His back muscles shifted under my hand, and I bit back a moan. He was built, muscles stacked on muscles, and with his height, he screamed power.
Travis tripped, shoving me against the wall of our darkened corridor. There were only three rooms on this level, and of the six of us who occupied it, four were either passed out on the sofas downstairs or inside their rooms with their hookups already.
He straightened but didn’t move back. Our bodies were aligned from chest to toes, and I barely resisted the urge to pull him closer. He looked down at me with darkened eyes, and I sucked in a breath. I’d never noticed how blue they were before. The stormy desire darkening them was such a turn-on.
His tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip. It was sexy as fuck.
Hewas sexy as fuck.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he leaned closer and whispered, “Breathe.”
I exhaled heavily and then sucked in another breath, breathing him in. His cologne was woodsy and fresh, reminding me of the outdoors where he loved to hike. His stubble rasped across my face, and the heat of his breath along my throat awoke gooseflesh over my whole body.
My hands acted on their own, and I reached for his waist. My fingers found the pale strip of skin between his low-riding jeans and T-shirt, and I gripped his waist, tugging him against me. My heart was hammering in my chest, my entire body feeling like a livewire at having him so close.
Travis’s low rumbly hum was a match to dry tinder. I went up in flames. Desire roared through me, and my semi hardened to the point of pain. He stilled, focusing solely on me. It was a mindfuck of the best kind. Travis was larger than life and constantly on the go, but the potency in his stare fried my brain cells. I was already addicted.
I wanted this moment to last forever, to feel his hardness against mine. But I needed more too. Travis read my need for more in the way I squirmed against him. He moved one hand to my waist and slipped it under my hoodie before sliding it up to my nipple and flicking his thumb over it. I gasped when his cool fingers brushed my sensitive skin. He caged me in with the other, pressing his hips against mine. His mouth hovered just out of reach, and he smirked when I leaned in trying to capture his lips.
He was in control tonight, and I was more than okay with it. Desire whipped through me, my cock leaking like a sieve. My whole body was begging to feel him naked against mine.
“Jacques,” he whispered, his raspy tone reverent.
I moaned when he nudged his nose against mine and slid his hand down to my jeans. He played with the button, and I couldn’t help the way my hips bucked into his, desperate for more of his touch.
“Want you,” I whispered on a moan as he palmed my erection through my jeans. He’d captured my attention the moment I’d met him, and it hadn’t abated for a single second since. I wanted him every way I could get him. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t done much of anything with a man before—a fumbling kiss in the locker room of my high school gym was as far as I’d gone with a boy. But I knew now. I had no doubt what I wanted.
I blindly reached behind me for the doorknob to my room. It turned easily, and I grasped his nape and dragged him straight into my room.
The lights were off, and I could hear Rusty’s soft breathing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Travis, but at a guess, Rusty was fast asleep.
Travis shut and locked the door quietly, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pressed him up against it, and tugged his lips to mine. One brief, chaste kiss and a low moan had need and want exploding inside me. Our lips crashed together, our tongues dueling and our teeth clicking as we explored each other’s mouths. We moved as one, both of us toeing out of our shoes and stripping off our jeans as we took the few steps to my bed.
My moan was long and low when I finally got my hand around him. He was hot to the touch and huge—long and girthy enough to be both jealousy inducing and terrifying at the same time. I was going to need to work up to having him inside me.
Travis’s gravelly moan spurred me on. I swiped my thumb over the slick bead of precum at his tip and spread it down his length, using it to lube my strokes.
He palmed my ass with both hands, spreading my cheeks. The whisper of cold air against my sensitive hole was like a caress. I canted my ass, chasing more of the feeling, and at the same time, I dragged my dick along my knuckles.
“Grasp both of us,” he directed.
I did, and the silky skin of his cock against mine almost did me in. I moaned, and he pulled me closer, trapping our dicks between us. But I needed more. There were still far too many clothes in the way. I wanted all of him naked and against me.
I let go of him, but his grunted protest quickly died in his throat when I yanked my hoodie and T-shirt off, leaving myself naked.
“Fuck,” he muttered, tracing his fingertip down my chest to the tip of my cock that poked out next to his from between our pressed-together hips.
“Get naked,” I ordered, lifting the hem of his Henley.
He was even more gorgeous bare, and I dragged him onto my bed, collapsing on the mattress with him on top of me. Bloody hell, being pinned underneath him, his cock pressed up against mine, was a fantasy come true. He rose onto his elbows and nudged my legs apart with his knees. I wrapped them around him, unashamed of my neediness. When he traced a path down my throat with his lips, I dug my fingers into his ass and bucked my hips up. Sensation exploded in me, my balls drawing tight and every nerve ending in my dick lighting up. I cried out, and Trav moaned.
We breathed each other’s air, and I tasted every corner of his mouth as we rutted together. The bed creaked, and our sweat-soaked skin slid against each other’s. The pressure of his erection against mine was like a zap of lightning with each thrust. The tingling in my spine started low, my balls constantly massaged with every thrust. Our combined precum leaked onto my belly, lubing our way. It only intensified the ecstasy.
Bloody hell, I was already on the edge after just a few thrusts. The noises coming out of me weren’t human, each grunt and cry as Travis hit another sensitive spot on my already aching dick sending me into the clouds.
He chuckled and shushed me. “You’ll wake up Rusty.”
I cried out at that, the thought of his eyes on me catapulting me to the edge of the point of no return.
