His bedroom is directly in front of the stairs, so we make it inside before we hear Mickey bounding back down to the living room.
Without any discussion, we peel our clothes off. He reaches into his nightstand drawer and tosses a few condoms on the bed. Maybe it’s efficiency because we’re so used to sneaking around that we have to take advantage of every second we steal. Or maybe JT is as emotionally spent as I am, and some skin-to-skin contact is what we both need.
He pulls back the covers before crawling into bed and gesturing for me to join him. His body is warm and familiar and for a moment, I just breathe him in. But then my fingers start exploring. I’m so fascinated by the tattoos on his chest. There are numbers and names, but none of them make sense to me. Still, I trace the lines as I move on top of him. His hands cup my breasts as I drag my center over the long line of his cock. The sensation is overwhelming. My boobs ache, but when his lips seal over the nipple of my right breast, heat rushes to my core like there’s a direct line between two of the most sensitive parts of my body, and he just lit it up with his tongue. He nips and licks me, alternating his attention between my breasts, I could stay here all day and let him worship me, but the soft flesh on the underside of my nipples is oversensitive, and the way he’s working me over with his lips and tongue is beginning to border on painful. Pulling back, I gasp as he releases his hold me.
“Too much?” he asks, his tone laced with worry. “Oh, shit,” he mutters. “I’m giving you beard burn all over these perfect tits.” He presses gentle kisses across my sensitive flesh as he lifts me up and scoots me closer so I’m sitting on his chest.
“Goddamn, you’re fucking beautiful,” he says as his hands glide over my back and his eyes devour everything from the top of my forehead right down to the apex of my thighs. His hands slide around to my front, his thumbs poised to open me. JT loves getting his tongue between my legs, and I love letting him do it. I don’t know what magic tricks he does, but they take me to a place that’s otherworldly. I sort of lose my mind and have a tendency to get a little noisy, which is less than convenient in the places we’ve been sneaking into and having sex.
Oh, shit. The thought occurs to me as his fingers begin to play.
“What if someone can hear us?” I ask, hating the panic in my voice.
“No one knows you’re here, baby. I guarantee it. The guys are at the baseball house. Mickey’s the only one home and he just put his headphones on. He didn’t see you when he came in because you hid behind the fucking door and tried to melt into the wallpaper.” JT’s got more patience than anyone I know, but it’s wearing thin. Our arrangement is my doing, and though I have good reasons, I know he’d rather come clean.
He's right. I know he’s right, but something feels off to me. “Do you hear that?” I ask, trying to place the faint rustle-and-squeak sound that I swear is coming through the walls.
“Nope,” he says, dragging the pads of his first two fingers through my folds before licking them clean. “If you hear something, it’s gotta be Mickey’s cat.”
“Mickey has a cat?” I ask. This is the first I’ve heard of it, though, to be fair, JT and I don’t spend a lot of our time sitting around discussing his roommates.
“If you work for campus housing, hell no he doesn’t. Otherwise, yep. He thinks we don’t know about Mr. Tittles, but he’s wrong. And no, I don’t want to tell you why the fuck the cat’s name is Mr. Tittles. I’m done talking about pussy. It’s time to eat yours.”
His mouth hovers right over my center and god, the visual makes me even hotter than I was five seconds ago. Just as he tilts his head forward, I hear that noise again, but it’s louder this time.
“What about Van?” I blurt, leaning forward. He seems like a nice enough guy, though I’ve never actually met him. I’ve seen him at the library, and I know he eats lunch with JT on the days our schedules don’t line up.
JT pouts, looking like a kid who just dropped his freshly scooped ice cream cone on the sidewalk. “Van’s at the library for the next hour. He studies with his ex-girlfriend, thencomes home and jacks off. So, the place is ours for about an hour and ten minutes. I have some really good ideas for how we can use that time,” he says, his lips less than an inch from my core. “Or we can sit here while you panic that my roommates are going to discover us and then, when we finally get to the really good stuff, my teammate will get home and start moaning his ex’s name into his pillow. Up to you, babe.”
He knows I hate that nickname, but I know he hates my fixation with keeping our arrangement under wraps.
The noise sounds for a third time and I know he must hear it, too. “JT, seriously,” I say, scooching back a bit. “What was that?”
Pressing his mouth to my center, he kisses the swollen flesh there and lets his tongue glide over my folds before pulling back. “It’s the cat. I’m telling you. Now get back up here, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
Eagerly, I inch forward, loving the way he’s so hungry for me, even though the endearments he’s using are pissing me off. “You’re about to be done with me forever if you keep using those stupid nicknames.”
His chuckle vibrates against my thighs. “Yeah? You want to leave right now?” he asks just before he buries his head deeper between my legs.
His tongue is fucking me while his fingers tease me. He’s relentless in pursuit of my orgasm and he knows exactly how to get it. I’m rocking forward, pressing my body into his face while my hands drift upward of their own volition to cup my breasts. They’re sensitive and achy, so I squeeze them gently until a moan escapes my mouth. JT’s eyes flutter open and the view he has right now…well, he must really like it. He’s moved his right hand to my hip to steady me while the fingers on his left hand thrust inside me as his tongue sucks my clit.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Come on, Cinderella. Come all overmy fucking face. Ride me. Soak me. I want to taste you for days.”
My body obeys his words and I go right over the edge, bucking onto his lips and chin and tongue and not caring who hears me call out his name. Those assholes out in California could hear me now. It doesn’t matter. Right here, right now, nothing matters but the way his body ignites mine.
His head flops on the pillow and he sends me a lazy, satisfied smile. He’s basking in the fact that he set me off so easily, that I shouted his name mere minutes after my mini freakout. I don’t let him gloat, though. The clock’s ticking, right?
I lift up just enough to see the mess I’ve made all over his chest. I have a moment of internal debate. Should I trace my fingers over the lines of his tattoos and then wrap those same wet fingers around his cock while I suck the head into my mouth? That could definitely be fun. When I spot one of the condoms on the comforter, I get another idea.
Pressing my hand to his chest for balance, I left my left leg up and spin so I’m facing the opposite direction.
“Where are you?—”
JT never finishes his question.
He mutters a curse as I roll the condom down his length before lifting up and straddling him. I stay there a minute, rocking just enough to brush the tip of his cock against my pussy.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” he says, lifting his hips upward as I line us up and sink down onto his cock. My body is pliant and insatiable as I take each thick inch of him. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I work my way down, sure that my ass is shaking in his face with each movement. His hands cup my ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh there as he guides me up and down. He’s swirling his hips now, the motion creating the most delicious sensation. And when he rocks up into me just as he pulls my body down, I can feel him everywhere.The tip of his cock hits that sensitive spot deep inside me over and over.
