“I’m…” Felix said, and shivered deliciously. “I’m wearing a plug.”
“Plug,” Jacob repeated, not making the connection.
Felix laughed breathlessly. “In my ass, genius.”
“Oh!” Jacob’s face heated. He tightened his grip on Felix’s ass, wondering if he could feel it if he pressed over Felix’s hole. “Like… for…”
“So you can fuck me,” Felix said. Then, Jacob’s hitching breath: “Or you can just finger me! Whatever’s fine. You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Jacob said, his skin prickling with heat as well as deeply unwelcome anxiety. He didn’t think he would do this for the first time at a party. What if the lock broke and someonewalked in while they were doing it? What if someone heard him? Felix might be fine with that, but Jacob sure as hell wasn’t.
Felix moved against him again: a small, distracted movement that made some of the anxiety fall away.
Jacob blinked. Right. He could do this. He couldtotallydo this, he just needed Felix to get him out of his head. Get him to that high, powerful place Jacob he experienced when he was watching Felix follow his orders.
“Grind on me until you come,” Jacob said. “Then I’ll f-fuck you.”
Felix didn’t even comment on the stutter. His lips parted, his eyes going hazy. Then he started grinding against Jacob’s leg again.
“Not like that,” Jacob said, inspiration striking him like a lightning bolt. “Get on your knees.”
Felix gaped at him. Jacob waited for a smart-ass comment, but Felix just dropped to his knees and shuffled forward until he could rub his denim-clad cock against Jacob’s shin.
“Told you,” Felix rasped. “You’re a fucking natural.”
Jacob didn’t feel like a natural. But he was finding his footing, burying his hand in Felix’s hair and pulling him in until Felix’s cheek was pressed against the bulge in his jeans.
Felix moaned, rubbing his face against Jacob’s cock.
“Focus,” Jacob told him, the word coming out of him automatically. He’d chastised Felix so many times, how was this any different?
“I didn’t tell you to suck me,” Jacob continued. “What did I tell you?”
Felix grinned against Jacob’s jeans. He looked up at him, his eyes so big they stole Jacob’s breath out of his throat.
“To grind on you until I come,” Felix recited. “I’m on it.”
His hips worked fast and determined. But he kept mouthing at Jacob’s cock through his jeans, filling Jacob with electrifyingfantasies of pulling his cock out and fucking Felix’s throat as Felix humped his leg.
The possibilities were intoxicating. Jacob almost forgot they were doing this in a stranger’s bedroom while a frat party raged on outside.
He pulled Felix back by his hair. “Felix. I told you to cut it out.”
“But you’re so hard,” Felix said.
It should have sounded like something out of a porno. It sort of did. But Felix sounded so desperate, straining against his grip. Like he wanted nothing more than to get back to rubbing his face all over Jacob’s clothed cock.
A dozen possibilities ran through Jacob’s mind. He’d never had so many sex ideas until Felix got on his knees for him.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Jacob asked, shocked at how easily the words came out. “Or your mouth? You can only pick one tonight.”
Felix whined. “But I wore a plug.”
Jacob stroked his scalp, mesmerized by how soft Felix’s hair was. He often got the urge to bury his hands in it, a fact he made himself forget until the next time it happened.
“Pick one,” Jacob repeated.
Felix stared up at him, dazed. His hips twitched unconsciously against Jacob’s leg, and Jacob wondered how big Felix’s plug was. How deep it was inside him. He suddenly wanted to go back on what he said and throw Felix on the stranger’s bed, drag his jeans down and see what Felix had inside him. The desire almost overrode his nervousness about going all the way in some frat boy’s bedroom with a party raging outside.
