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His stomach growls and I chuckle. “I guess that answers that.” I tap his chest with the back of my hand and turn toward the dorms. “Let's put your bag down and feed you.”

It’s quiet for a minute but it’s not uncomfortable. I can tell there’s something rattling around in his head that he wants to say, so I just wait. When we hit a spot outside of the lamppost, he grabs my arm and pulls me off the path into the dark. My back hits the brick and his body is pressed against me, his lips claiming my own, and his hand is on the back of my neck. I swallow his groan when I kiss him back, taking control of his body while he ravages my mouth.

His skin is hot under my hands when I slide them under his shirt. He shudders under my touch, goosebumps popping up against my fingertips as I reach for every inch of his flesh I can reach.

“Fuck,” Joey pants against my swollen lips. “I needed that.”

I smile and bite at his pouty lower lip. “Kiss me like that anytime.”

He rocks his hips against mine, a soft moan falling from his lips when the ridge of his erection drags against my hip.

“Are you needy, baby?” My voice drops and I grip his hips, grinding myself against him.

“So fucking needy.” His whimper is music to my ears and adrenaline in my veins.

“I need you to make me come.”

Both of his hands cup my head and he fucks my mouth with his tongue. God damn, if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants.

I grip his throat and force him off my mouth. “I’ll take care of you, horny boy. Inside.”

Joey groans with his whole body, his shoulders dropping and his head falling back a little, but he grabs the bag he dropped and my hand, pulling me toward the dorms.

“Is your roommate out? I don’t know what Bryce is doing.”

I already have my phone in my hand, texting Neal to get lost for a while.

“Already on it.” When my phone is back in my pocket, I slow down until Joey turns to look at me.

“What are you doing? Is something wrong?” He glances around before looking back at me.

“You’re holding my hand. In public.” I lift our hands to show him, as if he can’t feel my palm against his. “Are you okay with this?” I wave our hands a little.

“I—” His eyebrows pull together as he looks at where we’re touching. “I didn’t think about it, I guess.”

“I’m fine with it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

In the harsh glow of a streetlamp, I watch him shut down. He’s not ready, and that’s okay, but he’s now feeling guilty about it; it’s written so clearly on his face that it may as well be written in text.

“Hey,” I release his hand when his grip loosens, “it’s okay.” Yet my heart hurts anyway. “I’m not rushing you.” Please pick me. I need someone to pick me for once.

“It's just that we don’t—we haven’t—I don’t?—”

“Joey, take a deep breath. It’s okay.” His anxiety over hurting my feelings or whatever cools some of the hurt.

“Damn it. I’m sorry.” He runs his hands through his hair and pulls on the strands. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

I look around quickly then step in closer to him, almost touching but not quite. “You don’t have to have answers right now, just do what feels good.” His gaze drops to my lips and he licks his own. One side of my mouth turns up in a knowing, carnal smile. “I want to make you feel good. Watch you come. Hear that sweet voice beg when you get close to the edge.”

He sucks in a sharp breath and his shoulders tense. “Yes. I want it. All of it.”

“Good boy.” I pat his cheek and lead the way to our dorm building. He follows along like a puppy and when I glance back at him, his eyes are on my ass. Hmm, interesting. Is he feeling toppy tonight? I wouldn’t be opposed to that…

My phone buzzes as we step onto the elevator and as I’m looking at the screen, Joey grabs my hips and presses himself against my back and ass. He’s breathing hard against my ear and neck, making my skin pebble, and my dick ache.

“Neal left the room, it’s ours,” I groan when his hard cock rubs my ass cheek. “Do you want to fuck me, sweet boy? Do you need to be inside me tonight?”

He gasps as his body is rocked by a shiver and he bites my neck. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

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