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Hearing him say that, imagining his load inside me, ratcheted up the pleasure. I started to unravel, the small string pulling loose until I fell apart. My back arched, and I squeezed my eyes closed, an electrical storm shooting off beneath my skin, balls tight and my cum spurting out all over my hand and the mattress beneath me.
“Jesus, the way your hole just tightened around me. You want it, don’t you? You want my load?” I really fucking did, and even though we weren’t going there, even though there was a condom between us, it didn’t feel like it. I didn’t think it did to Ty either. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want your cum,” I said, and he cried out, thrust deep, his cock jerking and twitching, filling the rubber, both of us pretending it was my ass instead.
Ty fell down beside me. “Holy shitballs, that was hot.”
“Shitballs?”
“Don’t know. Just came out. I’m dead.” He threw an arm over his eyes. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Fucked?” I asked, though I knew what he meant.
“Wanted my load in someone’s ass so much that I pretended it was real.”
I didn’t know if he was planning on saying more, but I didn’t let him, instead keeping his mouth busy with mine, our tongues dancing together.
We napped after that, then fucked again, this time with me on top. And when we parted ways later, I almost asked him to stay.
Once he’d left, I wished I had.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Ty
Brax mumbled under his breath and let out a soft curse, which led to a groan and then more mumbling.
He lay on his back on the bed, his laptop balanced on his chest. I’d made myself comfortable between his legs, my head resting on his thigh while I looked at my phone. “Oh no.”
“Oh no, what?” he asked.
“Brooding Bear is back. How can you be so grumpy? Remember this weekend when I fucked your brains out? Aren’t you still riding the high from that?” I knew I was. It had been the best sex I’d ever had, both when I topped him and when he topped me. Two days later I still got hard thinking about it.
“First, Brooding Bear is not going to become a thing.”
“Um…I think it is.”
“No it’s not,” he countered.
“Yes it is.”
“You do realize we have a major test coming up, right? Shouldn’t you be studying with me?”
Yes, yes I should, but I was so over it. That wasn’t the most responsible way to look at things, but I couldn’t help it. “I’m going to be changing my major anyway.” He sighed and set his laptop on the nightstand. I twisted onto my stomach, arms resting on his abs, and looked at him. “Am I about to get a lecture? This feels like a lecture. How about we skip that and get to the spanking?” I waggled my brows for emphasis.
“You’re not going to do anything this semester, and if you fail your classes, you can’t continue to play that stupid game you love.”
He had a point. “Ugh. I hate it when you’re right.”
“You must be miserable all the time, then.”
I laughed. “And you say I’m cocky.” Things had been slowly changing between us for weeks now, but it felt really different since visiting his grandma and the incredible way I’d dicked him down afterward. Again, it had only been a couple of days, but we were cuddling on his bed between class, practice, and work, when it had nothing to do with sex. I leaned forward, lifted his shirt and blew a raspberry on his belly. Like…what the fuck even was that? I’d never done that with someone I was fucking in my whole life.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. It’s weird as fuck. I was just thinking that.”
“Well, stop it.”
“Why? Because it’s kinda cute and endearing and makes your crush on me grow?”
“No, because your slobber is gross.” He grinned.
“You like my spit…in your mouth…on your cock…dripping in your hole. Or like…when I do this.” I pushed up onto my knees, bent forward, and licked from his chin to his forehead.
“You’re so fucking gross.” But he grabbed me and tried to do the same. We wrestled around until I was on my back with Brax on top of me, licking my face like a dog and making me laugh.
“Stop. You’re right. It’s disgusting.” But it was fun too. “Come on. Let’s study. I don’t want to fail, and even more importantly, I don’t want to be a distraction to my Brooding Bear.”
“Gag,” Brax replied, but he grabbed his laptop. We rolled to our bellies with the computer in front of us and made it thirty minutes of being responsible young men, when my cell rang.
I picked it up from where it sat on his pillow. “It’s my mom.” If it had been anyone else, I would have ignored it, but I worried about her being alone, what with my dad having moved out to be with his new family and me on the opposite coast. Brax nodded and gave the computer his attention again as I answered. “Hey, you.”
