Out on the Ice (Out in College 5)

Speaking for myself, it was a world record. I’d never held hands with a girl for that long. The few times I did, I was ultra-aware of stuff that shouldn’t matter, like whether I had sweaty palms and if it was socially acceptable to swipe my hands on my pants if she did. With Sky, it just felt…good and right.

I slowed at the end of Mom and Harry’s street, then leaned across the console and pulled him toward me. The kiss was sweet and unhurried. Like we had every right to stop wherever we wanted and lock lips…just because.

Sky inched back and inclined his head toward the house. “That was nice. You may think they’re too sweet, but you should know you’re lucky to be around people who genuinely love each other.”

“I guess that’s true,” I conceded.

“It is. Are you coming over?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to get there or what to do once I get there.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got this part.”

Sky smiled and lifted my hand. He kissed it, and I swore something inside me melted. My heart skipped a beat and then raced. I felt dizzy, yet completely in control, and more certain than I had been in a while that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

6

Sky lived in a small box-shaped, two-bedroom house in Orange. The roots of the large sycamore tree in the middle of the lawn lifted the sidewalk and part of the walkway leading to the front door. Sky reached for my elbow when I tripped on the uneven concrete. He held my arm as he opened the door. He turned on a light, kicked the door shut, pushed me against the wall in the entryway, and crashed his mouth over mine.

His hands were everywhere at once. In my hair, on my back. He tugged my shirt from my jeans and flattened his warm palms on my sides before unbuckling my belt. And all the while, his tongue worked its own magic. He nipped my jaw, bit my bottom lip, and sucked it. I gave him space to unbutton and unzip me, then pulled him close and kissed him senseless, lining my hard-on alongside his and gyrating wantonly. We sighed at the friction and upped the tempo, plucking at clothing as we made out in a frenzy.

Sky pulled my T-shirt over my head and tweaked my nipples. “Let’s go to my room. Hurry.”

I barely noticed my surroundings as we bounced along the walls down a short dark hallway. Sky kicked at a door and turned on another light. His room was small with white walls and low ceilings. The queen-sized bed covered with a plain black comforter took up most of the space. There was a nightstand, a lamp, and a narrow black dresser. The room was entirely devoid of color, and there were no hints of the person who slept here. No photos, posters, or books.

“Where’s all your stuff?” I asked as I unbuttoned his shirt and trailed kisses along his jaw.

He cocked his head curiously as he stepped back to shrug his shirt off. “Here. And in the closet. Did you want a tour, or do you want to fuck me?”

“Hey. Slow down.” I ran my fingers over his abs, then held his chin between my forefinger and thumb until he looked at me. “Are we in a hurry?”

“No. I just…I don’t want you to change your mind.”

“I won’t.” I kissed him quickly and lowered my boxer briefs and jeans, pausing to toe off my shoes and socks. I kicked everything aside and wrapped my fingers around my dick at the base.

“You’re so fucking hot. You should be naked all the time,” he whispered reverently.

I chuckled. “Thanks. I’ll try it if you do. Lose your jeans.”

Sky obeyed. He undressed in record time and pressed his naked body against mine before sinking to his knees to swallow me whole. I sucked in my breath and raked my fingers through his hair, wondering how this got better every damn time. I was a novice for sure, but I was already hooked. These stolen moments of fervent groping and passionate kisses over the past couple of weeks had opened a whole new world. The forbidden element added another layer that sometimes freaked me the hell out. But I couldn’t deny I wanted him. All of him.

I widened my stance and grabbed a fistful of Sky’s hair, tilting my hips rhythmically. He pulled back and shot a sex-hazed glance at me. “I can take it. Go harder.”

Oh, wow. My nostrils flared as I tapped the head of my cock on his bottom lip. I should have warned him that green lights were my weakness. I took a second to gather my wits so I didn’t gag him. Sky didn’t give me a chance. He stroked me with a firm grip and sucked like a man on a mission. He had a very talented tongue. He flicked at the tip, twirled, then flattened it against my shaft and swallowed me again.