Sterling’s quiet for a moment. I know he wants to push more. Eventually, he says, “Well, I’m here if you ever need to vent again.”
“Thanks.” I hate how thick my throat feels suddenly. It’s time to steer this conversation away from me and my fucked-up family issues before I do something embarrassing like fucking cry…again. “So, virgin, huh?”
Face turning three shades of red, Sterling rolls his eyes and grumbles at the question. “Well, not anymore.”
“Oh, I know.” I laugh. “I was there. Why didn’t you tell me, though?”
“I already told you why,” he mumbles, looking uncomfortable as hell. “You would’ve made it some big deal it didn’t need to be. I’m fine with how it happened.” Finally, he meets my gaze. “More than fine. I enjoyed what happened andwhereit happened.”
The determination in his eyes makes my dick twitch behind my boxers.Down, boy. Now is not that time.
Exhaling, I drag a hand down my face. “I still think you deserve more than a shower stall for your first time, and I wish you would’ve told me so I could’ve done something… more.”
“That’s exactly why I didn’t. We’re two guys who hook up. I don’t even know if I’d consider us friends.” My lips part to… I don’t know, say something, but he covers my mouth with his warm hand to stop me as he continues. “You’re under no obligation to make anything special for me, Shooter.”
I’m not sure why, but everything he just said doesn’t sit right with me. My distaste for it all is confusing as fuck, though, so I don’t reply. We’ve had enough deep conversation in the last twelve hours to last a lifetime, so instead of letting myself read too much into the thoughts swirling around in my head, my tongue pokes out, licking the hand still covering my mouth. He drops it, a smile widening on his lips as I lean over, burying my face into his neck before dragging his nearly naked body on top of mine.
His scent surrounds me as I breathe in against his skin. A noise like a half-laugh, half-gasp sounds beside my ear as his hot breath fans over it, and when I swipe my tongue along his flesh, a groan that vibrates from his chest into mine escapes him as he grinds himself into me. It brings a thought to my mind, the possibility of what the answer may be making my cock throb against his before I can even ask it.
I bring my mouth beside his ear, dragging his lobe between my teeth before I whisper, “So, just how much of a virgin were you before I fucked you?”
A shiver rolls through him at my question, his body trembling in my hold. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Fuck me.I love when he gets all shy.
“You know what I mean, Addams.” My voice comes out husky. “Before me, what had you done?”
Sterling sits up, his cheeks stained a brilliant shade of pink, the color seeping up toward the tips of his ears. I push the blanket off of us, very fucking pleased to see the large tent inside his underwear. I knew he was hard from when he grinded on me, but seeing it is a whole different type of sexy.
He bites down on his bottom lip, eyes overflowing with desire. “Nothing.” The single word comes out so quiet, I almost imagine if I heard it, but the way his blush deepens impossibly darker, I know I didn’t.
A grin splits on my face, chest inflating with something I don’t want to put a name to right now. “So, you mean, in Vegas after finals…”
I don’t bother finishing the sentence. He knows what I’m asking. That point’s proven when he nods. “It was my first time doing that too.”
I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder than it already was, but that’ll fucking do it. “Fuck, dirty boy, you’re killing me here. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is? To know my hands are the only hands to ever roam this tight fucking body of yours? To know my dick is the only one to ever drag across your tongue? To come down your throat? To be inside of you in every single fucking way?”
Sterling rocks on top of my lap, clearly as turned on as I am, if the wet spot on the front of his boxers is any indication. He doesn’t say anything, he justwhimpers, and it takes everything in me to not flip us and rip the material off his body, and sink into his tight little fucking hole. But somehow, someway, I’m able to find some restraint.
He doesn’t seem to have as much restraint, though, because as he watches me, fire burning in his gaze, he shoves his boxers down, shifting his weight onto one side and then the other until he rids himself of them completely. Once they’re gone, he does the same to mine until we’re skin to skin, not a single thing between us, and he utters a sentence that’s my absolute undoing.
“Teach me something, then.”
Fuck me.
My brow arches. “And what exactly do you want me to teach you, baby? You’ve already shown me that you know how to suck a dick and take one in the ass.”
A shiver racks through him, and I know it’s not because he’s cold. “Surely, there’s something you can teach me that we haven’t already done, right?”
Oh, the things I could have him do. The possibilities are endless, and to have him here on top of me, willing and ready… it’s hot. So fucking hot. Knowing we don’t have all the time in the world, I settle for something easy, already planning in my head the hours and hours I can dedicate to being histeacherlater, though.
Glancing down, his cock is standing tall, tip red and glistening, and my mouth waters to taste him. I don’t, but I really fucking want to.
“Spit in your palm,” I instruct him. He does, without hesitation, and I fucking soar because of it. “Good. Now, wrap your hand around both of us. Let me feel your cock slide against mine as you stroke us together.”
He does, and the second his hand makes contact, I groan. The velvety soft feel of his shaft rubbing against mine, his calloused hand gripping us, it’s all too much. I grit my teeth as he starts to stroke, the both of us much too thick together for his hand to close all the way, but that’s okay.
Sterling peers over at me from beneath his lashes, lids hooded. “You like that?” he asks, voice raspy and tight.
