Page 262 of Worthy

“Do you want to know what I feel like inside you? Sliding into your tight hole, stretching and filling you?”

“Oh god, yes. Oh fuuuuck,” I cry, my orgasm hitting hard with the visuals he’s painting.

“That’s it, baby. Make a mess for me.”

I’m no longer capable of coherent words or sentences. All I do is whimper and moan, shaking through the orgasm while I try to catch my breath.

He releases my cock once I’m done coming, using the cum as lube on his own dick as he continues to stroke. It’s not long before his face contorts, his eyebrows furrowing while his full lips part.

“Oh god,” he cries, looking incredibly sexy. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, yes,” I plead, watching his cock with intensity.

The white spurts of cum shoot out, landing on my stomach first before also landing on my shaft. My eyes flicker up to his face just so I can witness the euphoria in his features, and then I’m focusing on where our cum mixes together on my skin.

He wipes up some of the mess and grabs our erections once more, stroking us together.

After a minute, once we’re both breathing fairly normally, he flops down next to me.

“Holy shit,” I say with a long exhale. “That was…” I search for words that could possibly describe what I’m feeling, but none come close.

“Good?” he asks with a little nervous chuckle.

“No.” Our heads turn toward each other. “The best. Transcendental.”

His brow arches as his lips quirk. “That’s a first.”

“You’re telling me.”

Chapter Nine

I wake up in my bed with a smile on my face, my mind instantly going to the events of last night. We laid together for a few minutes before we both needed to get up and clean ourselves off. Oliver went to his room so our roommates wouldn’t catch on. It’s not like we barge in on each other, but I’m also not willing to take the chance at getting caught before I’m ready to explain.

When I look at the clock, it’s already almost noon. I guess that’s whatfrottinguntil almost four in the morning will do. I roll out of bed and find some clothes before I head into the hall.

“Morning,” Oliver says as he comes up the stairs.

“Afternoon,” I say back to him.

“Is someone worn out?” he asks with a crooked grin. I shoot a nervous glance toward Mason’s room. “He’s not here,” Oliver says. “Neither is Dameion.”

“Oh.”

“I had to go put some coffee on before I shower.” He looks down at the clothes in my hand. “Maybe we can get it done together.”

A thrill runs through me. “Yeah?”

He nods, a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah.”

“Let me brush my teeth first,” I say.

He laughs. “I’ll grab some clothes and meet you in there.”

I turn the shower on while I brush my teeth and take a piss, and before long the bathroom begins to steam up.

Oliver knocks, and as soon as I open it, he steps in and spins us around, pushing me against the door until it closes.

“I think I may already be addicted to you,” he says before planting a kiss on my mouth.

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