Page 27 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

Water pattered against my back as I stepped back to admire his physique. Every muscle was nicely defined and his skin was smooth and shiny now that it was wet. Perhaps I drooled for a moment, but the beads of water on our faces concealed that much.

Riley opened his eyes, the blueness in them striking when it wasn’t so icy and filled with hatred. It was like he’d left those things outside the door and entered here with a ceasefire. He shivered, though I didn’t think it was his body’s reaction to the cold water.

It was like it took him great effort to form the next question. He licked his lips and looked at me meekly. “Have I been bad, Cam?”

My pulse doubled, but I kept my expression flat. “You have no idea, Riley,” I said darkly. For five weeks, he had been snapping and pouting, but I had been accruing the payback without even knowing it. “On your knees,” I commanded, watching the rebel regress in him as he immediately obeyed and slid down against the wall until he was kneeling, legs spread wide and his cock still trapped in the tangles of his underwear. His ass, though, was bare and sitting on his heels where his feet touched.

Riley looked up, his eyes seeming bigger and brighter, lips redder, and eyelashes longer. Water had rendered his hair honey brown rather than blond and his eyebrows arched when I placed my hand on one side of his face.

He reached for my cock and — fuck, it felt good — as soon as he wrapped his fingers around it, I held my breath. The first sensation of his hand on me threatened to push me over the edge. Everything about me was strung tight and stretched thin. I was like a balloon, one deep breath away from bursting.

My thumb feathered over his lips, leaving a wet trail where water trickled down my arm and hand and over his face. Where I touched them, his lips parted. And he was soon gaping, eyes pleading and mouth inviting. He tugged on my cock a little, enough to make him grunt with the need for the sweet release and force my feet to move.

I approached him and swallowed the words of praise. He deserved them for the eagerness, but I wasn’t so quick to shower him with them. They would sound all the sweeter if he stewed in expectation.

The head of my cock was glistening with precum as much as it was with water. Riley rounded his mouth and reached up, sealing his lips around me and sucking the air out of his mouth. The sensation soared through my chest. The unbearable itch spread within me and I cupped the back of Riley’s head with one hand, while leaning against the wall behind him with the other. Tipping myself forward, I leaned into him and explored his limits.

A few inches deeper, Riley winced and I stopped, giving him a chance to do what he liked. He seized the opportunity like he had been starving and craving it for a century. His head bobbed back and forth, taking my length a fraction of an inch deeper all the while looking right into my eyes. The look he was giving me, a mix of neediness and submissive fear were the winning combination that billowed the flames inside of me.

When I thrust my hips forward, holding the back of his head firmly, he whimpered over the length of my cock, the vibrations feeling so fucking fantastic. And when I jerked myself closer still, he choked, his eyes flashing and eyebrows twisting. Each little move we made squeezed my chest tighter. I curled my toes and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him down my length just to feel a little more of the wet warmth of his mouth and the constricting of his throat. Every filthy little act brought me closer to the red zone and to Riley himself, who slapped my thighs with both hands, then held onto me while I fucked his pretty face.

His hands clawed their way up to my stomach, my abs steely and tense with exertion.

Riley relaxed his throat at last, letting me reach far to the back of it. His breathing was cut off abruptly and he glared at me, three quarters of my dick buried in his sexy mouth, and I held myself there for an excruciating moment.

When the muscles in his throat tightened again, I pulled out, grinning at the way my cock glistened with his saliva.

He breathed in deeply and wiped his chin and eyes, then blinked at me. “I deserve it,” he said. It wasn’t a defeatist acceptance. It was an invitation, a dare, and a provocation. His eyes had never shone brighter than when he opened his mouth again and I made myself welcome.

Every little move of his tongue against the rim of my cock’s head tickled me as he sucked it and savored it, worshiping it with appetite. He wrapped one hand around the base of my dick and the other set on his own crotch.

“Tsk.” It was a warning he understood, wincing but obeying. His hand moved well away from his cock. “That’s right,” I murmured, grabbing a fistful of his wet hair and yanking him down my length. “You’re mine, Riley, to do what I want.”

His cheeks might have turned red, but he wasn’t embarrassed to do just that. He swallowed me, his mouth gaping wide and throat letting me deep inside. His voice came and stopped quickly, cut off with my thickness stuffing him. He stared at me from down there, letting flashes of rebellion and panic swap. It was on the second one that I pulled back and let him breathe.

A moment later, I was grabbing Riley under his arms and lifting him up, soothing his mouth with kisses he embraced and welcomed. My scent on his lips and tongue turned me on so hard that I couldn’t resist reaching for his bare ass. I massaged his cheeks, grinding them together, spreading them apart, and squeezing them so hard that Riley moaned into my mouth.

I pulled back and spun him around, pressing his defined pecs against the wall and dropping on my knees with the sole mission to lift Riley all the way to heaven’s gates. Up there, he would be turned back, no doubt, for all the sinful things I was about to do to him.

I pulled his underwear a little lower, still keeping them on his cock, but baring his ass completely. I spread his cheeks wide and savored a choked whimper that escaped his throat. When it passed, I buried my face between his cheeks and licked him gently, at first. It was sudden enough that he tensed, but moments later, Riley relaxed and pushed his ass back, pressing hard against my face.

His right hand fell to the back of my head and he held me there, my nose and mouth buried deep, my tongue working his tight, pink hole. I sucked and licked and slurped like a madman, not giving a damn about the embarrassing sounds I made as I devoured him. My tongue probed him, pushing hard against his hole until I felt him tighten and relax. And when I lifted my hands off his cheeks, then let them fall with a loud, wet slap, it hardly even scratched our shared, filthy fantasies. But the small shower cabin wasn’t the ideal space to toss him over my knee and show him where he belonged.

Instead, I worked him with my tongue long and hard, then pressed my index finger against his hole and circled it several times. Slick and ready, he accepted me as soon as I added the faintest bit of extra pressure, entering him a bare inch before I felt him clench. I paused, waiting for him to relax, and getting precisely what I wanted. He thrust his butt back, his hole loosening and my finger sliding a little deeper. As if he couldn’t stand the idea of not being in control, he grabbed my wrist and held me steady, panting against the tiled wall separating the stalls. He exhaled with a groan as he pulled my hand closer, my finger entering him to the last knuckle.

“Fuck,” Riley grunted and I leaned in, licking his rim above my finger while turning my fist clockwise. His groaning grew faint and high-pitched as I pulled my finger back, almost all the way, before sliding in again, harder, and stretching him gently.

Riley was rising on his toes with each thrust of my fist; one hand around my wrist but lacking control, the other pressed against the wall. When I looked up, his head was lifted, his mouth open, but his voice wasn’t passing through his throat. Instead, he was breathing through his mouth, air flowing in and out of him silently so as not to draw any accidental attention to what was happening here.

My stomach leaped with nervousness and thrill. We were in a locker room shower, for fuck’s sake. It was empty, yeah, but we had no idea for how long. The sense of danger made it all the sweeter.

His breath hitched and his voice cracked. “Jesus, Cam…” His words were tortured, voice thin. “Fuck me or I’ll cry.”

I pulled my finger out, sliding my tongue over his hole a few more times as it pulsed. “Needy,” I pointed out.

“Screw you,” he rasped, though venom was gone from his voice.

My hand dropped on his ass before he could know what was coming. He yelped and broke my no-touching rule when his hand shot down to his trapped cock and rubbed.