Out on the Serve (Out in College 7)

Elliot widened his eyes comically as he held the door open. “Uh, well…let’s see. How much detail do you want?”

I swallowed around the desert in my mouth and squeaked, “Not too much.”

“Okay. Well, the one guy sucked his man while I fucked him. He wanted to return the favor, so—”

“He fucked you? Are you…”

“Versatile. Yeah. Are you?”

“Yes. I think so.”

Elliot smiled. “You think so?”

“Yeah. I know I am. I just…” I scratched my neck and looked away. I had no idea how to finish that sentence and remain sane.

He tossed his bag onto the floor and dropped my keys on top of it the way he always did. “I’ll pick it up later. Promise.”

I nodded. “Right. I’m just gonna…”

I didn’t finish my sentence. Something in his expression changed. It was subtle, but poignant. Like a ripple in smooth water signaling danger beneath the surface.

We stood a foot apart in the entry, gauging each other like a couple of fighters in a ring. After a tense moment, I let my gaze slip from his eyes to his mouth before roaming over his thick biceps straining the fabric of his faded T-shirt. His blue Hawaiian-print board shorts hung low on his hips. Not everyone could rock that look. But I wished I could see his abs. That show never got old, I mused, licking my lips.

“What are we doing?” he asked in a low tone.

“I’m just…standing here.” Desperately wishing your clothes would disappear.

Fuck, I couldn’t believe I didn’t think this would be an issue. It wasn’t like I forgot how attractive he was. I lived with the guy. I saw him with nothing but a towel draped around his waist on the regular. Actually, I saw him walk down the hall buck-naked yesterday when he left his towel in his bedroom. He’d given me a mischievous wink and made a show of covering his junk with two hands because one wouldn’t cage his python…his words, not mine. It was so Elliot to strut around in his birthday suit and brag about the size of his dick, yet somehow make it seem self-deprecating and silly. I’d laughed, and I think I chucked a throw pillow from the sofa at him. Now, I wanted to tear his clothes off and put my hands all over his ripped body.

Elliot stepped into my space until we were inches apart. I could see flecks of gold in his eyes and a shadow of sunscreen on his cheek.

“I probably shouldn’t say this, but I really wish I could touch you right now,” he croaked. “Tell me to go fuck myself or—”

I pounced. I wrapped my hands around his neck and crashed my mouth over his. He stumbled a few steps until his back hit the wall. He didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed my belt loop, pulling me against his chest. And bam! Just like that, the spark of attraction and lust we’d been dancing around for weeks combusted into a wicked flame. I didn’t want sweet, slow kisses now. I wanted heat and friction. I wanted to run my hands all over his thick muscles and lick every inch of him.

Elliot plunged his tongue between my lips as he fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper. I broke the connection to yank his T-shirt over his head. He did the same for me, then fused his mouth to mine again. I splayed my hands over his massive pecs, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples. I raked my fingers along his sides, resting them at his drawstring as I momentarily lost myself in the expert twist of his talented tongue.

I groaned when Elliot slid his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs. He licked a path along my jawline to my earlobe, nibbling it and tracing the shell of my ear.

“Is this okay?” he asked, slipping a single digit along my crack as he pushed my khakis and briefs over my ass.

My breath caught in my chest. I couldn’t speak, so I hummed into his mouth and flattened my palm over his erection. I massaged his length…up and down, while he caressed my hole and tongue-fucked my mouth. The contrast of sweet and rough was damn near perfect, but I wanted more. I tugged the drawstring and pulled the Velcro apart, freeing his cock in one fell swoop.

He grunted his approval when I gripped him at the base. He tightened his hold around my cock, setting a steady, quick pace, wordlessly urging me to keep up. I jacked him in quick, frenetic strokes, sucking his tongue, biting his lips and his stubbled chin. A wave of pleasure shot through me when he pushed his finger inside me, twisting it slightly.

“Oh, my—fuck!” I gasped for air and upped the tempo, riding his finger and stroking him in a frenzy.