FOR ALL MY confidence in my ability to persuade anyone and everyone into my bed, I had to admit there’d been a few moments over the past week that I wondered if JT was distancing himself from me. But as the throb of his cock matched time with mine through our layers of clothing, I realized that wasn’t the case at all.
If anything, it seemed our time apart had made him eager for more than the brief kisses we’d shared during his “study time.” Something I wasn’t about to complain about. Not when he was sitting on his desk with his legs wrapped around my ass, offering to get naked.
I reached up to where JT’s fingers were playing with the hair at the back of my neck, and as I brought them down, I nipped at his knuckles. “You want to see me naked?”
JT sucked in a breath and nodded. The fevered look in his eyes made my skin heat.
“Then you’re gonna have to let go of me.”
“Oh. Right.” He looked down my body as he loosened his thighs, and his gaze zeroed in on the outline of my dick when I straightened to my full height. He shifted on the desk and went to reach between his legs, but hesitated.
“Don’t stop,” I said, pulling my shirt from my jeans. “The idea that you want to get off to me is sexy as hell.”
JT raised his eyes to mine as I unbuttoned my dress shirt. “It is?”
“Fuck yes. I’m not even naked yet, and you can’t keep your hands off yourself.” I shrugged out of my shirt and winked at him. “I can’t wait to see what you do when you actually see my cock.”
JT groaned and wrapped his fingers around the bulge between his thighs. That response was all I needed to keep going with my strip show.
I toed out of my shoes and tossed my shirt on the desk beside him, then I popped open the button of my jeans. Not wanting to startle him—or send him running from too much, too soon—I decided to leave my boxer briefs in place as I took my jeans off and tossed them alongside my shirt.
JT whispered a curse, and now he had his hands inside his sweatpants.
Fuckin’ hell.
“JT?” My voice was rougher than usual as I watched his hand move behind the grey material of his sweats.
“Yeah?” His response was absent-minded, his attention solely focused on the distinct outline my erection made behind the last scrap of material covering me.
“Still want me naked?”
He didn’t bother looking up at me, just bit down into that plump lip of his. “Yeah.”
Christ. This was going to take every ounce of self-control if he kept looking at me like that, and I wasn’t about to come before I got to see him naked too.
I grunted and pushed my briefs off. Then I pulled off my socks and kicked all of my discarded clothes aside.
“Holy shit…”
JT had widened his legs, and that hand in his sweats was moving a little faster now. But that wasn’t going to work for me. I moved back to between his parted thighs, and his attention finally moved back to my face.
My lips curved at the hungry expression swirling in his eyes. They were glassy and dazed with his obvious arousal, and when I took his chin in hand and bent my head, he parted his lips for my kiss.
I brushed my mouth over the top of his, my tongue flirting with his top lip and then teasing the bottom. “I believe the deal was, if I got naked, you would too.”
JT moaned as I kissed my way along his jaw to his ear.
“Not sure if you noticed, but I’m pretty fucking naked.”
JT’s hands moved to my hips, the temptation of touching me outweighing his desire to touch himself, and he slipped off the desk.
“I noticed,” he said, trailing his fingers around to my abs. “It’s pretty hard not to.”
I clenched my fists by my side as JT’s eyes came back to mine.
“And getting harder by the second.”
That sweet fucking smile of his curved his gorgeous mouth, and when he lowered his eyes back to where his fingers were playing over my taut skin, I groaned. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“No. Just hoping I’m good at this.”
“This?”
Color bloomed on his cheeks, and he shrugged. “You know, sucking your…” He gestured to my throbbing erection.
“Cock?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Only one way to find out.”
JT’s eyes flew back to mine, and the curiosity there was coupled with worry. “Have you ever had a bad blow job?”
“Is there such a thing?”
“So that’s a no.”
JT went back to looking at my dick, and it seemed to stand up a little taller, as though trying to impress him. It must’ve worked, too, because without another word, JT moved to his knees.
I swallowed back a shout of triumph as JT settled in front of me and circled the base of my shaft with his hand, his face directly in line with my hard-on.
This was it. This was the moment where he’d either follow through or call it quits. Up until now, all JT had done was share a few kisses with me and let me get him off. But if he did this, if he actually decided to—“Oh my fucking God”—taste me, everything would change.
