I pull away, refusing to miss out on the sight of making this man come, and watch in awe as ropes of cum explode from his dick. His hole clenches rhythmically on my finger, as if begging for more. I repeatedly tease that spot inside of him, relishing in the spasm of his entire body until he’s drained, falling back on the bed with heavy breaths rushing past his lips.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my finger still teasing him as I scrape my hand down his abdomen, collecting his orgasm in my palm.
“What are you—oh fuck.”
I palm my own cock, stroking myself, hoping he gives me enough time to come before freaking out about what we just did.
His hole clenches once again around my finger, and that’s all I fucking need to tip over the edge.
I aim my release at his stomach, spilling over him like I’ve pictured doing an embarrassingly amount of times in my fantasies.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he mutters, his face changing a little when I pull my finger from his body.
“Thoughts?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “My brain is fried. Give me a few minutes.”
I back away from the bed, feeling the loss of his warm skin immediately, but I need to be the one to put some distance between us.
“Where are you going?” His head rolls lazily to the side so he can see me as I pull some athletic shorts on.
“To clean up. Want me to bring you a washcloth back?”
With his eyes still on mine, Landon reaches down, swirling the tip of his finger through our combined mess. My cock threatens to stiffen once again.
“I’m going to need a full shower,” he says. “I’ll go when you get back.”
The words he doesn’t say are clear. We can’t be seen together after what just happened.
I nod, leaving the room, taking longer in the bathroom than I should. I don’t know if it’s the arousing thought of my cum drying on his skin that delays me going back to the room, or if it’s a form of punishment for him to have to lie there coated in me.
While in the bathroom, I spend way too much time stuck in my head, worried about what will happen upon my return to the room. But when I enter to find Landon standing at the closet, looking for clothes, instead of avoiding my eyes, he smiles, walks up to me, and presses his lips to mine.
I’ve somehow avoided the destruction that’s bound to happen, so when he returns and crawls into my bed with me, I simply smile into the pillow and count my lucky stars the freak-out hasn’t happened yet.
Chapter 25
Landon
“Don’t,” I grumble when Rick shifts on the bed.
He chuckles, a husky sound still filled with sleep against my skin.
“We have class.”
“We won’t be missed,” I tell him, tightening my arms around him.
“You’re making me sweat,” he half-heartedly complains as his nose traces circles on my neck.
“You’re making me hard. Plus, sweating is a good detox for the skin.”
“You woke up hard,” he grumbles, making another attempt to flee.
“I need you to take care of my dick,” I say, a wide smile on my face although my eyes are still closed.
“I’m not a babysitter for your cock, Andrews.”
Despite his words, his hand drifts down my stomach, my dick moving like it has a mind of its own as it reaches toward his touch.
“How about a good morning kiss?” I tease, my hand skating up his back to press down on the top of his head.
“Just one,” he agrees, the coolness of the room taking my breath away when he shoves the sheet off us before pulling down the front of my boxers.
Then the cock tease literally kisses the tip of my leaking dick before pulling away and using my distraction to climb out of the bed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, trying not to groan at the sight of him licking his lips as if he can taste me there.
He shrugs.
“Teasing a man’s cock like that is bad for his health.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Please tell me, you don’t use that blue balls can cause serious medical issues shit on girls.”
With a frustrated groan and an insane level for dramatics, I throw myself on my back. “I’m going to be hard all damn day, and for the record, no. I don’t use that line on girls. Get back in bed with me.”
He’s already pulling on athletic shorts by the time I roll my head in his direction.
“We have class. Get up and get dressed.”
“Ricky,” I beg. “Skip class with me today.”
“Not everyone is going pro, Landon. My education is my future.”
“How studious of you,” I grumble, biting the inside of my cheek when his eyes lock on my hand as I scrape it down my stomach and palm my erection.