“Fucking, fuck,” I grit out, my release immediately rocketing through me hard enough that my ears ring.
Wes swallows down every last drop, before collapsing against my stomach.
“Perfect,” he whispers against my heated skin, his fingers tracing down my leg.
I close my eyes, letting my fingers trace patterns through his short hair. We should talk. Should figure out exactly what happens next, but a yawn steals my thoughts. Wes shifts, pulling a blanket from the foot of the bed over us, before settling against my chest. We can talk later, I decide, as my eyes grow heavy. For now, this is all I need.
WES
The sun wakes me, streaming through curtains that were never closed. Sol is still fast asleep beside me, an arm slung over his eyes, and his mouth slightly open with the softest of snores. I could lie here and watch him all day without getting bored.
I finally laid it all out there for Sol last night. Told him exactly how I feel. But I don’t know if it’s enough. Has he accepted my apology? Does he still want more? He said he hadn’t moved on, but does that mean he’s still where he was when I let him walk away? Does he still want more? Want us?
I let my fingers trace over the smooth skin of his chest, before my gaze locks on where he’s tenting the blanket I pulled over us last night. Grinning, I carefully peel it down until his hard cock bobs in front of my face. I take a second to inhale the scent of him. Sweat, sex, and something that’s all Sol. Then, I drag my tongue up his shaft, circling the head. He groans, hips bucking slightly, and I repeat the action, but this time, when I reach the tip, I suck him into my mouth.
He groans again, his arm slipping from his face, but his eyes stay closed. Taking him deep, I slide my hand between his legs, circling his hole with my finger. I moan around his cock as my finger slips inside with ease, his hole still sloppy with my come.Fuck. My dick aches at the thought of him sleeping with my load inside him, of being able to take him again, but I hold off, focusing all my attention on Sol.
“Holy fuck,” he sucks in a breath as I pump my finger inside him, his voice rough and groggy. “Morning.”
With his dick nudging the back of my throat, I can’t reply, so I respond by adding a second finger and stroking his prostate. A garbled noise tears from him, loud enough that if Ella wasn’t awake next door, she probably is now.
“Wes,” Sol barks, his release pulsing down my throat, and I stroke him through the aftershocks, only pulling off and removing my fingers when he shudders beneath me.
“Fucking hell,” he moans, his voice still thick with sleep. “You can wake me like that any time you want.”
I wipe my fingers on the blanket and wriggle back up next to him, where he grips my face and kisses me hard, tasting himself on my tongue. All too soon, he pulls back, his blue eyes wide.
“Shit! What time is it?”
I reach across him for my phone, tapping to wake the screen. “Almost eight. Why?”
Sol sits up with a start. “Fuck! Practice. I’m gonna be late.”
All I can do is watch as he jumps from the bed and starts pulling on his clothes from last night.
“Sorry,” Sol says with a wince, looking pointedly at my neglected dick as he shoves his feet into his sneakers.
I chuckle. “It’s fine. I’m sure I can think of something to help.”
Sol grins and walks over to the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry I have to run. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. I know.”
“I’ll text you after practice about set up like we planned. Okay?”
I give him a thumbs up as I stifle a yawn. Now swim season is done, I’m going to take full advantage of not having to be up at the ass crack of dawn.
“See you later,” I say, as Sol lingers near the door.
For a second, I think he might blow off practice and come back to bed, but then he nods and leaves, closing the door behind him.
We planned for this early morning. The plan is for me to go to Rosalind Hall and make sure the event dressers are doing what we’ve laid out. They’re arriving at nine, so it’s not like we would have had much longer in bed anyway.
Groaning, I give my aching dick an apologetic stroke. One thing I’m not going to miss next year is shared bathrooms. Rolling out of bed, I grab my shower bag and some clean sweats. By the time I reach the communal bathroom, my body is buzzing with nerves. Today is the culmination of everything we’ve worked on. On top of that, Sol and I still haven’t discussed where we stand. Things feel different, but I need to know for sure. There’s time, though. It’s not like I won’t see him before tonight.
* * *
I haven’t seen Sol since this morning. Straightening my collar and smoothing down the front of my shirt, I look around for the thousandth time. The event dressers did a perfect job, and the entire room is decked out in gold and green, with large circular tables taking up most of the space. The six large glass doors along the side of the building are open, leading out onto steps to the common. Lights have been strung from the trees and posts creating an extension for those wanting to cool down or smoke.