“You look so good, taking yourself in your hand like that.”
I should probably be embarrassed at his words, but they have the opposite effect. I stroke myself again, my gaze never leaving his.
“If at any time, what we’re doing doesn’t feel good, I want you to tell me, ok?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunt. He’s killing me. I’m going to die like this, naked on my couch, my dick hard and straining.
Ian must get the hint because he settles across from me on the couch. Reaching into his boxer briefs, he grips himself and moans. The sight is unbelievably erotic. It’s better than anything I’ve ever imagined, not that I have much to draw from. He tugs his boxers down, freeing his cock, and I do the same.
I drink in the sight of him. He’s watching me intently, and even that’s a turn-on.
“How good does it feel, Booker?”
“So good,” I answer, tossing my head back. I can’t believe I’m doing this, especially in front of Ian—with Ian. And yet, it feels perfectly right. Opening my eyes, I lean forward and look at him. He’s so in tune with his body, so confident in every touch. And he likes watching me just as much as I like watching him, if the sighs and groans he makes are any indication.
“I can’t wait for you to put your hands on me,” he tells me, closing his eyes as if savoring the image. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on you, Booker.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, unable to bite back the curse.
He grins shamelessly. “Did I just make Booker Zabek say a bad word?”
It’s silly,but my cheeks heat. “I guess so. Maybe you should keep talking and see what happens.”
“Challenge accepted,”he smiles at me, then grips the base of his cock firmly before tugging upward. “I’m picturing myself on all fours, naked, waiting for you. You come up behind me, Book, you grip my hips in your hands and hold on tight. My body is so ready for you, my dick is begging for release. I brace my weight on my forearms and spread my legs wide for you. You finger me, Book, teasing in an out, your hand covered in lube. I tell you I need you. I tell you I want you. I tell you to fuck me.”
His words painta picture in my mind that’s hotter than anything I’ve ever seen or dreamed. This is all so new to me, but he’s described everything I could ever want.“It’s too good,” I tell him. “I need to come.”
“Then do it.Come all over those perfect abs. Let me watch you. Because, God, just the thought of you taking me from behind has me on the edge. Do it, Booker. Come for me.”
My release hitsme like a tidal wave. I’m powerless against it, and I love getting dragged under. As I come down from the high, I watch Ian’s face as he reaches his peak.
Lyingnaked and sweaty on my couch with Ian is not how I thought I’d get to spend spring break, but I’m not complaining.
Chapter 15
Ian
The past fewdays with Booker have been incredible. It’s brand new, but also comfortable. I’ve never had that in a relationship, if that’s even a word I can use to describe what’s going on between Booker and me.
I dated a guy named Richie in high school, but he was from the next town over, so we did a lot more texting than dating. I took him to prom, and he was my first, but I can’t say that we shared a love for the ages. More accurately, we were horny, and the only two out and proud gay guys in our age bracket in the county.
In undergrad, well… hookup culture is a thing for a reason. I didn’t go crazy, but I had a good time. The thrill wore off, though, and I realized I’m more of a relationship guy. Towards the end of my first four years at BU, I met Christian and fell hard. He was everything I thought I wanted in a boyfriend. Turns out, I was just one of the many boyfriends he wanted. It took me a lot longer than it should have to dump his ass, but I finally did.
I also forgave him and took him back half a dozen times, but who’s counting?
Things were never easy between us, though. I never felt relaxed in his presence. I always had to be on, had to have the right answers, had to earn his affection. But that’s not love.
In the aftermath of Christian, I dated a little, but my schedule is so hectic that it’s been easy to avoid putting myself out there.
I should be cautious with Booker. I should probably guard my heart. But if I’m being honest, he’s had my heart from day one. Before I even knew he wanted it, it was his. We’ve been on this collision course for months now, heading right for each other. It feels easy here. Comfortable. Familiar in a way that no other relationship has. That probably means a thousand red flags are popping up all over the place, warning us that we’re moving too fast. But it feels too good to slow down.
Right now, we’re lying in his bed together. He’s watching a game, and I’m grading papers. It’s just typical, everyday stuff, but it’s better with Booker.
“You need anything?” he asks, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed and standing. “I need to hydrate,” he tells me, lifting up his water bottle.
I hide a smirk. This boy makes me think the dirtiest things and he doesn’t even know it. “I’m good, thanks,” I say.
He stretches, and I take the opportunity to ogle him properly. The guy must actually be allergic to shirts, not that I’m complaining. He changed into clean sweats after our couch sexcapades, and though these ones are black, they hide nothing.
