“That’d be fucking awesome, man.” My stomach flutters knowing he’s thought about it, too.
“And you’re not staying in the fucking dorms. You’ll stay at the house Aston and I rent.”
“You don’t have—”
“Crew,” he growls, “this isn’t a discussion.”
Lifting my hands in mock surrender, I say, “Okay, sir.”
His eyes darken at my words, making my dick twitch in my pants, but we can’t go thereyet. I still have stuff I need to say.
“Okay, now that we’ve discussed that, there’s something I want to say, too.”
“Okay…”
“I want to apologize for everything I’ve put you through. It wasn’t fair to you to deal with my fucked up shit. I was an asshole to you, I lied to you, I went behind your back, and I hurt you. I can’t take any of it back. I can only try to do better from here on out, but I need you to know how fucking sorry I am.”
“Crew, you don’t have to—”
“I’m not done. Please. I need to get this out. You’re the most important person in my life, the only constant I’ve ever known, and I need you to know how sorry I am. And how thankful I am for all you’ve done—you and your family. I can’t thank you enough.”
I’m not good at apologizing, and I’m really not good at accepting help. My face heats as my mind replays the conversation I had with his parents yesterday, thanking them for letting me stay here while I dealt with all of this. They hugged me and told me how much they loved me, and it was bittersweet. It was everything I’ve ever wanted to hear from my own parents but never did.
Clearing my throat, I force myself to hold his gaze once more while I utter the truest, but hardest, words. “And um… And I’m so fucking in love with you, Anderson. I want to be with you, actually be with you. If you’ll have me.”
The backs of my eyes burn and there’s an ache in my throat from trying to tamp down the emotion threatening to spill over the edge. Vulnerability has never been my strong suit, and this is about as vulnerable as it can get. I know he loves me, I fucking know it, but that doesn’t stop the fucked up part of my brain from trying to convince me otherwise.
He doesn’t say anything, and my pulse starts to race, mind certain I’m about to be rejected. I mean, why would someone like him want to spend his life with someone like me?
“You, uh, don’t have to—”
“Shut up.” He laughs. “Get the fuck over here.” Wrapping his hand around my wrist, he tugs me onto his lap so we’re face to face. He lets me see the overflowing love pouring out of his eyes, before letting them close, bringing his lips to mine.
The kiss starts out gentle, soft caresses of his full lips, tongue licking mine, before pulling away. His pupils are dilated, the green of his irises almost non-existent. He cups my cheek with one hand, the other sliding up the back of my shirt, rubbing the bare skin of my back, making goosebumps explode all over.
“There isn’t a single soul on this planet I’d rather be with than you, Crew. I love you so fucking much; sometimes it scares me just how much.”
Before I can even think to respond, his lips crash against mine in a bruising kiss, tongue darting into my mouth, exploring every crevice. I feel his kiss everywhere. It spreads like wildfire, and whispers hope in the darkest corners of my mind. His lips feed my starving soul, his touch sending tidal wives of maddening need all throughout my body.
Opening my mouth wider, I allow him to deepen the kiss, needing more of him.So much more.As I rock on his lap, my thickening cock rubs against him, making my head feel light. He swallows my moans, hands squeezing my ass and bringing my body flush with him.
“I need you, Anderson,” I pant against his lips. My fingers trail down his torso until I get to the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it on the ground. He lies me down, positioning himself between my open thighs.
He sits back on his heels, dark, hooded eyes perusing down my bare chest, before landing on my crotch. His long fingers curl into the waistband of my sweats, pulling them down meticulously. When my dick springs free, the tip glistening with my arousal, he bites his lip.
I wiggle under his heated gaze, body buzzing with anticipation. My hand reaches down to wrap around myself, only to be slapped away. “No touching. Not yet,” he growls.
He stands, ridding himself of his shorts, his huge, veiny cock standing proud, making my mouth water. When he gets back on the bed, he lies down on his stomach, wasting no time in swallowing my dick. The gasp that I cough out is embarrassing as hell, but Jesus Christ, his mouth feels fucking amazing.
His tongue swirls around the tip before he takes me deep in his throat, tongue continuing to stroke the underside in a toe-curling manner that I can’t get enough of. My hands fist the sheets below me as I fight to stay still, my eyes watching his every movement in a trance. Bobbing up and down my length, his hand tugs on my balls, moving to massage my taint before trailing down to my hole.
I automatically clench, but force my body to relax. I want him backthereso much, I could scream. Pushing my legs back toward my chest, exposing all of me to him, he spits, drenching the area, before working his finger in slowly. A hiss falls from my lips at the slight burn that comes with his entrance, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
“Stroke yourself for me,” he purrs, working a second finger in, running the flat of his tongue across my sac.
My palm closes around my shaft at the exact moment his fingers graze my prostate, a deep-throated groan exploding out of me. My hips jut off the bed, heart racing, my entire body on fire. I’m dangerously close to erupting already. “Wait, stop!” I squeeze my dick painfully hard to force my release away.
“What’s wrong?”