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In a rush, I helped him off my lap and started to haphazardly gather our stuff. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. I needed relief.

Fanning his red face, Chris said, “Just need this to go down before we leave. Don’t want to traumatize anyone.”

My eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his pants, and I swallowed. Everything in me screamed for me to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. However, I wasn’t one for sex in public locations—not to mention we hadn’t talked about whether or not he was okay with it. I yanked my eyes away and took a deep, calming breath.

“Seems like you also need a moment,” he commented, and I looked at him again before following where he was staring. My hard cock was obvious in my pants. I couldn’t say anything because arousal was strangling my throat, but I nodded. I certainly did need a second. Averting my eyes from Chris because he was just too enticing, I stared at the ceiling and breathed.

After a bit, we’d both calmed down. I took Chris’s hand and headed outside, then to our dorm, ignoring everyone who greeted us.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Christopher

Nerves and excitement pulsed inside of me. Jaxon wanted me to fuck him, and I wanted to. Badly. It kind of surprised me, though. Somehow I’d thought this would be the other way around. Not that I was disappointed. We had time to try everything.

Also, I was terrified. What if I messed up? What if I wasn’t as good a fuck as the other two people Jaxon had been with? I shouldn’t care. I really shouldn’t. But I did. Comparison was the enemy of joy, and all that. But the fears and doubts slowly grew in my mind like weeds. I didn’t want to be bad for Jaxon. I cared about him so much, and he made me so happy. I wanted to be perfect for him.

Jaxon closed the door behind him and turned the lock. That thud had never been so loud before. I swallowed, tense, when he faced me, his hands settling on my hips. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against my forehead. The sweet gesture made my eyes flutter closed while warmth swelled in my gut and spread throughout my limbs.

“We don’t have to if you’re not ready, baby,” Jaxon murmured against me.

I flushed.

“I’m in no rush. All I want is to be close with you, and we don’t need sex to be intimate.”

That was true, but I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted more. I wanted to be inside of him. I shook my head and went up on my toes to plant my mouth on his, taking him in a slow kiss.

I whispered, “I want to be inside of you. Badly.”

He groaned, low and loud, the noise settling in my cock and making it harder than ever. Curling a hand behind Jaxon’s neck, I pulled him down and claimed his mouth. I held onto him tightly. I didn’t want him going anywhere before I was ready. When he wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me flush against him, I figured he had the same idea.

Our tongues tangled in a slow dance that practically sent my body vibrating. His hand began to run up my sides, lifting my shirt with the movement so he could begin to tease my skin. Every brush made me shiver, ever so sensitive right now, or perhaps I was just attuned to Jaxon. Everything about him drew me in and made me want him even more.

His hands slid to my ass, and I groaned when he squeezed. His hands were so large they easily engulfed me. I adored how much larger he was than me. I’d never felt small before, and now I did. The feeling was addictive. Jaxon growled into my mouth as he lifted me up easily; my legs snapped around him instinctively. I gasped, but didn’t stop kissing him. Rather, the kiss turned frantic as my need swelled.

I rocked against him, trying to drag my stiff shaft over his stomach. I needed friction. I needed more. His skin on mine. His body yielding to me. The two of us becoming one.

Jaxon kept moving across the room toward his bed, then he dropped me onto it, making me grunt. His golden eyes practically glowed as he ran his gaze over the length of my body. I lifted my arms and stretched out even further in invitation, and he growled. My cock bucked. I loved that sound. A lot. I also loved that I was the one who drew it out of my quiet Jaxon. I wanted to be the only one who would ever make him like this or see him like this.

Lifting my arms out for him, I said, “You’re too far away.”

He grasped my hand, bringing it to his mouth to press a hasty kiss on my knuckles. “Give me a minute, okay?”

I nodded, and Jaxon rushed off to the bathroom.

The instant the door closed, I was up in a flash. Okay. Romance. I needed this to be perfect. To make up for my lack of experience. I snagged my phone, then paused. Carter was inviting me last minute to a seance that Tate was throwing. Rude to wait until only a few hours before. But whatever. They were out of luck. I left him on read and then pulled up a light instrumental music playlist. I had made it to read books to, but I found it soothing. I guessed it worked. I mean, I didn’t have a sex playlist. I needed to get on making one. Later.

I yanked the curtains closed to help block the late afternoon light. I looked around the room frantically for candles or something, but we weren’t allowed to have them, not to mention I’d never been a candle guy. So I grabbed a new can of air freshener and sprayed away. I blinked at the heavy chemical smell. Well, it would fade. It was fine.

Why was the room such a mess? I mean, all of Jaxon’s stuff was neat and tidy, but I had crap everywhere. I chucked all my dirty clothes into my hamper and hastily piled my books onto my desk, trying to make it as neat as possible. I then straightened Jaxon’s bed up and threw a couple of my pillows over on it to make it more squishy. I glanced around the room, wishing I could do more, but there wasn’t really anything else I could do.

Lastly, I stripped off my shirt and shucked off my shoes, socks, and pants, leaving me in my plain green boxers.

Fuck. Was that a rip? Why the hell didn’t I have better-looking underwear? I was going to lose my fucking virginity in horrible underwear. I should’ve thought this through.

All of a sudden I froze as I recalled the pair from a gag gift that Carter had given me last year on my birthday. I raced to my closet and dug them out, holding them up with a blush. Little had he known how much I would love them. Or maybe he had known and had played it off as a joke. It was hard to know with Carter. I had been saving them for if I ever got the courage to date someone. While Jaxon and I weren’t officially dating (no changes for me), we were about to have penetrative sex for the first time.

I tugged the briefs on and glanced in the mirror with a smile. They were dark blue and lacy, hugging my ass. My hard cock barely fit right now; the flushed tip kept trying to peek out the top. I heard the door opening, and I flung myself on his bed and tried to lie as seductively as possible.