by M. A. Innes
Mentally shrugging since there wasn’t anything I could do about it, I answered. “We’re both going to State.”
Nick played off his surprise pretty well. There was no way Andy would have noticed, but I did. When Andy stepped away to go help another table, Nick looked at me. “We’re both going to State?”
“Didn’t I mention that?” My innocent act wasn’t that believable.
He frowned. “No.”
“Is that a problem?” I didn’t think so but I wasn’t sure.
“No.” He blushed and looked over to study the dessert menu. “It would suck for things to end when school starts.”
“I agree.” One hurdle down but there was an even bigger one I hadn’t brought up yet. I thought I’d wait until we got home to mention that part. Seemed like a better idea than doing it in public.
Chapter 7
Nick
Watching Kyle pace around the living room, I was curious to find out if he was finally going to confess what was on his mind. He’d been fine up until Andy had mentioned college. Once it had come out that he would be going to the same school I was, things got awkward.
Well, they got normal, which was awkward for us.
He’d teased a little, but it was overall a very traditional date. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But based on what he’d said earlier, it just wasn’t what I’d been expecting. Dinner had been fun, and the food was good. A few other people from school had stopped by the table, but it wasn’t terrible. The only real awkward moment had come from the guys that had been on the track team.
They’d been polite and didn’t seem to care that we were together. But as they walked away, one of the guys looked over at the other and said he wanted his fifty bucks since he’d been right. They’d been betting on us turning out to be a couple. Kyle had thought it was hilarious. I’d thought I’d been a bit more discreet than that.
Evidently not.
“Are you okay?” I couldn’t stand watching him so…worried…conflicted. I wasn’t sure what it was, but he was starting to make my stress level go up—and not in a good way.
He turned to me and tried for innocent again. “Yes.”
Yeah right. “Um, no, you’re not. I was attempting to be polite.”
“I’m trying to decide if you’re going to be mad at me or if you’ll think it’s cute.” He seemed to feel that was a good intro to the discussion, but I had to disagree.
“Don’t start a confession like that. It sounds like a you-need-to-help-me-bury-the-body kind of discussion.” He was an idiot. Whatever he’d done couldn’t be that bad.
“It’s my body you might want to bury.” He threw himself on the couch and tried to look contrite.
“What did you do?” Had he told someone about the weird part of us?
“Do you remember how surprised you were to learn we were going to school together?” He was staring up at the ceiling now.
“Hard to forget.”
“Well, the reason I never told anyone about where I was going was because once I’d figured it out, I didn’t like the idea of not seeing you. So I kinda talked the school secretary into seeing where they’d sent your transcripts and stuff.”
“So you already knew we were going to the same place? What would you have done if we hadn’t been?”
He shrugged. “No idea. Not the point.”
I thought it was a good point, but I let him move on anyway. “Still not seeing the weird part here. Why am I going to kill you?”
“When I started filling out the roommate survey, I might have put down that we were good friends and discussed living together in the dorms.” The words tumbled out, and he cocked his head to the side to see my reaction.
“Stalker much?”
He snorted. “Like you’re one to talk.”
“So what, you had this fantasy of rooming with the guy who you knew loved it when you teased him?” I was starting to get into that daydream. Yeah, he was nuts, but if he’d been sane, he wouldn’t understand me so much, so I probably couldn’t complain. I’d worry about the practical stuff later.
Like the fact that we might be living together in a couple of weeks.
At the moment, I was going to focus on the naughty part of the story. Shifting on the couch, I straddled his lap and let my ass rest close to his cock. “When you were dreaming about rooming with me, what were you going to do? Were you going to tease me in private where there was no one around to hear what you’d say to me?”
Kyle might’ve been a little embarrassed to have been caught, but I could tell he was more turned on than anything. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to grind against me. Kyle’s tight grip and the feel of him basically fucking himself on me had my brain short-circuiting, and I almost missed the good part. The words came out husky and needy. “I thought about walking in on you in the shower, how you’d look naked and embarrassed. I knew how hot it would get you, even though you’d be mortified.”
A shiver raced through me and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped. God, that would have been hot. “More. Tell me more about what you would have done.”
He gave my ass a swat. “Sir. Don’t forget, slut.”
I gasped and pushed my cock even harder against his body. “Sir, please.”
Kyle rubbed his hand over my ass where he’d spanked it. “Much better.”
I thought I’d have to keep begging, but he continued. “I was going to walk around naked in front of you and tease you about being a prude who wouldn’t take off his clothes too. I’d even thought about watching porn while you were in the room just to make you crazy.”
“I would have died. I’d have been too turned on to function.” Imagining his fantasies was pushing me so close to the edge. “Eventually you would have walked in on me naked, wouldn’t you?”
“You would have been changing clothes and I would have timed it right so I could walk in and surprise you.” He growled out the words, cock jerking against my ass.
“You would have seen what I’d been trying to hide.” Now I was embarrassing myself, but it was too delicious not to.
