Page 84 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

He kissed me softly down the length of my neck and along my collarbones, then up again to nibble on my earlobe. It made my body tingle and wiggle and empowered me to try things out. There were so many things that I wished to do. What would he taste like on my tongue? What would his lips around me feel like? Was he hairy or smooth? Would he let me suck his balls like I’d seen in porn? Would he rim me and finger me if I asked? Or was that something people never did in real life?

I hadn’t even realized that my right hand was moving along the edge of his pants until I felt it slide between us. “Let me hold you,” I whispered.

“Fuck yes,” he said, practically into my ear.

Sawyer rolled off of me and onto his side, undoing the button and zipper on his pants and pulled them down a little to bare the big bulge in his blue boxer-briefs.

I held my breath as Sawyer moved his hand away and waited. My tongue moved over my lips as saliva filled my mouth and I swallowed. Turning to my right side to face him completely, I set my left hand on the middle of his chest and darted my eyes between his face and his crotch. When I breathed again, air flowed through my parted lips. I followed the center of his torso down to his underwear.

And when I reached the edge, there was no turning back. My hand gently wrapped around the thickness that stretched the blue fabric thin. Sawyer throbbed in my hand. “That feels so good,” he said.

I was still gentle, almost fearfully so, as I stroked him.

“You can go harder,” he said, moving his hand toward me to mimic what I was doing to him. When he set his hand on my bulge, I wanted to cry out again. Chills rose along my spine and I held my breath. My hips thrust forward by instinct, independent of my brain, and Sawyer gripped me firmly, applying pressure that forced my eyebrows to contort and lips to part wider. A strangled moan dragged through my throat and Sawyer grinned. “Like that?”

I nodded. It was painful in an odd, deeply pleasurable way. It wasn’t even pain, but the pressure and the excruciating knowledge that I wanted more. I wanted him to slide his fist over my cock, free of my underwear.

I bit down on my lip hard and returned the favor. Sawyer frowned and stared into my eyes, stroking me firmly and wincing whenever his cock pulsed in my hand.

“Do you wanna take that off?” he asked.

I didn’t know which part of my clothes he meant. I still wore my shirt, pants, and boxer-briefs with bananas stamped on them. So when I nodded, he released me to undress and I took a piece of clothing off one after the other. He watched me toss my pants off the bed, followed by my shirt. I then hooked my thumbs inside my underwear and pulled them over my cock and all the way down.

My heart raced twice as fast when my underwear fell off the bed. I was naked in front of a guy. In my bed. In my room. And his eyes were glowing with desire. He looked at my thick cock and swollen balls like it was all he wanted. He pressed his hand on my belly and dragged it all the way down until he felt the smoothness of freshly shaved skin around the base of my cock.

When I’d told him I’d spent the afternoon getting ready, I hadn’t exaggerated. And when he inhaled through his teeth while feeling the smoothly shaved skin of my legs, I knew he appreciated my efforts.

His hand wrapped around the base of my cock and the fit of pulsing overtook me. Every little nerve ending in my body was aflame. I leaned in, lying on my side, and kissed him while running a hand through his hair. I had no idea where the thought came from, but I grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head and gripped it tightly, causing a smirk to stretch his lips.

Sawyer’s kisses grew hotter and harsher against my lips. We made out sloppily and it turned me on so much more than I’d known was possible. Nothing in this exercise of passion was the way I’d expected. Every sensation I had ever given to myself paled into nothingness when compared to it. His hand was infinitely better at holding me than mine had ever been.

He stroked me gently, almost like he knew how taut and on edge I was. Maybe he did.

“Wait,” I murmured against his lips. “Wait. I want to see you.” I could feel him smiling against my mouth and face.

He released me from his grip and turned onto his back for long enough to slide his pants and underwear down. It was a sudden, graceless movement that made my heart leap with excitement. Holy fuck. He was long. I’d never been ashamed of my size, but Sawyer was both longer and thicker. At a solid eight inches, maybe a little more, he was equally intimidating as he was appealing.

He kicked his pants off and tucked his hands under his head. He lay on his back, naked, beautiful, heated. His cock was so stiff that it wasn’t even lying on his body, but was at full mast. The slight curve in it made me wonder just how good it would feel inside of me and the thought made my stomach flutter.

I was biting my lip hard until I whispered, “Fuck, you look…so hot.”

His ears perked just as I glanced up at him. It was odd to make eye contact while we were naked, but there was a familiarity between us that I hadn’t thought existed until now. “Enjoy the view, sexy,” he said, then heeded his own advice and let his gaze trail my entire body.

My heart stumbled and I set my hand on his leg. Hair was sparse on his thighs, although there was some on the lower half of his legs. It was soft under my fingers and fading into smooth skin the higher I reached. His balls, hanging heavy over his taint when he spread his legs a little, were smooth like mine, and a short-cropped patch of hair covered the skin above his cock.

The sweet scent that rose off of him was a mixture of his cologne, reminding me of spring and mountain ranges, and his natural musk. It was faint, but present and tickling all of my deepest desires.

I wasn’t afraid of reaching for him and touching him. “You’re so hard,” I murmured.

“Yeah, I’m, uh…excited,” he said and his voice matched the feeling he described.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, the dark pink tip glistening with precum. Though I had never been this close to another person and had never even had a chance to do something like this, every instinct in my body told me to taste him. It felt like the most natural thing I could do. It felt like the most obvious wish.

“What if I suck at this?” I whispered as I scooted closer to him, stroking him slowly and licking my lips.

He snorted. “Sucking is kind of the idea.”

That he could find humor in a situation that was as tense as this relaxed me as much as if he’d lifted the burdens with his bare hands.