Page 90 of Crossing Lines

Brushing his thumb over my knuckles, he said, “Guess we won’t get to finally hang out around campus together.” He choked out a soft laugh. “Maybe you’ll need to stay with her, I mean, you did last time, right?” He pressed his lips together.

“I don’t know, Jonah. Everything is up in the air. It all hinges on what the doc says at her appointment.” A deep ache knottedin my chest. He was right. If it looked bad, I’d need to drop everything to go home. She’d need me.

“I understand.” He nodded and hung his head. “I’ll miss you. Fuck, I miss you now.” His gaze swept to mine. “I just want to be with you like a normal couple. We’ll do that someday, right?”

“We will.” I cupped his cheek and pressed a deep kiss on his lips, then set my forehead on his. “No matter what happens, we’ll find a way to each other. I promise you that.”

Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he drew me into his chest and whispered in my ear, “I want you now, Ryan. It’s been so long.”

“Come on.” Fuck it all to hell. We needed each other, Owen be damned. I rose up with his hand still entwined in mine and guided him to my bedroom. “Can you spend the night?” We could have tonight before the mess caught up to us completely.

“Hell yes.” He dropped his team sweats and underwear to the floor and shucked off his athletic shirt. “I can study from here, right?” He gave me a coy smile.

“You can.” I undressed, tossing my clothing to the floor, then climbed into bed and under the covers. We might not leave my bedroom all night. I lifted the covers for Jonah as he slid in.

We lay on our sides facing each other, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes, our hands tucked under the pillows.

“Were you really beating off when you sent me those text messages?” I skimmed my hand down his side and over his rippled stomach muscles.

His breath hitched and his abs clenched. “I’m not telling.” He leaned in and brushed his lips to mine, tentative at first, then harder, as if kissing me for the first time. Winding his hand around the back of my head, he shifted closer.

I slanted my mouth over his, deepening the kisses with my tongue, my cock tingling and lengthening as if seeking him out. I groaned. “God, I missed this.” Shimmying even closer to him,my solid cock brushed against his. A shiver swept over my heated skin.

“Need you,” he said in a husky voice, nibbling down my jaw and neck.

Skimming my hand lower, I wrapped my hand around both our cocks and stroked as my hips rocked, rubbing our shafts together. Sensation coiled inside me.

He gasped. “Oh fuck. Feels good.” Finding my mouth again, his kisses grew hungry, claiming me again and again.

We needed to be together. I didn’t want to end up apart for months at a time. As a shudder flickered up my spine, my breath caught. “Fuck me, Jonah, and make it last.” Who knew when we’d have each other again?

“Yeah?” He brushed his hand over my nipple, then kneaded it between his fingers, his rocking hips matching my rhythm.

Pleasure pulsed from my chest to my cock and it jerked in my hand. “Fuck…” I left him to roll onto my back. He was everything to me. All I’d ever wanted in the world. “Come on.” I guided him between my legs, then slid the nightstand drawer open and fished out the lube. “First, more of this.”

As he hovered over me on his straight arms and knees, I slathered lube on my fingers. “Okay.” I set the lube aside on the nightstand and waved him down. When his cock neared mine, I stroked it, slicking it, then my own.

“Oh, damn. That feels good.” With a smirk, he dropped to his elbows and rutted against me, our slippery cocks rubbing together. With a gasp, he ground on me, his brows tensing, then bit his lower lip. “This maybe feels a little too good.”

“Don’t stop.” I clutched the globes of his ass, urging him on. “Kiss me, Jonah.” My gaze met his as a shock of desire wound through me.

He freed a stuttered breath. “Slow down, I’m close.” As his mouth dropped to mine, he snuck his tongue between my lips.

Tangling my tongue with his, I slowed our pace, our bodies writhing together in a carnal dance. If only he knewwhat I was willing to give up for him. How deep my love for him was. As sensation built to a dangerous level, I halted our motions. “Fuck me now.” I pushed on his shoulders.

Through heavy breaths, he said, “Yeah.”

As I lifted my knees on either side of his hips, he sat up on tucked legs and lubed his fingers and cock, hissing as he stroked himself. “You’ve really got me worked up right now. I’m surprised I haven’t blown all over you yet.” He arched a brow at me.

“It’s a testament to your unwavering self-control.” I snickered and caressed his inner thigh, watching the skin pebble.

“Uh-huh. With you, I usually have none.” He fell over me but angled to the side and slipped his fingers into my crevice. “I’m having a hard time not just sticking it in, you know?”

“Don’t worry, I don’t need too much prep.” I quirked my lips. In fact, I wanted it to hurt so I could feel him after. As his finger circled my hole, my dick bobbed off my stomach and dribbled precum.

“Okay, ready?” He glanced at me, then worked his finger inside me, his own dick leaking over my stomach. Pumping his finger over my prostate, he groaned. “Fuck, Ryan, this is torture. I want inside you.”

“Then do it.” As we shifted on the bed, I pulled my knees into my armpits. I was ready enough. My balls ached and drew up.

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