Page 93 of Frat Around and Find Out

As he catches his breath, he settles, that ass resting on my pelvis, engulfing my cock once again. His body twitches a little more, his nerves still recovering from the sensations I worked up in him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, releasing his cock and leaning forward for another kiss.

As we continue kissing, he subtly rocks his hips. “You like that?” he whispers into my mouth. “Knowing you’re shoving in me deep?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“Come on. Get it up in there,” he urges as he takes me to the hilt, clenching his cheeks.

Fuck, he’s so greedy for me.

“Trust me, if I could get it any deeper, I would.”

He smiles. “Just making sure. I like being filled up with my…”

He stops himself, his expression twisting up uncomfortably.

Even though he didn’t finish his sentence, I sense I know what he was about to say, and I hate that he stopped himself.

An eagerness builds up in me again…

Feels like hope.

“Your what?” I press. “Come on. Tell me what you were about to say.”

“It’s more of a conversation we should have than something I should just blurt out.”

His words assure me I was right in my assumption about where this is heading. And if I’m wrong, I’ll be disappointed.

No, it’ll be so much worse than that.

So much so that I don’t allow myself to consider it too long.

“Blurt it out anyway, and I’ll let you know if I agree,” I say, not breaking eye contact.

“Being filled up by my boyfriend,” Lance whispers, like a part of him is worried I might laugh or tell him we’re definitely not that.

I’m quiet, thinking carefully about how to respond since I don’t want to fuck this up. But when I notice the flash of panic in his expression, I quickly say, “Your boyfriend, huh?” and watch his cheeks turn pink. I take his ass cheeks in either hand, giving a good squeeze. “So that means this ass would be totally mine, right?”

Lance chuckles. I can tell he’s feeling vulnerable after what he just shared, but that’s part of what makes it so fucking hot.

“Yeah, that means my ass would be all yours. Is that what you want?”

“Your ass?”

“To be boyfriends.”

I wince. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I took you on a date. If you think I don’t want to be your boyfriend at this point, you are out of your goddamn mind.”

A smile tugs at his lips, and it’s too irresistible not to give him another kiss.

“Before I agree to anything, though, you might have to get me up to speed about what that involves. I haven’t been in a relationship since sophomore year of high school.”

His gaze narrows as he studies my face, like he’s surprised this is the direction the conversation went. “Well, it definitely means more fucking.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

“And we’d have to go on more dates like today. You know, to get to know each other better.”

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