Page 32 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

The heat of my cum inside of him reached my balls and I carefully pulled myself out, watching the results of my work as I did it. He was smeared with cum and sweat. When I pulled out, his hole was a darker shade of pink, throbbing, closing, and opening. I reached with two fingers to soothe it gently. It was slick with lube and my cum. It was so warm and wet and inviting. Even though I’d finished, I still welled with desire for him. I massaged him slowly while he still held his feet on my shoulders and I kissed the length of his calf where I could reach it.

And when he lowered his legs to the mattress, I moved to lie on top of him. It didn’t bother me to smear his cum over my skin. In fact, it excited me somewhere deep in my heart. It brought me closer to him. Not a single glimmer of shame existed between us.

“Avery, this was…wow,” he said softly as I burrowed my head in the crook of his neck.

“It was,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and holding us together.

He exhaled with satisfaction. “I’m glad we waited. It made it special.”

I was glad, too. I felt like I knew him. I felt like he was my person. My person in this world.

“And the best part?” he chuckled and rolled me to my back, then threw his leg over my crotch. “We take a five and we can do it all over again.”

I laughed with him, laziness slowly taking hold of me. But even if he was joking, the prospect was too good to resist. “I want you a hundred more times.”

“A thousand,” he haggled.

“Ten thousand,” I countered.

He thought about it, eyes narrow and lips pursed. Then, as if he were a merchant weighing his losses and gains, he nodded. “For a start.”

We laughed and then he kissed me. He kissed me so much that my face hurt afterward, but I still wanted more. This whole trip, the dates, the attention. I didn’t know why I deserved it. I bit the soft part of his ear until he wiggled free of me and whispered, “Whatever devil made you chase me all these weeks, I’m glad it did.”

He choked a little, then laughed louder. “Come. I want to shower with you. The night is young.”

And so it was.

At that moment, I would have followed him off a cliff, let alone to a hot shower and a night of passion.

Chapter Nine

GRAYSON

Frost on the window softened the morning sunlight that poured into the cabin. In my arms, the sexiest guy on the planet slept peacefully. His face was tranquil, his body half covering mine, his right arm reaching over my torso, and his right leg nestled between my legs.

I looked at the ceiling and listened to his breathing. I could listen to it all day long. It was steady and shallow. I didn’t want to move from here. I didn’t want to wake him up from whatever dream he was dreaming.

My right arm was under Avery, elbow free to bend enough that I placed my fingertips on the side of his ribcage and traced a wavy line all the way to his hip. As I rested my hand flat on him, it traveled the curve of his round butt.

I held him so.

Last night had been wonderful. I hadn’t known what to expect. The truth was, I had only known I liked him enough to want whatever he was offering. And when that turned out to be a universe of mutual pleasure, it felt better than winning the lottery. A boyfriend. A hot, sexy, handsome boyfriend with a big heart and a dirty mouth, with a facade that shielded him and a willingness to show himself to me. The silly old me. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Whatever devil made you chase me all these weeks, I’m glad it did.” His words rang in my mind and I pushed them aside. I couldn’t face them just now. They made my heartbeat quicken and my breaths grow more shallow. I couldn’t parse through it yet.

He liked me enough to be my boyfriend.

The concept was so big and beautiful that I couldn’t fit it into my mind. I had never had a boyfriend. I had never had any practice.

I needed to step it up. I needed to do what boyfriends did. But could I? Or was I just a disaster in the making? I’d been a hook-up artist since the moment I had a taste of freedom from my parents.

New fears filled my heart as soon as I silenced the old ones. Would I just break his heart in some stupid moment of weakness? I didn’t want to. He was too sweet underneath that cool exterior.

I looked at him and my heart murmured. The sudden need to be closer to him took control of my limbs. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him so tightly that he woke up with a start.

I laughed. “Sorry.” But I wouldn’t let go. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” I whispered into his hair.

“No? Only smother me?” he murmured into my chest. I only tightened my hold on him.