“I had a seven a.m. class last year.” I slide my hands under his tee and caress his smooth skin. “It was the only time it was offered. I’m never signing up for one of those again.”
“Making us go to class that early should be illegal.” His voice soft and dreamy as I trace my nails down his back. “You’re getting me all excited when I can’t do anything about it.”
“Who says you can’t do anything about it?” I ask with a smirky grin I know will make him blush.
His cheeks go pink, and I slide my hands to his ass so I can squeeze the full globes.
“Take your dick out,” I tell him. “Then you’re going to take my dick out.”
“And then what?” he asks when I don’t continue.
“Then you’re going to get us off,” I tell him. “But you’re not allowed to come until I say so. Understood?”
He nods and licks his lips.
“Just hands this time.”
His expression falls, and I can’t hide my smile at his reaction.
West loves sucking my dick. I have no idea if it’s because he’s new to hooking up with a guy and it’s still fun and exciting for him, but he acts like I just gave him the best gift ever any time I tell him to get on his knees or pull my dick out.
It’s strangely adorable while also being hot as fuck, and it makes every time he puts his mouth on me that much more incredible.
“Only hands because you’re going to look at me while you do it,” I tell him. “You can kiss me, but otherwise, your eyes are on me. Got it?”
“Yeah,” he says breathily. “Got it.”
“Then go ahead.”
He grins and jams his hand down the front of his pants to free his dick, and I slide mine under the back of his sweats so I can palm his ass.
We might not have a lot of time, but we have enough, and both of us should sleep like the dead tonight if the Os are as good as they always are with him.
24
WEST
“Hey, partner,”Anthony falls into step beside me. “Ready for our presentation?”
“Hey.” I offer him a tight smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You’re nervous,” he observes, giving me a quick once-over.
“A little,” I confirm as we head up the main walkway of the building our class is in. “Not as much as I usually am, though, so I’m counting that as a win.”
“Did you eat lunch?”
“Depends on what you mean by lunch.”
“Did your lunch consist of solid food, or did you drink an extra coffee and call that lunch?”
“I had a smoothie from the kiosk at the main gym,” I tell him.
“At least that’s real food. Not enough, but actual food is a good start.” He pulls the main door open for me and waits as I step through. “How’d you sleep last night?”
“Pretty good. How about you?”
“Slept like the dead. But that’s to be expected after last night.”