I glanced down at the messy brown curls covering his head, and wondered if I’d just imagined what I’d felt. But when JT leaned in and flicked his tongue over me a second time, I threaded my fingers through his hair and punched my hips forward.
JT raised his gaze up my body, opened his mouth, and sucked the tip of my cock between his lips. He placed a hand on my thigh, and as he took me in a little further, he shifted up on his knees. That gave him more height and a better angle for me to work with, as I pushed in a little deeper and his fingers dug into my leg. I stretched his mouth wide, and when JT began to draw his lips off me, my toes curled into the hardwood.
“Jesus, JT…”
He sat back on his heels and looked up at me from under his lashes. I could see the thick outline of his erection beneath his sweats and the damp spot from his arousal, and wondered what it was that had really set him off.
Seeing me naked? Touching me? Or tasting me for the first time?
But when he licked his lips, any thought other than getting back between them left my mind completely.
“So, um, that was okay, then?”
“Okay?” I trailed my fingers down his jaw. “It was a hell of a lot more than okay. But maybe you should do it again, so we can make sure it wasn’t beginner’s luck or anything like that.”
JT chuckled, and the sound was like a warm stroke up my spine.
“I mean, I wouldn’t want it to be a fluke.”
Now that was interesting. “No? Why not?”
JT moved back into place and ran his fingers down my thigh—and my cock lurched in response.
“Because I’m an overachiever. How else do you think I ended up at Astor on my parents’ salaries?”
I gripped his chin then and tugged it down, and this time when JT’s mouth parted, I was the one directing my cock onto his tongue. “I don’t care how you ended up here. I’m just glad you did.”
I pushed inside his mouth with a little more force this time. He dug his short nails into my thighs and started to suck on me, and my eyes slammed shut from the sheer pleasure of it.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and slowly pulled out. Then I tunneled forward, again and again and again. JT went about learning the shape and size of my dick like it was going to be a question on his next exam.
He traced the veins and grooves, tasted the sticky excitement coating the tip, and when the ache in my balls threatened to overtake me, I shoved in deep, and JT took as much of me as he could until he started to cough.
“Ah fuck.” A ragged sound escaped my throat as I shoved him away and gripped my cock, giving it a vicious squeeze.
I stared down at his gorgeous face as I fought back the orgasm threatening to explode. Unable to take any more of the sweet torture that was his mouth, I reached for his arm and urged him to his feet.
“Take off your clothes,” I said in a voice full of pent-up sexual frustration. “I want to look at you. I need to fucking look at you.”
JT nodded and reached for the hem of his shirt, and as he pulled it up over his head and his leanly muscled body came into view, I started to work my length.
This wasn’t the first time I was seeing his naked chest. But it sure as fuck was the first time I was seeing it after he’d had my dick in his mouth. JT wasn’t as built as I was, but the light dusting of hair that trailed from his navel down to the drawstring of his sweats had me remembering just how good he’d tasted on my tongue.
“Who’s eye-fucking who now?” he said.
My eyes flicked up to the bold ones roving all over me, and hell if this golden boy was turning out to be one surprise after another.
Unable to stay away any longer, I reached for the low waistband of his pants. I pulled him in until my bare cock was rubbing up against the soft fleece of his sweats, and low groans of pleasure rumbled out of both of us. JT slid his hands over my shoulders and around my neck, and when those flirty fingers started to play with my hair, I whispered against his mouth, “Then let’s get you naked so I can do more than just eye-fuck you.”
I pushed my tongue between his lips, stealing his answer. But the moan that followed was confirmation enough. I squeezed his ass with one hand and began to tug the material down with the other—and fuck, the sweats were all that was covering him.
I’d figured he’d had a pair of boxer shorts on at least. But nope, he was butt-ass naked under those things, and I was about two seconds away from embarrassing myself.
JT ground his hips against me as I continued to slide the pants off him, and when my palms were finally cupping his bare ass, I thrust forward, connecting our naked dicks.
At the first contact, JT gripped the back of my neck, and I dug my fingers into his ass to hold him still, letting him get used to the feeling of me.
“Oh God…” His heavy breathing by my ear was warm as he rocked a little harder, using my body to pleasure himself. “That feels… You feel…”
“Really fucking good?” I chuckled as he started to move his legs, shoving the sweats the rest of the way down and letting go of me long enough to kick them out of the way. Then he was back, arms around my neck, mouth on mine, and that long, hard cock bumping up alongside mine.
