“You’re gonna feel so good inside me.”
“Oh God.” He convulsed, and there was at once wet, sticky heat between us as he spurted over my abdomen.
I was a second behind him, pulsing in my own hand, coating my fingers and our cocks, unable to keep from trembling as he mashed us together, fusing sweat and cum and skin. I opened my mouth to speak and he attacked me, shoving his tongue down my throat, his hands cupping my ass, trying to pull me even tighter against him.
My body welcomed the mauling, and I went boneless in his grip under his hot, demanding mouth. I returned the kiss, suckling his tongue, until my head was pounding and there was no more oxygen. Wrenching free, I took a gulp of air before he was on me again, his lips sealing to mine as we sank down into the cool grass, his heavily muscled body covering my leaner frame easily.
His hands touched my face before he nudged my head back and pressed his lips to my throat, his tongue sliding over my skin.
“We should go.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as he ran his teeth along the cord in my neck, nuzzling, licking, until he reached the flesh that joined to my shoulder. The bite made me jolt under him, bow up off the ground, press my now flaccid cock to his washboard abdomen. “Okay, yeah, I wanna do stuff.”
He was suddenly a whirl of activity, yanking me up, pulling up his jeans, tucking himself into his briefs, zipping, snapping, and working his belt.
I was slower, more dazed than he.
“Hurry up,” he barked softly. “I got plans.”
“Plans?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “Will you let me?”
“Will I let you what?”
“Do whatever I want.”
My brain shorted out. “Yeah, I’ll let you.”
His smile was breathtaking. “Okay, then, let’s go.”
“It’s that simple for you?”
“How is it simple? I’ll have to tell everyone about you. That’s gonna be one helluva thing, don’t you think?”
I reached out for the side of the house because I needed to brace myself so I wouldn’t fall over. “What are you talking about?”
He came close, hands on both sides of my neck. Even in the darkness, I knew tenderness and hope when I saw it. “Well, we’re gonna date, right?”
“Date?”
“Aren’t we?”
“You wanna date me?” My voice sounded high and squeaky.
“Uhm, yeah.” He chuckled, stepping closer, tipping my head back. “I’m not gonna just let you kiss other guys… sleep with other guys…. I like you, why would I do that?”
“You met me last night.”
“But I’ve wanted to talk to you for over a year.”
“Which is slightly psychotic, right?”
“Yeah, but only slightly.” He sighed, bending to kiss me.
I pulled free before he could press his lips to mine and walked backward away from him. “You’re gonna go pro.”
“Maybe.”
“No ‘maybe,’ most certainly.”
He shrugged, stalking me.
“It’s your dream.”
“It’s my family’s dream.”
“And how do you plan to take care of them without football?”
“Don’t have to take care of them.”
“Fine, when you’re disowned, disinherited, how do you plan to take care of yourself without football?”
“How do you know they’ll throw me to the wolves? Is that what happened to you?”
“We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. What’s your fallback?”
He tapped the side of his head.
“Oh, you’re smart, are you?”
“Very.”
“If you’re so smart, how does announcing that you like dick help you in any way?”
“You’re very crude for a biology major.”
“I—”
“And by the way, Phillip Brooks?” He made a face and shook his head. “He’s in my frat, and he’s a dog. You don’t want any of that.”
I kept backing up and he kept coming forward. “Well, apparently he only likes girls, so you don’t have to worry.”
“I wouldn’t worry anyway,” he assured me, charging fast, reaching me easily, and taking hold of my hips to pull me forward so our bodies were flush. “Because you were thinking I was a dick and just wanted to experiment, but now you know I’m serious and I wanna see you and figure out how we fit.”
Was I awake? “Is this a joke?”
“You asked me that before, and no, no joke.”
“I think I fell down the rabbit hole.”
“Nope,” he growled, nudging at my nose with his until I lifted my chin and he kissed me.
If he was kidding, if he was going to bail on me, deny knowing me in public, or even if he was planning something more sinister, I couldn’t be made to care. I was definitely in lust, completely infatuated, and there was nothing I could do. If he wanted to follow me home, I would let him and say yes, please on the way.
5
We left his car a block away in a public lot because I insisted. He had wanted to use the spot at my apartment complex.
“Someone could see it,” I told him. “Everyone knows your silver Lexus SUV.”
He shrugged. “But the reporters wouldn’t know who I was here to see or what apartment I was in.”