Out in the Offense (Out in College 3)

I believed him. The very notion that there was another person on the planet who knew who I was made me feel infinitely less alone. Gratitude and lust were an odd but powerful combination. And I had just enough alcohol in my system to encourage me to take what I wanted and deal with the consequences later.

I hooked my fingers around his belt loops and pulled him against me, groaning when his rock-hard cock met mine. Even through two layers of denim, that tease of friction was hot as fuck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and crashed my mouth over his. Then like a total ho, I hiked my right leg around his upper thigh and bucked my hips, loving the erotic slide of his erection against mine. We writhed and humped and licked and sucked at each other until oxygen deprivation became a real issue.

Rory pulled back slightly and set his thumb on my bottom lip. “Fuck, I want to do things to you.”

I twirled my tongue around the digit and stroked his length through his tight jeans. “You can do whatever you want. But let me suck you first. Please.”

His eyes glazed over like he was in a sensual fog. He nodded profusely, then leaned in to nip my chin as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. The second he lowered the fabric, I fell to my knees and freed his rigid pole from his boxer briefs. Talk about beautiful. He was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to taste him. I glanced up when Rory grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Go on, baby. Suck me.”

Fuck, yes. I didn’t have to be told twice. I wrapped my fingers around him, stuck my tongue out, and gingerly licked the tip as I fondled his balls. It was just a tease and maybe a chance to get acquainted with his dick before I got to work. I knew I couldn’t do it for long. I wanted him too much. I stroked him with a firm grip, licking him from base to tip and back again with a slight twist of my wrist. Rory voiced his approval in a lusty groan that became a fierce growl when I finally swallowed him whole.

I loved sucking cock. And I was good at it. I just didn’t get the opportunity to show off my skills much. It had been far too long since I’d been with anyone. I was sex-starved and it probably showed in my overeager technique. I sucked his balls, one at a time, then flattened my tongue over them before licking his shaft like a lollipop. Then I sucked him all over again, bobbing my head while he urged me on with nasty dirty talk that would have made me blush if I wasn’t so busy.

At some point, I undid my own jeans, pushed them down, and pulled my throbbing dick out. I had to. The pressure against my zipper was flat-out painful. I hummed in relief as jacked myself and sucked my lover. Rory pushed at my forehead until I released him; then he pulled me to my feet and drove his tongue between my lips as he reached for our cocks. The feel of his calloused hand and his silken skin against mine was almost enough to push me over the edge. He broke the kiss abruptly and licked his middle finger before cupping my right ass cheek. Then he recaptured my mouth and stroked us in unison while he traced my crack. Of course I knew where he was going with this, but I wasn’t really prepared, because when he finally tapped his slick finger against my hole, I fell apart.

I threw my head back and cried out as cum spurted between us, hitting our bare stomachs and running over our fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I was still in a blissed-out state when Rory released me. He rested his forehead against mine and jacked himself furiously.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he whispered in a raspy tone.

He roared, bucking his hips when his orgasm took hold a few seconds later.

I massaged his neck while he trembled, clutching my hips and nuzzling my jaw in the aftermath. The contrasting gestures seemed almost sweet after what we’d just done. I was too spent to analyze, so I gave in and just enjoyed the connection.

Rory pulled back first. He grinned mischievously as he licked our cum from his fingers. Then he reached for my wrist and did the same thing. He traced each digit, pausing to suck my middle finger one last time before cupping my chin and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. The element of sheer carnal nastiness might have been the hottest thing ever. It made me feel reckless. If it was physically possible for either of us, I would have begged him to fuck me against the door. I wanted him inside me, surrounding me and taking me over.