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The minute we walk inside, I feel completely out of place, and I want to bolt. It looks like one of those fancy magazine homes without a touch of anything personal. I still have grease under my fingernails and this guy has a white fucking sofa. This is a nightmare.
The living room is off to the right with the kitchen at the back. To the left are the stairs leading to the second floor. Thomas walks in ahead of me, switching on lights and dropping his keys in a tiny white porcelain bowl by the front door. Meanwhile, I’m standing awkwardly in the entryway as he heads toward the kitchen. We still haven’t said a word to each other since I had my hand around his throat.
I may have overreacted a little, but I don’t like the feeling of being pressured or cornered into anything. And I especially don't like attention, which is exactly what Thomas seems to like to give me.
“Come on in,” he calls from the pristine white kitchen. “Hungry? I’m not a good cook, but I can put something in the oven.”
“I’m fine,” I mumble, still standing by the door.
He watches me from under the bright lights, while I’m over here hunkering down in the shadows. It’s silent for a moment and awkward as hell.
“The guest bedroom is upstairs,” he says, moving toward the set of stairs. As he brushes past me, I breathe in the scent of his cologne, and my dick responds. He did say I could have my way with him, and sex would probably eat up some of the tension, but to be honest, I’m fucking beat. I slept like shit last night. Practice was exhausting, and I had a packed schedule today.
So without a word, I follow him up to the second floor. There is a room to the right that I can tell right away by the giant bed and clothes on the dresser that it’s his. To the left, there is a bathroom and a spare room. Thank God the bedding is deep blue and not white. I don’t think I could take anymore fucking white.
“Towels are in the hall closet. Help yourself to the shower. There are spare toothbrushes under the sink.”
I only nod in response. I don’t bother mentioning that I take my showers in the locker room after practice because that’s fucking embarrassing. And I don’t dwell too long on the fact that he has spare toothbrushes, because it means he must have a lot of overnight guests. Instead, I drop my backpack on the floor next to the bed and awkwardly wait for him to leave. After a moment of tense silence, he finally gets the message and tells me good night.
I don’t bother to shut the door before I switch off the light and shed my clothes down to my boxers. I then flop down on the bed and melt into the memory foam mattress. The groan of pleasure that escapes my lips is loud. What this room lacks in personal touch, definitely makes up for it in comfort, and I hate to admit it, but this is much fucking nicer than a flimsy six-inch mattress on concrete.
After I hear Thomas shut himself in his room and the lights down the hall turn dark, I try to fall asleep. It takes a bit longer than I expected, especially considering how comfortable I am, but my dick doesn’t seem to want to give up on the offer to ‘have its way with him.’ Luckily, my exhaustion wins and I’m deep in a dreamless sleep before I can act on it.
I wake up sometime before six. The house is quiet and cool, so I have no idea why I’m suddenly wide awake, but no amount of tossing and turning will let me fall back to sleep. I might as well just get up. I can slip out the door and go to campus early, so no one sees me leaving one of my professor’s homes.
Before getting dressed, I sneak into the bathroom to pee, and when I come out, I see Thomas’s bedroom door wide open. Curiosity gets the better of me and I tiptoe to his room to spy on him. There’s a subtle blue glow from the alarm clock on his nightstand, and it illuminates his body on the bed. He’s on top of the sheets, sprawled on his back in just his tight black boxer briefs.
Until now I’ve only been able to admire his body through the clothes he wears and the way his ass fills out a pair of tight slacks, but now I can drink in the ripple of shadows across his abs and his thick thighs in contrast to the white sheets. He’s not a big guy, but the lean muscle of his body has my cock growing thick in my boxers.
Without making a sound, I give it a gentle stroke over my underwear. It feels heavenly as I stare at his sleeping form, the soft lull of his breathing the only sound in the house. It’s intrusive of me, but I don’t care. I need to come, and I probablyshouldgo do it in the privacy of the bathroom or the guest bedroom, but I can’t peel myself away from him.
Plus, I’m breaking a pretty big rule of mine because I’m still half naked, and if he wakes up, he’s going to see me. But then again this guy has me breaking all my rules.
Reaching under the elastic band, I palm the head of my dick, giving it a tight squeeze. It’s hard to keep my groan silent, but I do, stroking myself while I watch him sleep. But even as I feel my orgasm building, I stop because I don’t want to come in my boxers. Not before I get to touch him.
Silently, I cross the room and stand at the foot of his king-size bed. He’s sprawled out on one side as if he’s only taking up half of it in order to leave room for someone else. I’m tempted to crawl into the empty space, but I don’t want to be next to him. I want to beonhim. No, Iwantto beinhim.
I slowly crawl onto the mattress, and he starts to stir, but he doesn’t wake up. Straddling his lower legs, I drag my nose along one of his tan thighs while my hand slowly glides along the other, and it’s not until I bury my face in the silky elastic of his underwear that I hear him hiss, and I know he’s awake.
He’s soft behind his boxers, but I feel the bulge of his dick and I wedge my teeth around it, giving him a subtle bite.
“Pax,” he whispers in the darkness. His husky tone is laced with fear and arousal. Threading his fingers into my hair, he shifts his hips upward, pressing my face into his groin. With my nose buried in the fabric, I inhale his masculine scent. What is it about this guy that turns me on so damn much? It’s like his pheromones are a drug to me.
He hardens quickly between my teeth, so I slide my fingers under the waistband and drag down his boxers to find his shaft. My first time really seeing it this close, I admire his impressive cock, like him slender and long. Naturally, it’s perfect. Thick veins run along the underside, and I lap my tongue along each one. He gasps and moans, squirming on the bed as I tease him. The torture is fun, making him suffer in anticipation.
Then, wrapping my hand around him, I give him a couple hard strokes before taking him in my mouth, letting him glide as far down my throat as I can without gagging.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, his back arching off the bed, and I already want to come just from the sounds he makes as I suck him off. His cock touches the back of my throat, and I bury my nose in the neatly trimmed hair around his shaft. My other hand finds his balls and gives them a gentle tug that stops his breathing altogether. Without letting up, I keep my momentum, dragging him closer and closer to his orgasm, knowing mine won’t be far behind.
I’ve never gotten off from giving someone else a blow job, but my grinding hips against the mattress are leading me to believe this might be a first.
When I do feel his balls tighten under my fingertips, I ease up on his dick; I’m not ready to end this just yet. I want to draw out every second and make it last forever, especially in this twilight darkness before we’ve even spoken to each other today. It’s like a clean slate, and I haven’t had a chance to fuck it up yet. I want to enjoy it while it lasts.
But I can’t help how good he tastes in my mouth, and I suck harder, moving faster and lapping up the drops of pre-cum he leaks onto my tongue.
When his balls tighten again, I know he’s about to blow. But I don’t let him come down my throat, not because I don’t like to swallow but because I want his cum in my hand. Picking up speed and squeezing tighter, I take him to the very edge before pulling my mouth away. His body jerks and he lets out a strangled cry as the warm spurts fill my palm.
Before he can even catch his breath, I move upward onto my knees, pulling out my own cock and using his cum as lube to jack myself.