Kyle brought one hand around to cup my dick. Squeezing it roughly through my jeans, he made my breath catch in my throat. I wanted to beg for more. He kept the dirty words going, making the need even worse. “You’d have tried to use your hands to cover up your cock, but I’d have seen it because that’s what you would have wanted. You’d have been so hard and I would have stood there and watched you squirm.”
Wiggling on his lap, trying to get him to keep playing with my cock, I whined for more. The fact that he knew how hot his words were making me got me even harder. “Please.”
“Do you want more of my fantasies, slut, or are you begging for me to play with your little hard-on here?” One hand started rubbing my erection again and his other squeezed my ass, making me think about the spanking again.
“Both, Sir. Please.” I couldn’t decide; they were both mind-blowing. He had the dirtiest, most perfect mind and his hands knew just how to touch me.
“It’s not up to you, is it?” His hands clamped down on me and I wanted to whine and beg but the words were stuck in my throat.
Shaking my head, I couldn’t answer, but I needed more. He chuckled; hearing it made me feel embarrassed, and the mortification went right to my dick. His next words had precum leaking out into my briefs.
“Show me. Open your pants and show me what you want.” The words came out demanding and hot. When he moved his hands to hold my hips, all I could think of was that I wanted them back playing with my body.
My hands were shaking so badly, it was hard to get the button undone. Easing the zipper open, I pushed down everything in one swift motion, freeing my trapped dick. His big hand reached out and grabbed it roughly. “Is this where you wanted me to touch? Humping me and begging for attention, is this what you wanted?”
He made me crazy. “Yes, please.”
Smack! The pain flashed through me as his hand came down on my
ass again. Nothing would beat the first time when he’d leaned me against the wall and bared my ass, but this was amazing. I’d dreamed of being spanked, but the reality was so much better.
“Sir! Please, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“You keep forgetting that. I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose because you like being a naughty slut.” His tone was teasing, but the heat in his eyes made me ache.
Maybe I was, but I didn’t know. It was always like he could see right into my head so he might have been correct. “I’m sorry. I’m a naughty slut.”
It came out pleading and desperate, and he loved it. His grin was wicked and I could see all the dirty thoughts running around in his head. “You’re my naughty slut, though, aren’t you?”
There was something in his expression. I wasn’t sure what it was. But it didn’t matter. I knew I’d love whatever he wanted. “Yes, Sir.” The hand on my cock made it hard to focus. “I’m yours.”
“Then I want my slut naked. No matter how turned on you are or how much you beg, it’s not just about you is it?” His voice was thick with need, and I wondered what he was thinking.
There were so many options I was overwhelmed as they flashed through my head. Climbing off his lap, I felt the incredible humiliation wash through me as I started to strip. Even though he was sitting, it was still so easy to remember how it felt when he pressed me up against the wall…his huge body and how strong he was.
By the time I was naked, my dick was slick with precum and it felt like I was going to break apart and shatter into a million pieces. Kyle watched me with his heated gaze focused on my body. When his hands moved from his legs to frame his cock, I knew what he was thinking.
He would let me…?
He wanted me to…
My eyes went up to his face and I could see the answers even though I hadn’t asked any questions. Shoving my clothes out of the way with my foot, I took a step closer and knelt between his open legs. It gave me the same unbelievable feeling as when I’d been in the position at work. Naked and knowing I was going to get to touch him made it even hotter.
A hand moved over to rub his cock. “Is this what you want? Look at you, all naked and hard. Do you want to touch me? Do you want to touch my cock? Maybe if you beg enough, little slut, I might let you taste it. Is that what you want?”
His words were sexy, but behind them, I could hear the unasked question. We both might love it when he got rough and made me feel so incredibly dirty, but he never wanted to push me too far. I had my safewords. I knew he’d stop if I wasn’t having fun.
“Please, Sir. Let your slut taste you.” I’d jerked off to a thousand naughty fantasies of what he might do to me, but what we’d done so far was more than I’d ever expected to get from him in real life. The fact that he wanted my mouth on his cock was mind-blowing.
I just hoped I didn’t suck.
Like in a bad way. With teeth and gagging that he wouldn’t find sexy.
Watching as he started to unbutton his pants, I had to remind myself that he probably hadn’t had this done too many times and never by a guy, so he wouldn’t have that much to compare me to. As he freed his long cock, my mouth watered. How was I supposed to start?
I’d seen countless blowjobs online, but having a cock right in front of me was new. I shouldn’t have worried about it; Kyle knew what he wanted. Grabbing his hard length, he pointed the head at me. “You’re going to give it a kiss, slut.”
It was simple, but it was so close to being told to worship him or to thank him that it made me dizzy with need. Would he ever do it like that? It was so easy to picture kneeling in front of him and being made to thank him for letting me touch his cock or for other more erotic things.
Would he think I was crazy if I told him?
No, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get the words out.
Leaning forward, bracing my hands on his firm thighs, I watched his face as I gave the head of his long, thick cock a kiss. Feeling the soft skin, damp with precum, I couldn’t resist flicking out my tongue to taste him. As I moved back, his expression grew heated and his cock jerked in his hands.
