Out on the Serve (Out in College 7)

I didn’t step aside. I crowded him, pinned him to the wall, and willed him to tell me he felt the same.

“This might be a bad idea,” he whispered.

“It might be the best one we’ve ever had. You want me as much as I want you. Admit it.”

“Yes, but…”

“We’re adults, Bray. We get to do what we fuckin’ want. We don’t have to tell anyone. This is ours. It’s just me and you,” I purred in his ear before licking the shell. “And if I’m one hundred percent honest, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.”

Braden moaned softly and nodded. “Yes. Fuck, I want you.”

I stepped back to read his expression. All the want and need I felt was right there. I leaned in to kiss him again. “Thank God. Meet me at home, baby.”

Braden

The drive home from the restaurant was a blur of neon signs and traffic lights. It had been a strange day and an even stranger night. I gave myself strict instructions not to overanalyze this thing between Elliot and me. He was right. We were adults. We could do whatever the hell we wanted.

An old Kings of Leon song pulsed through my speakers. The sexy rhythm seemed perfectly in tune with the hum of desire in my veins. I didn’t drive recklessly, but dammit, I wanted to be home already. I speed walked through the complex parking lot when I spotted Elliot’s car. Thankfully, I didn’t run into any friendly neighbors along the way.

I raced up the stairs and pulled my keys from my pocket just as Elliot opened the door. Naked.

Holy fuck.

“Took you long enough,” he growled, pulling me inside and slamming the door.

I pushed him against the wall, flattening my free hand over his chest, fusing my mouth to his. Elliot didn’t miss a beat. He thrust his tongue between my lips and pulled me close. I sucked his tongue and squeezed his bare ass. I was desperate for friction, and there were too many layers between us. I moved my hands to deal with my belt buckle and zipper.

“Fuck, I want you.” I licked the column of his throat and nipped his earlobe. “How’d you get home so fast?”

“I’m quick.”

I captured his wrist and set his hand over my impressive erection. “I’m glad you are. Now help me get out of these.”

“Mmm.” He rubbed my crotch and sucked on my lower lip. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and tilted his hips, rubbing his bare cock against mine. “God, you feel so good. What else do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I kissed him hard as I pushed my jeans and boxer briefs out of the way. Elliot wrapped his fingers around both of our cocks and stroked…slow and steady. A long pull with a slight twist of his wrist. I stared at the precum glistening on our slits. I swiped my finger over the tip of his cock and held it to my lips. I made sure his eyes were glued to my mouth when I licked the digit clean.

Elliot opened and closed his mouth like he was a little surprised by the perverted display. So I did it again, only this time I pushed my fingers between his lips. He sucked my fingers, then swatted my hand away before cupping the back of my neck, and plunging his tongue inside. We made out in a frenzy, clawing at each other in a carnal quest for dominance. My jeans were around my ankles, his hand was on my cock, and his mouth was everywhere.

He licked my jaw and my neck while he worked on the buttons of my blue oxford shirt. He bent to suck my nipples as he pushed the fabric apart, raking his fingers along my sides, twirling his tongue in lazy circles. And just when I was about to suggest we take it to my room, he sank to his knees and swallowed me in one fell swoop.

My breath caught in my chest. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pumped my hips instinctively. Elliot wrapped his fingers around my base and released me with a pop. Then he untied my shoes, pulling them off along with my socks before glancing up at me with a roguish grin.

“Turn around and take your shirt off. Hands on the wall,” he commanded huskily.

Oh. Fuck.

I kicked the denim aside and obeyed, setting one hand on the wall and wrapping the other around my aching shaft. And suddenly, his hands were all over me…caressing my lower back, massaging my thighs, kneading my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and pressed his tongue against my entrance.

I wiggled and tried to turn around, but he smacked my ass and barked a swift order for me to obey. Yeah…Elliot. I knew he could be serious, but his sharp tone and penetrating gaze were commanding. I did what he said and let him take the lead.