Power Plays & Straight A's - Eden Finley Page 0,55
be.”
He goes to open his mouth, but I shove the breakfast roll in his face.
“Eat.”
He pales a little. “I don’t know if I can …”
“It’ll make you feel better. Trust me.”
Zach takes it from me, and we both settle, sitting across my bed and using the wall as a backrest.
He has a few bites while I sip my coffee and watch him intently. It’ll either make him feel better or make him throw up. One or the other.
“It’s good.”
“You know, when I said I wanted to give you the college experience, it went a lot different in my head.”
Zach doesn’t reply. For a little guy, he eats fast. The whole thing is devoured in minutes.
He avoids eye contact like he usually does when he has something to say. “I feel like I need to explain myself.”
I take another sip of my coffee. “You don’t have—”
“I’m a virgin,” he blurts, and his cheeks go pink.
I smile. “I figured.”
His face drops. “Oh. Is it that obvious?”
Hmm, to come clean or not. “Well, at first I thought you’d had some experience, not a lot, but then I might’ve overheard you in the library the other day. I was in there trying to find the bylaws when your very loud friend was very loud.”
“Just great. The whole school probably knows.”
“It’s not a big deal, Zach.”
“It is a big deal. While everyone else was going off and doing stupid shit freshman year, I was studying. And now I’m twenty-one and have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You don’t need to know what you’re doing. You … do what feels good.”
“Kissing you feels good. What we did last night definitely felt good. But I don’t know how to reciprocate, and—”
“Then let’s take a step back. You go jump in the shower, do what you gotta do, and I promise the best damn kissing of your life.”
The confusion line on his forehead is back. “Why are you cool with this? I don’t know of many college seniors who’d be okay with abstaining. If you want to go have sex with someone else, you can. Don’t let me hold you back.”
“I don’t want to have sex with anyone else. I want to have sex with you. But I’m never going to make you do something you’re not comfortable with. If you want to get comfortable with it, I’m all for it, but this is going at your speed, okay?”
Zach chews on his bottom lip, and then moves to get out of bed.
He walks toward my bathroom, and I watch his tight ass in my baggy sweatpants that are practically falling off him.
At the last second, he looks at me over his shoulder. “Shower with me?”
I’m off the bed so fast Zach bursts out laughing.
I catch his waist on the way to the bathroom, pushing him inside and closing the door behind us even though we’re the only ones in the dorm.
“Do … do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“I do. Though, you know, you’ve had your tongue in my mouth. No, wait, you’ve had your cock in my mouth, but sharing a toothbrush is gross?”
I do an internal victory dance at Zach’s blush. I think I’m going to make it my mission to turn him that red as many times as possible today.
“Well, now I’m wondering why you have spares.”
“My mom.”
Zach huffs. “Of course. Dentist. Explains all the dental floss Seth would leave lying around our dorm too.”
We brush our teeth, but I can’t stop staring at him. I want to take his clothes—my clothes—off him.
I want to strip him down and explore his naked body in a way I didn’t get to last night.
“I should be scared by the way you’re looking at me, but I’m not.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like I’m about to lose my virginity in a shower.”
I laugh. “Nope. I’m being a good boy.”
“Hmm, I wonder how long that will last.” Zach rinses his mouth, then takes off his glasses and places them on the vanity. He reaches for the hem of my shirt.
It flies over his head and hits the ground.
The sweatpants go next.
My hands go slack, the toothbrush now dangling from my mouth. “Not long at all.”
Zach is naked. Completely naked. In my bathroom.
His cock is half-hard, and I flashback to last night when I was on my knees in a different bathroom. I want him in my mouth again.
The thing that gets me the most is his hesitant smile that’s somehow so fucking confident at the same time.