Page 26 of True Blue

“Bentley?” Her voice comes out breathy and I swallow.

“Hey, we’re at your suite,” I say softly. “I need you to stand up for a sec so I can knock, and Mira can let us in.”

She closes her eyes, saying, “Don’t wake her,” and digging her hand into the back pocket of her shorts. She pulls out her keyand holds it up, leaning her head back against me. I take the key, unlocking her door and helping her walk in.

The suite door shuts behind us and I help her into her room. “Do you want some water?” I ask but she shakes her head, letting go of me and stumbling over to her bed. Dropping onto the mattress, she buries her face in one of the pillows and curls up on top of the comforter. Her hand roots around in the front pocket of her shorts, and I damn near have a heart attack before she pulls out her phone, so it doesn’t press into her hip, and slams it down on the bedside table.

I walk over, picking up one of her feet and pulling off the boot and sock before repeating the same thing to the other one. Tugging the blanket out from under her, I pull it up over her body, tucking it in around her shoulders. She murmurs something I don’t understand, and I stand up, looking down at her as she falls asleep. I walk out to the kitchen and open the fridge, pulling out a water bottle and heading back into her room. Setting it on the bedside table, I watch her shuffle around for a moment, getting comfortable, but never opening her eyes and ending up on her back, arms raised above her head. I push the curls that fall over her face out of the way, heat lingering in my fingertips as they brush her face. She smiles in her sleep, and I pull back, stopping myself from touching her cheek again.

Her phone buzzes on the bedside table and my eyes automatically fly to the source of the noise, seeing an incoming text notification. The name Christopher glares back at me, and I step away from the bed, stomach souring. Looking at Janette’s face one more time, I turn around and walk out, closing the door to the suite softly behind me.

My mind races, going over the events of the night as they all swirl together.

Watching Janette dance.

The look in Axel’s eye across the beer pong table.

The feel of Janette asleep in my arms.

I walk into my suite, kicking off my shoes and letting the door bang closed behind me as I head straight for my room, flicking the light on and flopping down on top of my bed. I rub my hands over my face, trying to remind myself that Janette has a boyfriend and Axel’s my roommate, as my mind recalls every moment of the night that made my dick swell. My jeans grow tight, the feeling way too familiar for the night. I groan, hands already at my zipper before I make the conscious decision to release the tight confines. Lifting my hips, I shuffle my jeans and boxers down in one go, leaving them on, but down my thighs enough to release my cock. Gripping it in a tight fist, I start to pump myself, closing my eyes and picturing Janette’s body as she danced in the dim lighting, the colored strobe falling over her in haphazard increments. My fist picks up speed, remembering her face as she tipped her head back and laughed. Axel’s wink as he touched my shoulder plays next, my mind's eye lingering on the curve of his lips and angle of his jaw. I reach down with my other hand, cupping my sac as my hips thrust up into my fist, eyes screwed shut tight. Janette’s little smile as she played beer pong flits through my brain, the swell of her chest bouncing each time she sunk a ball. I feel myself climbing, twisting my hand at the top of my cock as I furiously jerk off.

Janette’s phone appears in my head, the text from Christopher catching in my brain and the tightness in my chest changes, my body relaxing against the bed as it backs away from the edge of release.

“Fuck.” I pop my eyes open, staring at the ceiling as my grip loosens and my fist slows down.

“You want some help with that?”

My head flies off the pillow, eyes finding Axel as he leans in the doorway of my room, staring at my dick in my hand.

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Bentley sits up so fast, I worry for a second that he’s going to fall off the side of his bed. His feet land on the floor though, hand still around the base of his cock as his face goes red. He looks around, purposely avoiding my presence and probably trying to figure out what to say. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times and my gut twists.

I push off the doorframe, standing up and holding my hands up. “Calm down, man,” I try, hoping if I play up some nonchalance, he won’t beat the shit out of me for walking in on him jacking off. His eyes fly to mine, and I read the confusion mingled in with the embarrassment there. My stomach settles a little, and I glance down, noticing he hasn’t gone soft in the slightest. “I’m bi and you’re hot.” I shrug, meeting his eyes again. “I’m willing to help out and given your reaction,” I gesture toward his still hard cock. “I thought you might be interested.” A long pregnant pause plays out between us as he seems to completely freeze. I can’t tell if this guy gets turned on by being pissed off or if he really has no idea what to do right now. I take a step back toward the common room, holding up my hands. “No harm, no foul. We can just pretend this never happened.”