“Did I say you get to lick my cock or taste me yet, slut? You’re aching to be my cocksucker, aren’t you?” It came out almost mean but so damned hot I almost exploded. I loved how he made me feel.
The words came out breathy and slutty. It wasn’t like I was trying to hide how much I wanted him, so I didn’t mind. “Yes, Sir. Please. I…can I taste you?”
I was watching his cock, but as I peeked up to see his reaction, he growled and gripped his hard-on even tighter. “Come here. Show me what you want.”
My nerves were going haywire, but I couldn’t imagine stopping things. Next time we did this, I wanted him to push me to my knees so he could fuck my throat. I didn’t think I had much of a gag reflex, so the thought of him using me like that was incredible.
When I brought my mouth back to his hard length, I flicked my tongue out again, this time catching more of the precum dripping from his tapered length. It was sweet and mild, and I went back to taste him again. Licking around the head, I teased more precum from the slit. I was a dirty little cocksucker, and I loved it.
Feeling a little more confident, I turned my head and started running my tongue up the hard and silky shaft. Moans echoed in the room as he reacted to my touch. His legs were shaking and the grip on the base of his cock looked almost painful. Was he that close to coming?
Knowing that I was pleasing him was addicting. The fact that he liked my touch so much he was having to hold back his orgasm sent pleasure running through me. My dick got even harder, and it was all I could do not to touch it. I knew he’d say no.
Hearing him deny me would be mortifying. And so hot I’d probably explode.
When my tongue got back to the tip of his cock, I decided I wanted more. Wrapping my lips around his thick shaft, I let him sink into my mouth. Making sure to be careful of my teeth, I lowered my head until he hit the back of my throat and had to move his hand. I couldn’t figure out how to swallow him down, even though I’d seen it so often.
Increasing the suction, I moaned and came back up, determined to try again. He was longer than me but not porn star sized, so I knew it should be fine. I just had to work out how. Kyle grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. The words were growled out and almost impossible to understand. “You’re a good cocksucker for someone who’s never had his mouth fucked.”
He was jealous.
The realization sent crazy mixed up emotions flooding through me.
“There was nobody but you.”
His hand tightened in the short strands and it made me want to purr. It was so fuckin’ good. “How are you such a perfect cocksucker then?”
I loved it. Maybe the possessive need in his voice would have made some people nervous, but I thought it was beautiful. And the fact that I was going to have to confess something embarrassing only made it better. I pulled my head away just enough to feel the strength in his hands again then told him, “I have a dildo at home. I practiced seeing how far I could get it in. I wanted to be good at it.”
His hand tightened again but his eyes widened and he licked his lips. I knew right then that he was going to make me show him someday. It would be dirty and embarrassing and so sexy I might explode. Would he make me do it naked like I was now?
Pulling me back to his cock, I could feel his body vibrate as he growled out the words. “Such a dirty slut. I bet you lay there imagining it was my cock, didn’t you?”
Wrapping my lips around his dick, I moaned and nodded. His hand relaxed enough to let me pleasure him, but he didn’t let go completely. I wanted him to fuck my throat and to take me. Luckily, he had more restraint than I did.
It didn’t take long for his cock to start jerking and I knew he was going to come. He released my head and grabbed on to the couch, moaning, trying not to thrust. “I’m almost there.”
The words were husky and filled with arousal. He w
as giving me time to pull off, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Imagining his hands still on my head, thrusting his cock deep into my throat, I moaned, and he exploded.
Cum shot into my mouth and I brought my hands up to his cock to keep the pleasure going. I couldn’t figure out how to not choke and keep the suction tight enough but he didn’t seem to mind because he shook and arched up as his orgasm rammed through him. I should have practiced more with that dildo, but I’d always gotten distracted, touching my own cock before the fantasy went too far.
When he collapsed back against the couch and carefully pulled my head off his softening cock, he looked completely wrecked. Was it stupid to feel proud that I’d done that to him? That I’d made him come so hard he couldn’t think?
“Come here, baby.” He reached down and pulled me up into his lap. Wrapping his arms around me, he gave me a gentle kiss. I was still hard and aching but as his hands wandered over my body, he made no move to touch my dick. All kinds of emotions were flooding through me, but there wasn’t enough of my brain working to process them. The only thing I could think of was my erection and if he was going to let me come.
I couldn’t decide what answer I wanted.
Chapter 8
Kyle
“You want me to pick you up for work later?” Staring toward the ceiling, I imagined getting up to clean my room, but that was as far as it got.
“Sure. Getting out of here sounds good.” Nick’s dramatic sigh was so cute I smiled.
“You hinting you want to escape early?” His parents were still acting odd. Maybe twenty-four hours was too soon to expect them to function, but my mother didn’t hold a grudge like his so I didn’t have anything to compare it with.
“I was hinting?” Sarcastic laughter bubbled from his voice. “I thought I was pretty clear. Like give me Shakespeare and put me on stage.”
“I picture you as a dirty porn kind of actor. Not the classics.” I let my voice drop so he could hear how turned on the idea made me. Not that I thought videoing anything we’d do sounded like a good idea. I was smarter than that. It just sounded hot.