Page 27 of True Blue

He peeks out from under his arm, eyes meeting mine and we stare, everything seeming to stop as energy crackles through the room. Without a word, he sits up as I scramble toward him at the same time, ending up straddling his lap as our mouths collide. His hands grip my hips and I settle down over him. His teeth snag my bottom lip and I shudder, eyes rolling back behind my lids as he bites just enough to spread pleasurable veins of pain out beneath my skin. Our tongues meet and the kiss deepens as one of his hands snakes in between us, finding the button on my shorts and making quick work of the zipper. He grips my rock-hard dick in his wide hand, moving it quickly over me as I gasp into his mouth, letting my head fall back and my eyes close. Lightning lights through my bones at the feel of him roughly tugging at me without lube. It borders on too much, but he just moves his lips to my throat, kissing and sucking along to leave flickers of pleasure across my skin. I grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

“Pants off,” he murmurs against my neck, and I scramble off his lap, pushing my shorts and boxers straight to the ground in one go. He slides off the bed, now on his knees before me, placing his hands on my hips to steady himself. My heart stutters almost painfully at the view as I tug my button down off my shoulders and pull the tee shirt from underneath up over my head. Bentley grabs my dick with both hands, warm tongueflicking teasingly at my tip. He starts to rotate his hands in different directions and my hips stutter, the feeling robbing all the breath from my lungs.

He groans, leaning in and encasing my head in his mouth, sucking hard on the just the first inch or so. My balls draw up at the sensation, already right on the precipice within seconds. I tip my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, but mourn the loss of this visual and quickly look back down at him.

His eyes meet mine and he smirks, the tip of my dick still resting on his bottom lip. I pant as he unwraps his hands, moving them slowly back to my hips and then slams forward, taking all of me to the back of his warm wet mouth in one go. I blank, mind completely short-circuiting as my hand threads into the hair at the back of his head to hold him against me. I cry out at the same time, hips thrusting forward without my control. My dick bumps against the back of his throat and I start to retreat, but his grip on my hips tightens. His brows furrow in concentration and my eyes widen as he relaxes his throat around me, pushing me further into him, the tightness of it gripping around the tip of my cock. He seems to smirk around my dick, eyes alight with humor at my shock.

“Holy shit,” I whimper. I’ve never had anyone take this much of me in a blowjob. My hips jerk forward again at the sensation. Bentley grunts below me, nose brushing the smooth skin above the base of my dick. I realize I’ve closed my eyes and open them to find his hazel gaze lasered in on me. He hums, the vibration making sparks shoot up my spine, my vision blurring.

Holy fucking shit. This is the best blowjob of my life.

I move my hand to the side of his head, placing my other one on the opposite side and he nods slightly, still choking on my dick. I revel in the unspoken communication and trust he’s giving me before I grip his head, sliding out of his mouth and slamming back in. My hips move over his face as I fuck into him.

Bentley breathes through his nose, staring up at me the whole time as my rhythm increases before I lose it altogether, chasing my high over the edge and spilling in his mouth before I can even warn him.

He swallows around me making my toes curl and prolonging my orgasm. He continues to lightly suck for a moment as my vision goes white before everything comes slamming back, making my ears ring. I find my hands massaging lightly over the sides of his head, soft hair brushing against the pads of my fingers. His head backs off unhurriedly, my hands falling away and cock slipping from his mouth as it starts to soften. I sag as my breath comes in long deep pulls and he stands up, hands still on my hips, keeping me steady. I watch him, waiting for his next move.

He leans forward, kissing me again, and my eyes flutter closed as his tongue brushes against mine and the taste of our releases mix in between us. He groans, gripping me harder as he steps back, taking me with him. I go willingly, arm wrapping around his waist while my other goes around his shoulders. We break apart for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes a few inches apart and the bliss of the moment seems to crescendo.

He suddenly spins us around, surprising me and pushing me down so I fall on his bed, hands leaving his skin to catch my weight behind me. I stare up at him as he stands over me, panting as his hungry eyes rove my face for a long minute, before he follows me down onto the bed, gripping the back of my head and kissing me deeply again. My heart splutters as I grip the back of his head, eyes falling closed.

We keep kissing as we move, shuffling back together and maneuvering ourselves underneath his comforter until our heads land on one of his pillows. Finally settled, he pulls back, leaning over me to turn off the light switch behind us, shrouding the room in moonlight from his uncovered window.

The darkness suddenly sharpens the last twenty minutes in my mind. The rest of the day filters in on a few words. Roommate. Group project.Janette.

I have a moment of panic, thinking maybe I should just go back to my room to unravel by myself, but then Bentley lays back down beside me, eyes shining and bright. We stare at each other for a few moments, breath mingling between us.

The idea of crawling out of this bed right now seems stupid.

Questions still filter in through the settling haze. Are we still just friends? Roommates? Fuck buddies?

Janette’s face swirls in again. How does she fit into all of this? I saw the way he looked at her tonight, watched over her. Saw the way his eyes roved over her the same way they roved over me. Cold fear laces through me as another question pops up.

Am I just a stand in for her?

My breathing picks up. I need to get out of this bed. My brain swims in confusion, panic setting in and freezing my tongue in place before I can make any excuses.

I lay there on my back still facing Bentley on his side. I watch as he smiles and his arm comes up across my torso, holding me. The weight of it sinks into me and I revel in his warmth, the contact scattering my thoughts for a moment in a good way. My muscles start to unlock.

“Goodnight, Axel,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed. His smile morphs into a smirk, making my chest feel even lighter. “Thanks for helping me out.”

My spine stiffens.

He chuckles a little to himself as his breathing evens out.

I keep staring at him, studying the angles of his face. His arm still comforts me, but his words slide around in my head, joining the already mounted fears.

What’s a blowjob between friends? No big deal. Thanks for helping me out. Friends. No big deal. Helping me out.

I can see him staring at Janette during the beer pong game, leaving the wall to touch her every now and then. My eyes roam his softened features, my fears giving way to dread slowly over time. My stomach twists as I remember the way she looked back at him.

I don’t know how long I stay in his bed, my heartbeat growing louder in my ears as I question if this was a mistake. If I just went to my room when I came home, I wouldn’t have had one of the best orgasms of my life. But I also wouldn’t have this ache that I just know Bentley doesn’t want to fill. Not with me.

Mason clung to me, even after I laid it out that nothing else would ever happen between us.

I don’t want to be that person to Bentley. That person he stresses over having to see. Over having to turn down yet again.

And I promised him this wouldn’t make things weird.

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