Page 43 of Crossing Lines

I quickened the pace of the dildo and crept down his body, my mouth watering. I wanted to make him feel even better. While I worked the dildo inside his hole, I fisted his dick and licked up the underside of his shaft, then flicked my tongue at the slit. His salty precum flooded my mouth.

His cock jerked and his skin pebbled over his thighs. “Fuck me, now, Jonah,” he gritted out.

“Hell yes.” I slipped the dildo from his ass, then threw his legs over my shoulders and folded him in half. “Ready?” Looking down at his stunning face, I lubed my cock and pressed the head against his puckered hole.

“Yes, more than ready.” He dug his fingers into my shoulders. “Kiss me.”

Slowly, I filled him with my cock, the tight heat of his body enveloping me, nothing between us. I fell over him, my elbows propped on either side of his head. I’d never been this close to another soul. Holy hell, I loved him. Claiming his mouth in heated kisses, I rocked my hips, easing in and out of him. Tension coiled in my gut as pleasure tingled over me.

He gasped and moaned, slanting his mouth over mine and penetrating me with his tongue, tugging me close to him.

We continued slow fucking for a good few minutes, our bodies caught in carnal bliss, our mouths fused in lingering kisses. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I brushed my knuckles down his cheek. Was I drawing this out? Hell yeah. I wanted it to last forever.

He adjusted his hips and broke our kisses with a groan. “Oh fuck, right there. Go faster.” Sneaking his hand between us, he stroked his weeping cock. In a ragged voice, he said, “Need to come, Jonah. Don’t want to yet, but I need to.”

God, when he said my name like that… A jolt of sensation burst up my spine and my dick pulsed. “I’m close.” I quickened my pace, slapping my balls against his ass with each thrust. My cock grew sensitive, and the edge of climax surged through me. “Fuck, coming.” I tensed my brows and dropped my mouth open, releasing moan after moan into the room, spurting my cum inside him.

Pumping his shaft, he cried out and threw his head back as hot ribbons of cum painted our chests and stomach.

As it all slowed, he lowered his legs to the bed and swiped his soiled hand on his chest. “That was so good.”

I fell over him and nuzzled my face into his neck, his stickycum between us. “Best ever.” I hugged my arms around his shoulders. Could I stay the night? But fuck, what would I tell the guys?

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to use a condom.” He stroked the back of my hair with his clean hand. “I’m glad you didn’t, but I would have understood if you did.”

I lifted my head, gazing into his stunning blue eyes. “I trust you.” And I loved him, but that wasn’t something you said after basically the first real date. Jesus, I’d fallen fast and hard for him.

“Good.” He wrinkled his brows. “You know, at practice tomorrow, I’m going to have a hard time not thinking about this when I see you.”

With a chuckle, I said, “Same.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “When can we be together again?” We had an away game this weekend, which meant everyone would be in each other’s business.

“Probably not until next week, don’t you think?” He tilted his head over his pillow, his curls splayed out around his head.

I huffed. “Fuck, I want to spend time with you.” I twisted my lips, darting my gaze away from his. No way I wasn’t sneaking into his hotel room at some point. But I wouldn’t mention it now. He’d only tell me not to. No, it had to be a surprise. I quirked the corner of my mouth.

“What the hell are you thinking about?” He side-eyed me, brushing his finger pads up and down my back, leaving a tickle.

“Nothing.” I planted a quick kiss on his lips. Maybe I’d bring something special on the trip for us. I always roomed with Archer, and he knew about us, so it wouldn’t be a problem.

“I’m not sure I believe you.” He sighed. “But you should probably get home.” He pushed me to the side and sat up, then raked his bangs off his forehead. “What are you going to tell your roommates?”

“I’m not going to tell them anything. It’s not like they’re my parents. They don’t have to know everywhere I go.” I teased a fold in his duvet. “They’re probably all studying or might evenbe in bed already.” I could hope. But if Mason or Ace were up, they’d probably ask where I’d been. I had a sneaking suspicion they weren’t buying my excuses.

“Okay.” Pursing his lips, he climbed off his bed. “I need to get cleaned up. Your, um…” He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Your cum is sliding back out.” He hurried to his en suite bathroom and shut the door.

“Oh.” Choking out a laugh, I nodded, then yelled, “I came hard, so I dropped quite a load.” It was kind of hot, knowing my cum was inside him and he’d probably be carrying some of it inside his body through tomorrow. Okay, really fucking hot. I tsked. “What is wrong with you, Jonah?”

Through the closed door, he said, “Yes, you did.”

I stood and walked toward the door, knocking on it. “Can I come in now?” I had to clean up too.

He swung the door open with a wet washcloth in his hand, his hair a mop of curls. “Yes.” He stepped aside.

I walked into the room. I didn’t want to go home. What excuse could I use to stay with him?

He wiped my chest and stomach down, then rinsed the washcloth and cleaned my dick and balls. “There, all done.” He ran water through the washcloth again.

“I’ll go and get dressed then.” I ambled into his bedroom, plucked my clothes off the floor, and slid my briefs and jeans up my legs. How the hell could I stay? I pulled my shirt over my head and tugged the hem over my jeans. “Um, what if, what if?—”

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