Page 54 of Playing Rough

London's eyes lighten, like clouds parting to make room for the sun. He leans in until our lips meet in the softest, gentlest kiss I think we’ve ever shared. My heart swells, overflowing with this boy who's come to mean everything.

Every-fucking-thing to me.

The taste of him is sweet, like the tiramisu I packed us for dessert and something uniquely London. I deepen the kiss and he moans into my mouth, sending heat curling through me.

When we pull apart, London's cheeks are flushed, and his pupils are blown. He looks at me like I'm the only person in the world. He makes me feel invincible.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he says, voice husky. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you."

I trace his cheekbone with my thumb, still awestruck by his beauty. How the hell did I not see it before? "Right back at you, Hotshot."

We lean in again and forget everything around us; the ocean breeze hugging us like a blanket.

As we make out, I realize this is the first time we've kissed outside of our rooms or hidden corners of campus. And it feels so right, like we were always meant to be here together.

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RIOT

London pullsme on top of him, his hands gripping my hips. He kisses me hard and deep, like he's trying to crawl inside me. I groan into his mouth, the heat building in my gut.

I grind down against him, my cock hardening as his tongue tangles with mine. His fingers dig into my ass, urging me closer as he thrusts up against me.

The air is thick with desire; the ocean crashing below us. But all I can focus on is London beneath me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

It's cold as hell out here, but I can't even feel it because the heat between us is scorching. London's hands slip under my shirt, his calloused palms skating up my back.

"You're so fucking hot," he rasps against my lips. "I want to taste every inch of you."

I shudder at the thought of his mouth on me, licking and sucking me until I'm a trembling mess and coming down his throat. I've been craving him since the last time we did this and I'm down for whatever he wants to do right now. This week's been torture trying to keep my hands off of him while he recovers from his concussion, but right now I don't wanna hold back.

I kiss him hungrily, my tongue sliding against his. He moans into my mouth and bites my lip until he draws blood as he grinds up against me again, our cocks rubbing together through our jeans.

Fuck, it feels good. But I want more. Nothing’s ever enough with London.

I sit back, straddling his hips as I pull off my shirt and toss it aside. London stares up at me, eyes dark with hunger.

"My mouth is fucking watering, Golden Boy," he says in a rough sex-laced voice. His eyes trace over my abs, lingering on the trail of hair leading below my waistband.

I smirk down at him, loving how turned on he is by me. "Then what are you waiting for?"

London's eyes spark with an intensity that makes my cock twitch, and he sits up, pushing me off him. He kneels between my legs, his hands skimming over my thighs as he leans in.

I groan as he mouths over my cock through my jeans, the friction making my head spin. He looks up at me through his lashes as he works me over, his lips wet and swollen already.

Fuck, it's so hot watching him go down on me. I run my fingers through his hair as he unzips my jeans and tugs them down.

"Jesus Christ," London rasps as he takes in my cock straining against my boxer briefs. He palms himself through his jeans, like he's trying to relieve the ache.

"Get your fucking mouth on me, Hotshot," I growl out.

London smirks up at me before tugging down my boxers and taking me into his mouth. I groan as his tongue swirls around the tip, brushing across my piercing while his hand pumps the base of my cock. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.

It's fucking incredible. The way he looks up at me, eyes dark with lust, is enough to make me come immediately.

I grip his hair as he takes me deeper, his throat working me over. He’s learned from the last time he had my dick in his mouth. He moans around me; the vibrations sending sparks shooting through my body.

"Fuck, London," I gasp out. "That feels so good."

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