He glances down at his dick, letting go of it and grabbing a pillow to cover his crotch. The movement makes me pause, holding my breath to see what he does next. His eyes slide toward me, not looking directly at my face before flitting away.

“I’m, um, not uninterested,” he stutters.

My heart starts to pound in my chest at his words. I had practically been salivating, walking in to immediately see him working himself over so frantically with all the lights on like he couldn’t wait another second after getting back to come. I head told me to walk past and just go to my room, but my feet carried me to his open door, gaze glued on this gorgeous man. Despite my cheekiness, his flustered response killed my reaction almost immediately.

“It’s just,” he glances over at me. “We’re roommates. I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

I swallow, eyes widening at his words, as my brain explodes. Blood leaves my brain, rushing down to the head in my shorts as I stare into Bentley’s eyes. I try to maintain an even voice as I roughly respond, “It won’t be weird.” Clearing my throat, I try again. “If we’re both interested, no harm in exploring it.”

Bentley looks around, whispering to himself. “What’s a blowjob between friends? No big deal,” before looking me in the eye again and nodding slightly. His words send a pang through my chest, warning me that I don’t want to stay just friends after this, but I ignore it, not wanting to freak him out.

He slowly slides the pillow off his lap, his still hard dick coming back into view. I smile, stepping forward and he leans back on his hands. I fall to my knees between his legs, placing my hands in the sides of his jeans and shimmying them the rest of the way down his legs.

“Shirt off,” I say, and he glares for a moment at the order but tugs it over his head as I wrap my hand around the base of his dick, holding it up in his lap. His chest come into view; sun-kissed skin speckled with a light smattering of hair that I trail my eyes down before looking back up at his face. He stares down at me with an intense look, holding his breath. I smile, knowing I’m good at this, and lean forward, slowly trailing the flat of my tongue up the back of his cock before swirling it around the tip and over his slit already weeping with a few beads of precum. I groan at the musky taste, closing my eyes and sucking his mushroom head into my mouth. My fist moves underneath, covering the lower half of his dick as I pull back and then suck more of him in, letting my lips drag across the skin without touching him with my teeth. He groans and my dick hardens with every hitch of his breath as I work him to the back of my throat, gagging for a moment before I breathe through my nose and push him a little bit deeper, hollowing my cheeks and suctioning. The weight of his cock on my tongue as I work him over makes the base of my spine start to tingle, sparks shooting through my veins.

“Fuck, Axel.” His hand falls onto my shoulder, gripping into my skin as he starts to lose control. His hips stutter below me, and I open my eyes, looking up into his half lidded hazel gaze. I pull back to the tip of his cock, holding his eyes as I deep throat him again in one fast go. His eyes fall closed, chest heaving as he grips the bedding beneath him, and his fingers dig into the muscles of my shoulder. “So good.”

The warmth from his hand urges me to go faster, wanting to see him come undone beneath me. For me. I quicken my pace and reach up to squeeze his balls, running my thumbnail lightly over the faint seam down the center.

“I’m going to come,” Bentley says, voice rough as he gasps. I pull back, letting the tip of my tongue slide over the veins bulging under his skin before sliding back down and sucking, creating a slurping noise. “Fuck,” he warns right before the tangy warmth of his cum hits the back of my tongue and I swallowaround the tip of his dick, feeling him shudder beneath me as more cum floods my mouth. He lets go of my shoulder, falling back on the bed and letting his arm flop down to cover his eyes.

I pop off his dick, blood still sizzling, and sit back on my heels, swallowing the last of his cum as I stare at him heaving in breaths on his bed. My heart stutters painfully in my ribcage, my own breath coming in short pants, as I stare at the bottom of Bentley’s face, waiting for him to look at me again. Needing him to.

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