Page 15 of The Jock Next Door

“That’s too much,” I whimper. “I can’t⁠—”

He lets go of my cock immediately.

“Sorry,” I say. “But if you touch me there, I’ll⁠—”

“Don’t apologize for telling me what you need.”

“Sorry.”

“Nico. What did I say?”

“Sorry. I mean—” I’m losing my mind. How many times can one person apologize in a single minute? “I’ll try to stop.”

“Good. Now tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“You already have me.” He’s crooking his fingers now, massaging a particularly sensitive spot inside me. “Be specific. And be as vulgar as you want. You can’t shock me.”

I look over my shoulder into those dark eyes. His forehead gleams with sweat, beads of it catching in his hairline. He’s watching me. Waiting for me to say it.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper.

His lip curls. “This big cock? The one you were gagging on?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want your big cock inside me, Trey. Fuck me. Please.”

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“You got any lube?” Trey asks, standing up. “Because we’re not doing this without it. Not your first time.”

I shake my head. Why would I have lube? I never have sex.

“No worries. I got some.” He’s already heading for the door.

“You’re going out there like that? Naked?”

He looks down at himself, then back at me. “It’s one door away.”

“You’re rock hard and covered in sweat.”

“And?” He shrugs. “Chances someone’s in the hallway right now are slim. And if they are…” He grabs the door handle. “Lucky them.”

Before I can say another word, he’s gone.

I can’t believe this guy. So bold. So fearless. Everything I’m not. And there’s a pride in it too. That he just walked into the hallway with a full erection and not a shred of shame. That he doesn’t care who knows what he’s about to do to me.

Of course, I hear it all through the cardboard wall. His door opening. A drawer sliding. The heavy tread of his feet coming back. Then he’s in my room again, bottle of lube in his hand, shutting the door behind him.

“See? No big deal.” He’s beaming.

“I’m mostly surprised you could find it so fast in that mess you call a room.”

“Oh, are we getting witty now?”