Page 49 of Unloved

I don’t normally need my car to make my way around campus, but every now and then I’m a little too lazy to walk my ass home after training.

Side by side we walk up the three flights of stairs to my dorm room. It’s not much, but it’s a single—the only saving grace. When we both step over the threshold, the air suddenly feels a little too thick and the space much too small.

We’ve been here a hundred times together, but we have yet to be alone together since that night at Rhys’s house. We were either with a group of people or with Rhys, and what we have with Rhys is intimate, but it’s a different kind of intimacy.

It’s more on the slow and steady, heavy on the emotional.

The lock of the door echoes around the room, and my body reacts to it like a starting pistol. My hands and mouth can’t get to him quickly enough. Careful of his collarbone, I press him up against the door as gently as I can manage.

My lips fuse to his, full of longing and desperation and a crazy rush of excitement. It doesn’t matter how many times my mouth has touched his, the freedom to be able to do so makes my dick impossibly hard. I’d been a stupid fool, trying to tell myself that I didn’t need this.

That I didn’t needhim.

Before I met Lennox, I had only ever been with girls. Nothing serious, but never anything to make me doubt my sexuality. I lost my virginity on prom night like ninety-nine percent of boys my age. I didn’t overthink it, and it wasn’t mind-blowing or anything special.

But with Lennox, kissing alone makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. Like I could be anyone and do anything as long as his mouth never left mine.

“Sammy. Sammy. Sammy,” Lennox says in between kisses, knowing very well just how crazy it makes me.

“I’ve only got one good arm,” he says. “So you’re going to have to listen and do everything I say.”

My mouth makes its way down the side of his neck, licking and sucking, as I listen and wait for his instructions.

“Pull my cock out.”

I drag my hand down his chest and then boldly unbutton his jeans. I shove them down to mid-thigh and then run the heel of my hand up and down his hard length.

“I didn’t say you could tease me,” he pants.

Pressing my lips to his, I let my tongue sweep the inside of his mouth, tasting his desire. Without further instruction, I push down his boxer briefs, tucking the material behind his balls, his cock standing to attention in my hand.

His skin is hot, his length heavy and hard. I let my gaze drop down to his dick and then back up to his face.

His eyes are burning with lust while our kiss glistens on his lips.

My hand moves up and down his cock, stroking it as if it were my own, just the way I like it. I squeeze the head, making him hiss, and pre-cum decorates my fingertips.

“Now it’s your turn,” he breathes. “Show me yours now that I’ve shown you mine.”

I’m like a fumbling virgin, shoving down my sweats and briefs at the same time. I feel like I’m about to explode, and he hasn’t even touched me.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

Pressing myself to him, my mouth melds to his just as he uses his free hand to bring our cocks together. A loud groan leaves my mouth as he wraps his big hand around us and starts stroking.

The kiss turns frantic as he expertly brings me to the brink and back again.

“I want you to come, Sammy baby.”

Over and over, he stops and starts. Fast strokes, slow strokes. Soft strokes, rough strokes.

My body begins to tremble as heat curls around the base of my spine.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant to myself.

“Come,” he commands.

My mouth falters, but my body obeys. My head falls onto his shoulder, my breathing ragged, as his touch intensifies and my arousal reaches uncharted levels.

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