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For a few minutes, I swear I see stars and have to lie there just learning how to breathe again. Holy fuck. That was amazing.
Looking at my phone, I see I don’t have long before Brendon should be back, so I hustle to grab my clothes and get to the bathroom to clean up. It takes longer than I expected, and by the time I’m leaving the bathroom, I can hear him outside the door. I dive for my bed and throw the plug and lube under my pillow and lay on top of it.
When I turn around, Brendon is looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey, man, how was class?” I ask, way too chipper.Jesus fuck. Chill out, man.
“You feeling okay?” He closes the door and eyes me while he drops his backpack on the floor by his bed. “You’re acting weird.”
“I’m not acting weird,” I scoff. I’m definitely not acting normal.
He toes off his shoes, still watching me, and climbs onto the bed, pushing me back against the mattress and settling between my thighs.
“I believe I was promised an orgasm.” He waggles his eyebrows and bites his lower lip.
Well, shit.
My dick is sensitive from the recent orgasm but not unwilling.
I slide my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth down to mine. Brendon groans and gives me some of his weight. It’s perfect. The solid pressure of him holding me against the bed while I taste him on my lips is everything I’ve ever wanted. My heart soars at the connection I have to this man, how much better the touch is because I know him.
He rocks his hips against me, and I suck on his lower lip. Brendon’s cock is hard against my hip while mine is barely at half-mast.
He pulls back and looks down at me with uncertainty in his eyes and tense shoulders.
“Do you not want to do this?” His voice is small and unsure, and I hate it. I hate that I’ve put that thought in his head.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m not sure I can . . . uh . . . right this minute.” I stumble over my words since I’m not sure I want to tell him I was just jacking off while imagining him pounding me into the mattress. “Can we just lay here for a bit?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Brendon shifts and lays next to me, only our arms touching on the too small mattress. Now it’s awkward. Fucking Christ.
Brendon fidgets with his fingers, popping his knuckles and rolling his wrists. It’s a nervous habit I’ve seen him do countless times, but I don’t think I’ve ever been the reason for it before.
Rolling onto my side, I reach for his thigh and pull it over my hip, forcing him to roll toward me.
He watches me with a carefully blank face and for once says nothing.
“I didn’t say stop touching me,” I murmur, gripping the back of his neck and leaning toward him. “I jacked off right before you got here.” It’s my turn to turn red while he smirks at me. “But making out sounds amazing.”
I slide my knee between his, slotting our bodies together, and he wraps his arm around my back to hold me against him. I smile into the kiss and slide my hand down his spine to cup his ass. God, I love the feel of him.
He moans, and I shove my hand inside his underwear to feel his skin in my palm, squeezing and kneading the muscle of his ass. He thrusts his hips and rolls his body against me.
“Tell me what you’re okay with,” I say against his lips.
He drags his lower lip between his teeth for a second, then meets my eyes. “I like when you talk dirty to me.” His face immediately flames red, and I smirk at him.
“Yeah? You like being my little needy cock whore?” I drop my voice and put some command in it. A shiver runs through him, and I lean over him.
Brendon’s eyes close, and his breath shakes on the word, “Fuck.”
“Hmmm,” I hum along his jaw as I nip at the skin.
“No one has ever talked to me like that.” He thrusts against me again, his cock hard as a rock.
“Glad to be of service.” I suck on his earlobe, and he whimpers. His reactions are definitely having an effect on my dick now.
We make out for a while, grinding against each other and just getting to know each other’s bodies, but we don’t take it any further.
