His kisses turn harder, deeper, but there’s a level of control that wasn’t there in the bath. He hugs me close, rutting against my hip as he works me up to three fingers. Each time he brushes my prostate, I’m sure I’m about to come.
I yank his hand away. “Now.”
Beck’s gone in a flash, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his long dick. He kneels and positions his tip at my entrance.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
He starts to push in, and it’s initially more painful than I thought it would be. Beck listens to and watches my reactions, backing off and easing in as I need him to, and even though it’s really uncomfortable, the care he’s taking makes me fall for him a little more.
Once his hips find my ass, he leans forward and kisses me while he strokes me back to full hardness, and I’m relieved when the pain eventually disappears.
“Okay, I think I’m good.”
Beck’s thrusts start slow and deep, working up to a faster rhythm, and each time he pegs my prostate it gets easier to take. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, needing to feel him everywhere. His arms land beside my head, and his forehead rests against mine, and each breath hits my lips as his thrusting gets more desperate.
“Nrg, you’re tight. So, so fucking tight.” He reaches between us and closes his hand around my cock, jerking madly as he pounds into me.
Each brush of my prostate, the friction on my dick, sends me closer and closer to the edge. Then my eyes meet his and it’s all over. My orgasm crashes into me, and cum hits my abs. I ride out the high as Beck lets go and slams into me once, twice, before his face screws up and I feel his cock start twitching.
He collapses and the cum and sweat smears between us, but I have exactly zero energy to get up and clean off.
“That was …” I can’t talk.
“Yep.”
Apparently he agrees with whatever adjective I can come up with, and while I’m tempted to throw an “eh” out at him, there’s no way I can do it with any conviction. My limbs are jelly.
I cringe as he pulls out, and Beck’s forehead wrinkles with concern. “Sore?”
“I can take it.”
He drops the condom on the side of the bed and falls back on top of me again. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Never better.”
As I hug him against my chest and get taken over by all those soft, happy emotions, it really hits me how true those words are.
I’ve literally never been better.
28
Beck
It’s move-in day at the dorms, but Jacobs and I are still in bed in the hotel when my phone wakes us.
“Who’s calling so early,” I grumble into my pillow. “They’re ruining moving day!”
Jacobs reaches over me to get my phone off the bedside table. “It’s the same person who’s been calling you nonstop.”
“Ugh. I should block his number.”
“Don’t make me call you Teddy,” Jacobs says. “You need to talk to your father at some point.”
“I really don’t. I already know what he’s going to say. I can’t be in a gay relationship, I can’t fuck around anymore, and I need to prepare to become his successor. Blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard it since I was in high school.”
Jacobs’s warmth covers me as he throws his leg over mine.
I’m on my stomach with my arms underneath my pillow, and I turn my head to look at him.
“Maybe he wants to apologize?”
“Clearly you have no idea who Theodore Beckett is. He’s probably calling to tell me he’s not paying for my tuition and is cutting me off.”
Jacobs’s face falls. “Shit, would he really do that?”
“He’d at least threaten it until I pulled in line. He’s never wrong, he never backs down, and he gets the final word … unless it’s anything Mom wants.”
“Maybe your mom talked to him. Maybe she got through to him.” The optimism in my boyfriend’s voice is sweet, but so fucking naïve. “Side note on your mom though … Are her boobs made of rocks?”
“Don’t talk about my mother’s boobs. Please.”
“No, seriously, when she hugged me, it hurt. Like, she squished cement blocks into my chest. And did she say she was at a Playboy mansion party? How cool is that?”
I bury my face in my pillow. “She was a Playboy Playmate.” The sound is muffled, but he hears it.
“I thought she looked familiar.”
I turn my head and growl at him. “Don’t even. And don’t even think about telling anyone on the team. Or anyone at Colchester.”
“I wouldn’t do that. I promise. I do still think your mom is cool though. And she didn’t give a shit about us. Maybe she did talk to your dad.”
The phone rings again.
Jacobs kisses my cheek. “Answer it. I’m gonna jump in the shower, and then we’ll head to campus.”