Page 85 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

Tyler’s dick throbbed hard against my leg. It pulsed harder when my painted hands reached his curved ass and gave him a firm squeeze. He whimpered against my lips and I ran his hands down the length of my back until he met the waistband of my old sweatpants. His fingers remained there, feeling my skin but never moving lower.

Fear had driven me all day today. One month. After one full month of kissing and fooling around and exploring his body with my lips, I was still too cowardly to give it a try, but the desire in me was stronger every day. Tyler didn’t mind me hesitating. He would wait forever and wouldn’t complain. Even with the fear casting a shadow over it, every day brought more vivid ideas of what it would be like. And I wanted it. I couldn’t get it out of my head. It made my heart skip a beat when I thought about it.

That was why I had wanted to make it happen tonight. And yet, my worries turned my plans into a blunder. I needed Tyler to fix it with his easy smile and infinite charm.

I pulled my head back from the sweet kiss we were sharing. I looked into his warm eyes and nodded. “Now,” I said. “I want you now.”

Tyler’s cheeks turned pink and his eyes widened. “Are you sure? Shouldn’t we maybe…look at a manual? Consult the literature?”

A chuckle rose from my throat. “I did that already,” I said. “Tonight. I got ready and then I chickened out.”

The relief and delight painted his face brighter than any of the paint I had smeared over his pretty cheeks. He wanted it so clearly that I was almost embarrassed of not realizing it sooner. “So you want to be the first to…?”

“Bottom for you,” I said, keeping the nervous lilt out of my voice. I nodded. “If you want me to.”

His dick’s throb answered for him. We both felt it and Tyler gave a little laugh. “Sebastian,” he said as he ran one finger down the drying paint on my face. “When it comes to you, I want everything.”

My hands rested on his hips for a moment longer, then I pulled them back and pressed my open palms against his chest. As I pushed him gently, he leaned back, holding his legs under his weight and lowering himself on the bit of sheet that protected the carpet from the mess I had made. And the mess I still planned to make.

As he was leaning back, Tyler’s hips thrust out, and his dick speared upward between us. The sight of it made my heart skip a beat, but I felt more excited than afraid.

Tyler dropped to the floor, his legs straightening, one on each side of me, and I slowly bent down to kiss his thighs. His body was warm, his skin soft under my lips. I followed his thigh until I reached his crotch, my heart pounding faster. I wondered if I would ever get used to the thrill of it. As my lips touched his balls, Tyler let out a little whimper and gritted his teeth. He ran a hand through my hair and closed his fist around it on the back of my head. He didn’t direct me, but he held me as I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his balls. It was a new thing we had discovered together. Not only did it make the other one feel incredible, but it was oddly pleasurable to perform. I was gently sucking his balls into my mouth and never did it fully, but it was enough to make Tyler writhe on the floor and grip the fistful of my hair tighter.

When I released him, he groaned hard and breathed for a short time before I pressed my face against his crotch again. Not everything we did made perfect sense. Some things weren’t meant to have a clear purpose at all. If I wanted to feel him throb against my face while I exhaled my hot breath against his balls, I did just that. It turned me on. That was reason enough.

Tyler shuddered and pulled my head up. As I lifted my gaze to meet his sexy face, I wrapped a hand around his dick. The paint was already dry on my fingers, but I still refrained from using too much of my hand. It forced me to be creative with my mouth, too. So I put my lips around his cock and sucked him in while gazing into his eyes.

The feeling of connection blazed brightly between us. We locked our gazes on one another’s eyes as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I was getting damn good at this, barely choking on his dick as I impaled myself throat-deep. The sort of comfort of knowing what his cock felt like in my mouth was the award I had never expected to get, but I felt that comfort now. And I needed it. For all the prep I had done, I hadn’t dared to put even one finger inside of myself today.

His one clean hand held onto the locks of my hair as his painted fingers dug into the sheet and carpet under him. He lifted his hips, sliding his dick deeper into me, and I sucked him even when I couldn’t breathe. I’d gotten the hang of breathing while pleasuring him, although it didn’t always work.

My head jerked back as my lungs burned with the need for air. I inhaled, my mouth wide open, and Tyler jerked his hips up and down, sliding his dick into my mouth and out. Saliva dripped down his length and pooled in his short-cropped hair, trickling down his smooth balls and staining his groin.

I reached up his torso, freely feeling his body now that I knew I could. I could touch him anywhere and he wouldn’t mind. It would only spark his curiosity and make him want to see what it felt like both to be touched so and to touch me like that. And as I worshiped his body, I knew I was pushing him too far. His dick was hard as marble, standing at full mast and throbbing in my mouth. I had to pull back before I made him come.

Tyler’s chest shuddered as I released him from my mouth. His cock slapped against his hard abs, then quickly stiffened again and lifted at a sharp angle, the tip never again touching his stomach.

With my messy fingers, I opened the drawer of my nightstand and tossed condoms and lube on the sheet. Tyler wore an excited expression, his naughty, boyish smile charming me before he even said a word. As I pulled my sweatpants and my underwear down my legs, Tyler pushed the supplies I’d handed him out of the way. He was on his knees in no time, licking his lips, and his hands went for my naked hips.

As I stepped out of my clothes, Tyler turned me around.

Shivers ran down my arms. My skin prickled even before he neared me. I knew what he wanted to do and it filled me with such blinding lust that nothing else would satiate my desires but what he was about to do.

His hot breath washed over my bare, sensitive skin, and his hands squeezed my cheeks, spreading them apart. We’d groped each other’s butts countless times, going as far as to run a finger or two over each other’s holes, but we hadn’t done more than that. Not until now.

I cried out the first time his warm, wet tongue pressed against my tight hole. It was a choked yelp of surprise. My dick pulsed and Tyler’s hot breath burst from his nose as he chuckled. “Fuck, that’s nice,” he whispered, then licked me again.

My hand instinctively reached back and grabbed his head. I was leaning forward, my legs spread, and I pushed his head so that his face pressed harder against my butt. He gripped my hips with strong arms and yanked me back against him, rubbing his tongue all over the space between my cheeks. It was breathtaking in the most literal sense of the word. My lungs were collapsing and burning, my chest was shaking, and my abs were trembling. I couldn’t remember a time when I was as tense as this.

Guided by his arms, I knelt on the floor, my hands on the sheet supporting my torso. Tyler was kneeling behind me, his tongue working my hole with surprising softness. Still, his hold on me was firm.

I folded my arms on the floor and buried my face in the fold of my right arm, muffling my rising moans while Tyler devoured me. His clean left hand moved between my legs and took my dick from below all the while his lips and tongue pleasured my hole. I hadn’t known that something could feel this good. Part of me wanted to have him in my mouth and see if that was the winning combination and the other part was far too happy with what we were doing to care about anything else.

My toes were curling and relaxing at every change in pressure. My dick was pulsing in his hand. And when my hole felt so warm and wet that I needed something more to happen, Tyler seemed to sense it too.

He pulled back a couple of inches. “I’m going to put one finger inside of you, baby,” he said.

I whimpered at the last word as much as I craved for what he promised to do. A choked sound of assent assured him I wanted him to continue.