“Damn, JT,” I said as I eyed the bed beside us. “Please tell me you have some lube in this room.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I have lube.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle. “I’m a nineteen-year-old guy who had the hottest person on campus give me a handjob last week in class. You don’t think I’ve gotten off to that a time or two this week?”
I liked the sound of that.
I took the bottle from him and walked him back toward his bed, then shoved him down onto it. “Only a time or two, huh?”
As I uncapped the lid, JT scooted up his bed until his head was on the pillow. “Maybe a few more. Can I have some of that?”
I eyed the bottle where it landed and shook my head. “Nope.”
“Nope?”
“That’s right.” I put a knee on the mattress and moved down over him, and as I wrapped my slicked-up hand around JT, understanding dawned.
“West…” He pressed his head back into the pillow and bucked his hips up. “That feels so good.”
“I know.” I rested one of my forearms on the pillow beside his head as I slowly started to stroke him. “But what I do to you next is gonna feel even better.”
He groaned as I crushed my mouth down on top of his, and I swallowed the raw sound as I tasted every delicious part of his mouth.
I knew he was sweet. The samplings I’d had of him over the last few weeks had told me that much. But nothing could’ve prepared me for this adventurous, eager side of him. It was a potent combination, one that had my dick making a sticky mess all over his thigh.
JT speared his fingers through my hair and angled his head for a deeper kiss, and as he propelled his body up to fuck my fist faster, I moved over him to give him something to really rub up against.
JT gasped, the sudden weight pinning him to the mattress and shocking his brain out of the euphoric space it had been caught up in. I rested both arms by his head and lined my cock up with his, and with our eyes locked and our lips inches apart, I slowly started to rock my body over his.
JT panted as his hands came up to my hips and he smoothed his palms over my ass.
“Mmm,” I moved a little faster. “You like that?”
JT nodded and squeezed tighter.
“Want to keep going?” Please say yes. Please say yes.
“Yes.”
Thank fucking God. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I brought my slick hand down between us and trailed my fingers along the underside of his cock to his balls. JT shot up off the mattress.
“Kiss me,” I said, wanting to distract him with something that was familiar.
As our tongues dueled, I began to gently play with the sensitive sac between his legs. I fondled and teased him, making him tremble under my hands, and when I slid a finger further down to his virgin hole and pushed inside, I muffled his shout with a kiss designed to obliterate any and all thought.
The next thing I knew, one of JT’s legs was moving around my waist, and he pulled himself up in an attempt to get closer. Closer to my mouth, closer to my cock, and closer to the hand that was burrowed between his thighs. I could feel his ass pulsing around my finger in time to his throbbing dick, and as I started to slide it out, I found the exact spot to make him lose his damn mind.
JT tore his mouth free, his eyes glazed, and as I continued to massage that magical bundle of nerves, his breathing started to come fast.
“There it is…” I winked at him. “Now, to get the most out of this, you’re gonna want to use me. Rub yourself all over me, Golden Boy. Make a mess of me.”
JT groaned and hooked his leg a little tighter at my waist, and I grinned.
“Yeah, just like that.”
I gave him my tongue to suck on as I went back to driving him wild. I wanted this first experience of his to be something mind-blowing, something he’d never forget. I wanted him to come out on the other side of this wanting and craving more.
More kissing. More sex. More me.
JT punched his hips up against me, grinding his slick, sticky length all over mine. As I fingered him to an orgasm that made cum shoot out of him so hard it caught on our chins, my balls clenched and I exploded all over his cock and stomach.
It was hot as hell and messy as fuck, and as I stared down at JT’s kiss-swollen lips and blissed-out expression, I felt something shift—and it wasn’t the mattress.
Usually after a moment like this I’d be working out the easiest way to get up and get gone. But as I brushed a sweaty curl back from JT’s face and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, I was trying my hardest to think of a reason to stay.
Fuck. That wasn’t part of the plan at all. Not even a little bit. This was a bet. Nothing more. But when JT closed his eyes and whispered, “Don’t leave yet,” I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere.
After all, the night was young, and if he wanted to explore some more, I was more than happy to offer myself up to him.
That was what I was telling myself, anyway.
