Page 80 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

The sweet scent of his musk and bodywash mixed in my nostrils, traces of sweat from before still lingered and turned me on like mad. My heart pounded against my ribcage as my brain realized I was sucking a dick, but my mouth wasn’t too confused about what it had to do.

Even though my tongue was surprised and my mouth was not used to being filled like this, my body accepted him inside. It made me wonder if my body would welcome him elsewhere. Or would we go the other way around? These things swirled through my head as I held him still in my mouth, my fist working his impressive length until my head understood the rhythm.

Even when I learned how to move my head in a way that got Sebastian to moan, I couldn’t take him very deep. My throat closed by instinct every time I tried to dip lower with my mouth, sucking him in. He was good, though. His lips were sealed around my shaft and his tongue pressed against the tip in such a way that every move of his head felt like a massage. My cock rubbed against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, pushing deeper inside his head and reaching as far as the back of his throat.

Invigorated, I wanted him to feel what I was feeling. I wanted him to know how incredible it was. My throat relaxed as I reminded myself that there was nothing strange in my mouth. I wanted this. My body yearned for it. So I pushed myself down on him, rolling us over so that Sebastian lay on his back and I was on top, my hips thrusting and my dick impaling his head. My mouth opened wider and a choking sound broke from my throat as I took him deeper in.

This strangling sensation fanned a wildfire in my chest as I devoured him. My fist held the base of his cock firmly and my other hand found his balls. It was devastatingly sexy to me when I cupped his balls and made a whimper tear from his nose. He choked on me, gargling once before I pulled my dick out of his throat and let him breathe. His chest rose high, touching my abdomen, before I lowered my dick back into his mouth and throat.

I sucked him with more confidence as I fucked his mouth. Anatomically, it wasn’t all too different from what I’d done countless times before. But it was more complicated in a sense. I had to be careful with my lips and teeth. On the other hand, I knew what things felt good, so I knew he would love them. And when I needed to catch a breath, I stroked his dick and pulled my head away, extending my tongue so that my tip played with the slit of his cock, picking up traces of his precum.

Sebastian tapped my hips lightly and I pulled my dick out. He lifted his head and buried his face in my groin, my balls pressing against his face, and he spoke over my tender, sensitive skin. “Come in my mouth, Ty.” His voice was hoarse. “Feed me, Tyler. I want it. Please.” He fumbled around and found my dick, pulling it down and letting it slide back into his mouth.

Even if he hadn’t spoken so dirty to me, I was on the edge, holding back. Tasting him all over my tongue and feeling him so hard in my mouth was too hot to resist. Now, when he pleaded in such a sexy way, I let go of my control. I rammed myself down his throat and stroked him hard and fast, sealing my lips around the tip of his cock.

I knew the tension that I was feeling in my working hand. My fingers remembered from stroking myself what it felt like when a dick was about to blow. And I knew he was ready to spill his cum, his body shaking and shuddering.

As I thrust my hips down on him, I stroked him just a little quicker, and our cocks throbbed a few seconds apart from one another. Sebastian got there first, thrusting his hips high up, lifting his sexy ass off the bed, and shooting his hot cum into my mouth. I never pulled back. Instead, I found the same appetite in myself that Sebastian had shown with his request. I was starving for everything he would give and I let his cum fill my mouth in short, powerful squirts.

While he thrashed up and off the bed, pushing himself through my fist and into my mouth, I held my breath and let myself spill into his throat. My dick throbbed painfully, pressing against his tongue with each pulse, and cum flowed into his mouth.

Finally, when Sebastian was still, I pulled my head back and panted, swallowing his unique flavor. I was guilty of tasting myself in the past when curiosity had won over common sense and it hadn’t been as delicious as Sebastian’s cum.

I rolled off of him as he gasped for air, my face pressing against his upper leg. Sweat covered it and the hair on his leg was soft against my smooth cheek. “Fuck, you’re tasty,” I murmured.

He chuckled softly, panting still, and ran a hand down my leg. “I’m getting addicted to you, Ty.”

“I’ll enable this addiction all you like,” I huffed. When I regained enough control over my limbs, I turned around to be face-to-face with him. I hesitated as I moved toward him, but Sebastian seemed to know what I wanted. Messy and stained, we pressed our mouths against each other, and the sheer dirtiness of it was liberating. I could never be this naked with anyone except him. I could never be this free of worry that something might be weird or too kinky or unattractive. He wanted the same things. His tongue explored my mouth and I tasted us both in these kisses.

And when we were tired of making out, we slept for a time. Even in this state, when my eyes opened every now and then and my heart trembled with excitement, I woke up rested and content.

When I faced the new day, I looked out the window with such strong optimism that I wondered if I had been unhappy all these years before. How had I not realized that what truly made my life worth living had been next to me all along?

Chapter Eleven

SEBASTIAN

Sawyer’s eyes narrowed one evening as he looked from Tyler to me and back. “You guys are sus,” he said.

Those words were enough to make my blood freeze. The basement was crowded tonight, and Tyler was playing table soccer against Asher, kicking ass and sipping beer. We had done some hard drills all evening and most of us were too tired to be anywhere but here. Beckett was dealing cards on the table after confidently shuffling the deck and accidentally spilling cards all around himself, claiming Caden had distracted him with a sexy lip bite. Avery was in a large recliner, texting his boyfriend no doubt, and Jordan Mitchell appeared to be in a surprisingly good mood. It was possible that he had the winning hand at the gaming table. Caden, however, looked sour, and I wondered if the two were bluffing. But Sawyer’s words turned my attention away from the card game. “Sus? Why?”

I hated that my voice was a few notes higher than usual.

“I don’t know,” Sawyer said. “Something’s different. You guys fighting?”

Tyler snorted. “We haven’t had a fight since twenty-eleven.”

I wondered where he pulled that year from. It made me laugh.

Sawyer pursed his lips in thought. Then, as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyebrows dragged a little higher. “You usually pretty much sit in each other’s laps,” he said with a hint of wonder. “But you stopped. Did someone say something? Should I kick some ass?”

He had that ass-kicking tendency, that was for sure. I would have appreciated his offer more if I wasn’t terrified that he was onto something. Tyler and I had always been close and physical. It was never anything meaningful when we sat next to one another and he scratched the back of my head for no reason. That was just how we were.

Now that Sawyer had mentioned it, I realized we had kept a bit of a distance when other guys were around. I was just more aware of our physicality and what it meant. Now that it carried a deeper meaning and sparked stronger emotions, it was too private to let the others see. Besides, we were nowhere near ready to go public. The thought alone made my stomach feel like I’d swallowed an anvil.

Nine days had passed since Tyler left his relationship with Courtney. Nine days had passed since we had kissed each other and promised to be exclusive, to give us a chance. And in those nine days, he had filled every corner of my mind and heart with no room for anyone and anything else.

The love I had nurtured for him my whole life was changing. It wasn’t as easy as two best friends stroking it out together. The differences were huge and often surprising. The way we touched one another, just a tap on the arm, throughout our lives wasn’t the same anymore. Now, it was my skin on his, with the appreciation of his body and the urge to do more than just touch him.