Page 114 of Shut Up and Score
I’m already hard, already pacing, already imagining him the way he looked in that hotel room—sweat-damp hair, pink cheeks, lips slick from my cock.
When I open the door, he’s there in a hoodie and joggers, hood pulled low as if he’s trying to hide. His hand’s stuffed in the pocket, and when he steps inside, he pulls out a small bag with lube and condoms, tossing it onto my desk.
My blood surges. “You came prepared.”
“You told me to come over,” he says, voice rough like he’s been holding his breath since he left his dorm. His eyes drag over me—bare chest, sweatpants tenting—and he swallows hard.
The door clicks shut. That’s all it takes.
I’m on him in two strides, slamming him into the wall and kissing him as if I’ve been starving for days. He gasps against my mouth, and I use it, sliding my tongue past his lips, tasting the faintest hint of mint and need.
His hands grip my waist. trying to hold on while I devour him. My cock grinds against his through our sweats, and he moans, hips jerking.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I mutter against his mouth, already tugging his hoodie up. My hands find warm skin, his abs jumping under my touch. “Couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth, your hole—fuck, Colt.”
He shivers, and that little whimper escapes again—the one that kills me. “Micah…”
“Yeah, baby. I got you.” I nip his neck, slide a hand down the back of his joggers, fingers finding bare skin. He’s not wearing underwear. My cock jerks at the realization.
“You came here like this?” I growl, fingers sliding between his cheeks to tease his hole. “Bare under your sweats, ready for me?”
He groans, hiding his face in my shoulder. “I… yeah. I couldn’t stop thinking about it either.”
“God, you’re killing me.” I spin him toward the bed, pushing him down until he’s on his back, eyes hazy and wanting. He reaches for me, unable to stop himself, and I strip my sweats off in one motion, my cock springing free.
His gaze locks on it, pupils blown. “Micah…”
“Get those off,” I order, jerking my chin at his joggers.
He obeys, shoving them down, cock hard and already leaking. My chest tightens at the sight. I grab the lube and condoms from the desk, dropping them onto the bed.
“You bring these for me?” I ask, kneeling between his legs.
“Yeah,” he admits, voice barely a whisper. “I wanted you to… y’know…”
“Fuck you?” I supply, grinning as I stroke my hand up his thigh, thumb brushing his balls.
He nods, shivering. “Yeah. Please.”
The wordpleasesnaps the last thread of control I had.
I lube my fingers and slide one against his hole, watching it twitch and welcome me. He gasps, back arching, and I press in slow, savoring the tight heat.
“God, you’re perfect,” I groan, leaning down to kiss him again as he clutches at my shoulders. “Gonna open you up so good, baby. Gonna make you mine all over again.”
He moans into my mouth, hips rocking, and my cock throbs with the promise of finally being inside him.
His body gives around my finger, tight heat drawing me in, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles out of me.
“God, you’re so tight,” I rasp, kissing him again, my other hand palming his cock, slick from his pre-cum. “You’re gonna feel so good around me, Colt. So fucking good.”
He whimpers, hips canting up into my hand, and I slide my finger in deeper, curling it just enough to make him gasp. His legs tremble against my sides.
“Micah,” he breathes, voice all cracked and needy.
“Yeah, baby. Say my name like that. Fuck, I’ll give you anything you want if you keep begging for me.”
I pop the lube open again, slicking my fingers, and press a second inside him. He hisses, gripping my shoulders tight, face flushing as his thighs spread wider for me.
