Page 31 of Skating to Him

He leaned in, hesitated, glanced into my eyes, and said, “What do you want to do? I’m dying here.”

Fuck it. Grabbing the back of his neck, I claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, our tongues wrestling for dominance, his mouth slanting over mine and urging me on. With a whimper, heat shivered over my skin and my dick lengthened in my jeans. Holy fucking hell, kissing him was amazing.

He shifted closer to me, his kisses growing needful and urgent, devouring my mouth again and again. A low moan rumbled from his throat, and he placed his hand high up on my thigh.

Sensation sparked from his hand to my dick, and it pulsed. I rolled my hips. Would he touch me there? I shouldn’t push him too fast.

Keeping his mouth on mine, his tongue flicked inside me, and he pushed me backward.

As I leaned into the armrest, he crept over me, between my legs, and pressed our hot, hard cocks together through our jeans. Pleasure shot through me and my dick pulsed, dribbling precum into my briefs.

“Oh fuck.” He panted against my cheek and nuzzled my ear, his hand still on my face. “This is intense.” He rocked his hips, and our cocks rubbed. His body shuddered over me and his face tensed.

“You okay?” My balls ached in a good way. Could I touch him and show him how good it could be? I nipped at his earlobe and flicked my tongue into his ear.

His neck pebbled with goosebumps, and he thrust against me. “Need more. Don’t stop.” As his breath hitched, he licked and sucked at my neck.

Planting my hand on his ass, I squeezed and rolled my hips, matching his pace. Sensitivity grew rapidly in my dick. If we kept this up, I was going to come in my jeans. “Keep going. Faster.” Fuck it. I was only going home after this. My mouth met his as he consumed me in hungry kisses, rutting over me harder, faster.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna come.” His pace faltered and his body trembled. “Oh God almighty.” His face tensed and he freed sharp gasps.

With a hard push, I thrust again and again, chasing friction and sensation. My balls drew up and a shock of pleasure rushed over my body in waves of release. My cum spurted into my briefs, slicking them and driving the pleasure even higher. I moaned as each spasm shuddered through me.

As it slowed, he relaxed over me, tucking his face between my neck and shoulder, struggling to calm his breath.

I wrapped both arms around him, held him to me, and kissed his hair. Holy fuck, what had I done? We were supposed to be talking, not rubbing off on each other. I had no self-control with Rowan.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ROWAN

Icame in my fucking jeans like a teenager. How could I ever look him in the face again? I sank my teeth into my upper lip. I was a fucking mess. He hadn’t even agreed to start something with me. Lifting my head, I said, “Uh, sorry. Don’t know what got into me.” I made to get off him. It was all sticky inside my underwear.

He stopped me as I rose. “Rowan, it’s okay. I wanted it too.”

Eyeing his stunning face, the high cheekbones and dark eyes, I said, “Did you?” Wait, had I kissed him, or had he kissed me this time? It was all a blur.

“Yes, I wanted it.” He smirked. “Didn’t know it would go that far, but what the hell. Took the edge off.” He chuckled.

“Agreed.” I glanced at the start of a wet spot in my jeans. “I need to go clean up. I assume you do too?” He did come, right? It had sure seemed like it.

“Yeah, you use the bathroom, and I’ll use the kitchen?” He tilted his head over my throw pillow.

“You’re the guest. I’ll let you use the bathroom.” I hopped off him and held my hand out, pulling him up. “It’s in here.” I led him to my bathroom, flicked on the light, and left him. As Ipassed by my dresser, I pulled out some new briefs. Should I give him a pair of mine to wear home? What was the protocol here? “Hey, you want some fresh underwear?” I could at least offer.

He poked his head out. “Yes, please.” He flashed me a grin.

Grabbing another pair, I jogged to the bathroom and dropped them on the counter.

He stood at the sink, his jeans unfastened and a cum stain seeping through near the band of his underwear. “Thanks.”

I had to look. I had to ensure I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten off. “You’re welcome.” I made my way into the kitchen, dropped my jeans, and cleaned up, finishing by putting on my fresh briefs.

Tyler ambled through the doorway from the bedroom, his wadded-up underwear in his hand. “How much more time until your next class?” He walked across the room and stuffed his briefs into his backpack.

Glancing at the clock on the stove, I said, “Another hour and a half.” Good, we still had time to talk some more. I needed answers. The attraction to him was only stronger now.

He took his position in the corner of the couch, picked up his water from the coffee table, and sipped it.

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