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I turned around because I couldn’t stand not looking at him a second longer. I couldn’t hold my hands back anymore. I had to touch all of him.
As our gazes met, that naughty smile I had grown up looking at spread across Ty’s face. He licked his lips. “I’ve been daydreaming about kissing you again since the library,” he said.
So had I. His ex-girlfriend had dragged it out almost like she’d known, but I couldn’t let us kiss before it was done. Even if we’d kissed already, I couldn’t let us take that risk. Every time we kissed, my resolve weakened, and I wanted more. At the same time, anxiety spiraled, too. Would I like it? Would he? Would we be any good at it? Would a terrible disappointment make this whole thing unattainable? I feared all those things and more, but Tyler ran the back of his fingers over the side of my face, and the fears went silent.
“You’re worried, huh?” Ty asked, his hand caressing the back of my head, his face inches away from mine.
“Uh…a bit,” I said. “It’s just…we don’t have a clue what we’re doing.” I cracked a smile, leaning in and pressing my lips against his. I kissed him the way I wanted to be kissed. I wasn’t sure if it made sense, but it was like I could finally feel free to try things out because this wasn’t some stranger with a stranger’s thoughts I was kissing. This was Tyler. So I extended my tongue a little and found the tip of his, licking and playing for a short time, then sealing our lips together for a blazing kiss.
Tyler pulled back and smirked. “It looks to me like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I know what I want,” I said, confidence growing as his smile stretched.
He dragged his lower lips between his teeth and slid his hands from my shoulders to my pecs. His pupils dilated as he dropped his gaze there and back to my face. “I’m all yours.” There was such a thrill of excitement to his voice that it tipped me over, pushing me from waiting to be taken to taking what I wanted.
My hands found his round ass, and I squeezed it hard, kissing his lips at the same time.
Tyler let out a soft moan that never left our connected mouths. He kissed me back, throwing his arms around my neck and pulling me close. As we ground our bodies against one another, he whimpered through his nose, giving me all the sloppy wet kisses like we’d done this a million times. This was why Tyler was so special to me; this knowledge that we were with each other, so we were undoubtedly safe, allowed us to act however we wanted and still know the other one enjoyed it. I didn’t need to fear anything with him, even if I had my reservations about the more serious stuff. And even that, I knew he understood. I knew neither of us would expect more than what we were willing to give just yet.
The longer we were in each other’s arms, the freer I felt. Courage rose and then soared. I pushed my hand down between us, the other one on the back of his head. Our mouths smashed together hungrily while I rubbed his throbbing bulge to madness. The harder I worked on him — doing precisely what I had always wanted done to me — the shorter his breaths and the louder his moans became. I swallowed them all from his lips.
He squirmed and pushed away from me. “Take that off,” he huffed, grabbing the edge of my hoodie. “I want to feel your body.”
I pulled my hoodie over my head and threw it on the floor, standing still. As if he had never seen my body in the locker room, or rather, as if he had never gotten a chance to take a good, long look at it, Tyler paused. His ears perked, his eyes fixed on me, and the corners of his lips curled upward.
“Your turn,” I whispered. The desperate desire to see him topless filled me with urgency.
Tyler undid his buttons slowly, teasing me with the excruciating pace, while I watched more and more of his flesh being bared. He was so sexy that the room was almost spinning around me.
He smiled brightly. “Isn’t that crazy? I never realized just how hot you were.”
I knew what he meant. I’d always known he was a good-looking guy. It was clear as day that people turned their heads as Tyler’s tall, broad figure passed them. He had a triangular torso with broad, round shoulders and a wide chest. His waist was narrow and he knew how to dress to show off. But his ass…
My heart stumbled even as I thought about it. His ass was a perfect combination of muscular firmness and thick roundness. Mine wasn’t bad either, seeing as how we’d both done hip-thrusts and squats at the gym like it was our religion.
When Tyler shrugged his shirt off and let it fall to the floor, I stepped closer. “I never let myself think of you that way,” I said.
“You stopped yourself?” he asked, his hand reaching for my body. His fingertips brushed up along the side of my torso and he pressed his open palm against my pec.
I shook my head, the back of my index finger tracing the middle of his chest and following the curve of his pec. Gently, I moved my hand to his upper arm, feeling his swollen biceps. “Not exactly,” I explained in a low voice. “But now I wonder if I’d been hiding these urges from myself.”
“It’s scary to think about it,” he said, and I knew what he meant. What else are we hiding from ourselves? What other things are too big to admit and accept? What dictates our lives without us ever even knowing?
“It’s scary,” I agreed. “And I’m glad it’s with you.”
That made him move. His chest pressed against mine, our abs touching, and his lips smashed against my mouth. We made out, turning and moving, and our hands explored one another. As I pinned Tyler against the door, I didn’t shy away from his belt. I unbuckled it and pulled it out, tossing it on the floor. In the next instant, my fingers were toying with the button and the zipper of his pants. I knew how uncomfortable he was wearing them. And I could feel it in his chest when the relief came. I freed his cock from the terrible constraints of his pants and I yanked them lower down his legs so that I could thrust my crotch against his and move my hands to his ass. I squeezed his cheeks hard, making his voice crack while letting out a gentle moan.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” he whispered. “You’re killing me.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” As I whispered my question, I buried my head in the crane of his neck and began kissing it up and down. I reached as high as his ear, biting the soft spot, then kissing him softly down the middle of his throat and lower, lower, lower. My lips covered his chest one inch at a time until I found his nipple.
My heart tripped when I remembered that this was a guy’s nipple I licked and bit. This was Tyler’s body I was worshiping and devouring. Every move I made along his torso, I was surprised by what it felt like. To lick such hard abs and to feel the coarseness of a recently shaved happy trail under my lips confused my brain. These were not the things I was used to, yet they made me so horny I was half-crazed.
I dropped to my knees when it made more sense and when I knew exactly what my direction was. My lips followed the middle of his torso, dragging from his belly button to the edge of his dark blue boxer briefs. The closer I was, the more nervous I became. My fingers trembled as I hooked them inside his underwear. My heart was pounding so fast I was afraid it would explode. And as I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes, I pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs over his dick.
His eyes were wide with a surprise that matched what I felt. Could we really be here? I was on my knees, and Tyler was hard as marble, straight as a spear. His dick sprang up, and I wrapped my hand around it, my nerves working so hard I felt like it was electricity coursing through my arm.
Tyler let out a long, deep exhale. His mouth was open and his eyebrows were contorting. I stroked him, making his chest shudder and his voice grow thin as he let out little sounds of pleasure and something not too unlike pain. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, pushing his dick through my fist, and I looked down.
