He nods frantically and turns his head to the side so he can look at me. “I want you.”
I pull my fingers out of him, and he lets out a sound of protest. I press him against my chest, so we’re both lying on our sides. He puts his knee up, and I fist the base of my dick. I wrap my other arm around him while I drag the tip of my cock through the crease of his ass. We’re both breathing harshly when the head of my cock prods his opening.
I start to push, and my cock slips in with almost no resistance while we both let out a long, simultaneous groan of relief. Lake’s fingertips dig into my forearm. I pull out and slam in again.
Something seems to snap, and all bets are off. I pound into him from behind, and Lake meets me thrust for thrust like our bodies are in total sync, hips moving fluidly, my balls slapping against his ass.
The air is filled with moans of pleasure as I plunge into him over and over and over again.
I slide my palm down Lake’s chest and find his cock. He lets out a harsh breath when I wrap my fingers around him and start to jerk him off. He’s impossibly hard and hot, like a piping-hot steel rod in my hand.
I angle my hips, and he lets out a shout.
“Fuck yes,” he pants. “Right there.”
“I’m not gonna last,” I groan. “There’s no fucking way.”
“Right. There. With you,” Lake gasps.
I slam into him, and he lets go with a roar. My hand fills with slippery, hot wetness, and his cock jerks against my palm.
My thrusts lose any and all finesse. I frantically slam into him, uncontrolled and erratic, until my brain short-circuits, and I empty myself inside him.
I slump against Lake’s back and wrap myself even tighter around him, thigh over his thighs, chest against his back, my cock still in his ass.
For a while we’re both quiet, both coming down from our mutual high. Then Lake starts to laugh, dazed and happy, in a way that makes his whole body vibrate.
“I’m pretty sure you just turned me inside out,” he says.
I laugh and gently pull out of him before I flop onto my back. “My limbs are buzzing.”
Lake turns onto his back as well. “It’s good to have you home.”
He throws his arm over me, burrows closer, and presses a kiss to my chest, right where my heart is beating.
It’s fucking great to be home.
LAKE
My last classof the week is biophysics, which is a nice, light way to cap off the week. Sarcasm? Yes.
We had another quiz at the start of the lecture, so while everybody else is packing their stuff, I’m desperately going through my notes because I need to check one of my answers.
There’s a buzz in the air. The weekend is almost here, and people are clearly excited about it. I hear the word ‘party’ over and over again while I try to concentrate on the screen in front of me.
Eventually I find what I’m looking for. I read through the passage and squeeze my eyes shut before I swear silently.Idiot.
I get up and start to pack my stuff, thoroughly annoyed with myself.
I’m tired, and it’s been a long week, so that only intensifies my bad mood.
And Ryk’s away again.
It’s not his fault. It’s his job, and I knew this was what I was signing up for all along. It’s just that I’m… Well, I’m not sure what I am right now.
I throw my backpack over my shoulder, get up, and jog down the stairs to the front of the lecture hall where the professor hasprinted out sheets with extra reading on them. I grab one and start to walk back up while stuffing the sheet of paper into my bag.
I’m not looking where I’m going, which is a mistake since I run straight into some girl, who’s stepping out from between the rows of seats.