Page 51 of Unlovable Player

There’s no hockey this weekend, so I’ve planned to go home to see my family. I’ve seen Seb every day this week, so it shouldn’t be a big deal that I won’t get to see him this weekend. I’ve gone a lot longer without sex. Me and Alyssa did long-distance for over a year. And I didn’t die. I’ll be fine this time.

We finish our pasta and head out, Seb giving Gray a ride to class.

I wonder if Gray’s suspicious of why I’m staying in the car when he gets out, but not too hard. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if I don’t make it one.

I want to reach over and squeeze Seb’s leg in his sweatpants. The school colors look good on him. Better than blue. But I don’t want to blur the lines of whatever this is. We have clear boundaries. We fool around after we’ve finished hanging out, when we’ve finished fooling around, we go back to being friends again. Leg squeezing in cars is dangerously close to boyfriend territory.

We skip the PS5 and head straight to bed, slipping out of our clothes on the way. I stopped overanalyzing how into his body I am about two blow jobs ago. So far, he’s blown me and I’ve jerked him off. It’s perfect, but I kind of feel like I’m being selfish. And I think I want more.

He’s an amazing kisser, that bottom lip so fucking suckable. We make out for a while after we get naked. Grinding our cocks and sighing into each other’s mouths.

He guides me onto my back and starts kissing down my neck. Every fiber in me wants to lay back and let him do that amazing shit he does to me, but something stops me.

I tug his hair gently, but hard enough to pull him back to my mouth.

“You’re a good kisser,” I say. My voice sounds weird. Thick and raspy.

“Mmm, you too.”

He moves to go down and I grab the back of his neck to stop him.

Laughing, he asks, “do you want to kiss me, or do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Um, both?”

A laugh rumbles through his chest.

“You have to pick, I only have one mouth.”

“Can I um… try it on you?”

He raises an eyebrow and I almost lose my nerve.

“Am I going to say no to you blowing me?”

“Maybe when you see how bad I am at it?”

Drawing my bottom lip out with his teeth, he kisses me. “Don’t worry about that, if you want to, be my guest. I promise I won’t come in your mouth. Not unless you’re like, some secret blow-job ninja and I’m not expecting it.”

“I promise I’m not.”

I just let myself get lost on exploring his body. Forget about the pressure to perform. His skin’s warm, nipples hard and tight. His cock flush against his stomach when I stroke it on my way down to his thighs. Seb might be able to leave touching my cock to the last second, but I need all the help I can get.

He hums appreciatively when I nip at his thighs, his balls brushing the side of my face.

Fuck, you can do this. Do I want to do this?

I cup his balls as I lick the base of his cock, my own cock aching in response.

Fuck yes I want this.

“Oh fuck.”

Knowing it feels good for him turns me on. I might not be a blow-job expert, but I have experience using my tongue and I put it to good use flicking it against the slit of his cock, getting a taste of that salty pre-cum leaking out.

Breathing through my nose, I wrap my lips around the head and tentatively dip my head so the tip is inside my mouth. Feeling the warm skin of his uncut cock behind my lips is insane. Good insane. But insane.

My cock rubs against the sheets like it has a mind of its own as I suck the head, taking my time. He runs his hand through my hair and keeps his hips still, letting me get used to the taste and weight of him.

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