Page 76 of Method Acting

I had to remember how to walk, but he was on a mission. He never stopped until we reached my dorm, and even after I’d opened the foyer door, he snatched up my hand and led the way up the stairs.

“I thought you preferred the elevator,” I said.

He spared me a glance over his shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time. “No time,” he said. “Hurry the fuck up.”

We made it to my floor and I was breathless. If it was from all the running up the stairs or from the way he’d kissed me earlier or maybe in anticipation about what we were about to do, I wasn’t sure.

He stopped at my door and leaned against it, blocking me. “If you open this door, there will be dick sucking, just so you know. If you don’t want that, don’t open the door.”

I held his gaze, pressed right up against him, inserted the key, and pushed the door open.

He smirked, fisting my shirt, and he pulled me into my room.

My blood was just about on fire. I was so hard and so turned on, I wasn’t going to last a minute. God, even imagining the warm, wet heat of his mouth...

I kicked the door shut behind me and he was pawing at my shirt, trying to get it over my head. I pulled his off too, revealing his glorious chest and muscular arms. And then he was pulling at the button on my jeans, so I slid my hand under the waistband of his shorts and palmed his dick.

He froze and sucked back a breath, so I wrapped my fingers around him and he shuddered. “I’m too turned on,” he bit out. “Too far gone.”

So I went to my knees in front of him, pulled his pants down, and licked the underside of his shaft. He cried out and I was rewarded with a bead of precome. “Fuck. Gonna come so fast.”

I licked the slit, tasting him, then took him into my mouth, sliding my lips down while tonguing the underside.

He fisted my hair. “Fuck, yes. Holy shit.”

He was swollen, impossibly hard, and so close... so I sucked and took him in deeper and his body jerked, his cock pulsed in my mouth, and he cried out, a strangled sound as he came.

He twitched and moaned as I swallowed, groaning when I pulled off him. His cock was still hard, glistening wet, and he swayed on his feet.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

I stood up and sat him down on the edge of my bed. His eyes were glazed over, he wore a lazy smile, and he was so fucking hot with his dick still hanging out.

But with me standing in front of him and him sitting down, he was the perfect height... So convenient. I opened my fly and took out my dick. I was so fucking hard, so ready to come.

His smile widened and he licked his lips, looking like he was about to taste his most favorite treat ever. “Fuck, yes,” he whispered, pulling me closer.

No preamble, no warning. No licking, no tasting, he just sucked me right in, taking me in so far he gagged. But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, tonguing, moaning, his fingertips digging into my ass, and he set the pace.

He wasn’t just sucking my dick. He was making me fuck his mouth.

This feeling, this euphoric feeling, I wanted it to last forever.

I wanted this sexual high, pleasure so divine, to never stop.

But then I looked down, and seeing Chase Soria, the hottest guy on campus with his lips around my dick and moaning like he was having a religious experience...

It was all too much.

“Gonna come,” I warned. “Your pretty mouth is too good.”

He looked up at me, heavy lidded and blissed out, his thick lips around my shaft, and he fucking smiled.

My orgasm ripped through me, and I came down his throat. He sucked it out of me, drinking down every drop.

The room spun, and I lost all sight and sound. The only thing that existed was him, his hands on my ass, and his oh-so talented mouth.

He pulled off me and caught me as I almost fell forward. I was wiped out, and he laughed as he pulled me onto my bed with him. We were a tangle of limbs and laughter, trying to catch our breath.

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