Out on the Ice (Out in College 5)

I snickered. “That’s weird.”

“Maybe, but it’s true. You always wore shorts to summer school. I used to come in a little late, so I’d get a good look at you before I sat down. I purposely didn’t sit next to you ’cause I didn’t want to get caught staring. And the one day I did, you were the one who got caught.”

“Are you telling me that all this started because of my thighs?” I asked, narrowing my gaze suspiciously.

Sky nodded. “Basically…yes.”

We held eye contact for a moment, then busted up.

And when our laughter faded, the mood changed all over again. I felt that same crackle of heat and sexual energy I always did when I was around him, but this time I knew what it was. And though I might have been unsure, I wasn’t afraid.

I leaned forward on my barstool and motioned for Sky to close the distance. He brushed his nose against mine. I held my breath and waited for him to make a move. Any move at all. When he blinked, I licked the corner of his mouth and pressed my lips to his. We went still for a few moments; then I traced the seam of his lips and pushed my tongue inside.

One of us whimpered, and yeah, it might have been me. Just kissing him turned me on. And the scratch of his stubbled jaw was an instant reminder that Sky was all man. There was nothing soft about him. He twisted his tongue around mine, nipped at my jaw, and licked my neck before covering my mouth again, urging me to meet him thrust for thrust. It was a funny exchange of power. He took it away, then gave it back. Again and again. And every time the balance shifted, the fever grew a little hotter. Everywhere. Like the room was too warm, and we had too many layers between us. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t want to let go.

Sky cupped my neck and raked his fingers through my hair as he angled his head to deepen the connection. I put my hand on his shoulder for purchase and slipped my fingers under his sleeve, massaging his thick biceps. He was toned and muscular and damn, I had to see more. I crashed my mouth over his and gripped his collar to pull him closer as I unbuttoned his shirt.

He hummed in approval, reaching over to tug my T-shirt from my jeans. I broke the kiss to give him room to pull the fabric over my head. He tossed it on the island and stood to shrug his shirt over his shoulders. I swallowed hard. Yep. Just as I thought. He was fucking beautiful.

“Wow. You’re…” I raised my hand tentatively and set it over his right pec. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” Sky brushed his thumb over my jaw as he moved to stand between my open thighs.

I splayed my fingers over his chest, feeling the toned and contoured muscles. I rubbed his nipples, glancing up when he let out a low groan. I did it again and tweaked the sensitive nubs, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

“You like that?” I asked.

Totally rhetorical question. My spot on the barstool put his chest directly in my line of vision and a quick glance south at the bulge in his khakis told me he was in the same condition as I was. I widened my knees and hooked my fingers in his belt loop, dragging him closer so I could suck his tits, lick his six-pack, and let my hands roam freely…down his torso and along his sides before resting on his ass.

“Fuck, yes. C’mere. I want to touch you too.”

Sky pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me. I hissed at the feel of his warm skin, then recaptured his mouth in a passionate kiss. We made out, exploring each other with roving hands and soft sighs. I could have happily stayed like that all night long, swaying to a sweet rhythm. But maybe not. I couldn’t ignore my pulsating dick for much longer. It was practically begging for release. Or at least a little friction.

We were obviously on the same wavelength. I tilted my hips and squeezed Sky’s ass, grinding my pole against his as I sucked his tongue and showered his face and neck with kisses. We parted for air after a few minutes, panting breathlessly. I waited for him to make a call. He was the experienced one here. I’d do anything and everything he wanted tonight. All he had to do was say the word.

“I don’t want to rush you, Colb, but—”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” I palmed my denim-clad erection and pumped my hips lewdly. “Please rush me. I’m dying here.”

Sky chuckled as he wrapped one arm around my waist and covered my crotch with his free hand. He licked a path from my throat to my ear and whispered, “Grab your condom and invite me to your room.”