on my jeans, not making any move to go further. Turnabout is fair play, right?
Kolby looks up at me through hooded eyes with a naughty smirk. “Come on, Puck Boy. Let’s see those pants hit the floor.”
“Patience, grasshopper. You took your sweet time doing your little striptease. Now it’s my turn.”
He leans back and crosses his legs at the ankles, totally unfazed by the fact that he’s buck naked. “Want me to turn on some music?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” Smartass. Someday that smart mouth is going to get him in trouble. And by someday, I mean in the next sixty seconds because I am so going to make him pay for teasing me.
“You sure are.” His eyes rake me up and down. When he’s finished ogling me, he smacks his lips.
Oh, yeah. He’s gonna pay.
“Trust me, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
I’m not an egomaniac, but I know I look damn good. I work hard to stay in shape. I have to be in peak form to play college hockey, and it’s only going to get more demanding in the pros.
But all that hard work has clearly paid off, not only on the ice but in the way Kolby is looking at me as I inch my zipper down and palm my throbbing cock through my boxers. Seriously, it feels like all the blood in my body is camped out in my dick. I’m surprised I’m able to remain upright.
“I swear on Meryl Streep’s life, if you don’t get naked in the next ten seconds—”
I hook my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers and skim my jeans and underwear over my hips. “You’ll what?”
He sits up and leans forward, his muscles coiled like he’s about to pounce. “I’ll come over there and strip you myself.”
My pants stay right where they are. “Doesn’t sound like much of a threat.”
Before the last word is even out of my mouth, he’s off the couch and on me, shoving my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I decide to have mercy on him—and my aching dick—and kick off my shoes. Then we’re both naked and he’s kneeling in front of me, eye level with my crotch.
“I knew it,” he moans, his mouth so close his breath tickles my pubes.
“Knew what?” My voice is back to doing the Kermit thing. I’ll bet Kolby finds that oh, so sexy. Then again, his lust-glazed eyes are fixated on my dick, so there’s a good chance my stupid frog voice is the last thing on his mind.
“That you’d be hung like a rhinoceros.”
“Dude, have you seen yourself? I’ve got nothing on you.”
“Shh.” He puts a finger to his lips, but his eyes don’t leave my dick. “Don’t distract me. I’m concentrating.”
“On what?”
“On giving you the best blow job of your young life.”
