Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,56

shoved Jesse backward onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

“So no practice then?” Jesse teased, but his eyes were dark with desire, and where our hips met, he was already hard as steel. His palms were hot on my waist.

“On the contrary. I think it’s imperative that we practice this.” I leaned down and kissed him.

Chapter Fifteen

Jesse

Holy shit, this is really happening!

I stared up into Dobbs’s dark eyes so close above mine, and for a second, the panic almost overwhelmed the desire. Well, maybe not almost since my cock felt like it could penetrate denim, thereby allowing me to sell it to the military as a new WMD. But I’d trained myself to freak at the slightest hint that anybody from school thought I was gay, and now I had a hot-as-sin Poin sitting on my crotch.

Dobbs whispered, “What do you like?” His Adam’s apple jumped, so he wasn’t totally Mr. Cool although he was pretty smooth. “Are you a virgin?”

Heat leaped to my cheeks, and I started to give a wounded alpha male answer, but it made sense he’d ask. Hell, how would he know since I was so far in the closet I had moth balls on my breath. “No.”

He cocked his head like he wanted details. At that point, I was prepared to give him anything as long as he didn’t move away.

“I, uh, know a guy who lives about twenty miles from Mercy Creek who—”

“Wait. Is this the guy with the rainbow decal?”

I smiled. “No. This guy was totally in the closet. Anyhow, he went to my high school but graduated before me. He figured me out, and we, uh, did stuff.”

“Oooh, an older man.” Dobbs rocked on me slightly, and I had to bite back a groan.

“A little older. Actually, he was quarterback on the football team when I first started as running back.”

Dobbs circled his hips in a slow, sweet grind. The friction against my cock and the feel of his stiff dick caused my already-thick blood to pool like warm molasses right where he was pressing. Oh God.

He purred, “Big man on campus, hmm?”

I panted. “Very big actually.”

He leaned in and nibbled on my ear. “And what did he do with that big, uh, reputation?”

Oh God, why was this conversation so hot? “Used it for the good of his running back.”

“And did you run to get more?”

I murmured directly into his ear. “Every. Chance—" Lick. “—I got.”

Dobbs moaned. “And what are you running for now, big man?”

“You and that towel-raising cock of yours.” Hell, I almost came just whispering the words.

“Shit. We need to get naked.” He kissed down my neck, his hips still circling and humping. “But I don’t want to stop long enough to do it.”

I didn’t want him to stop. But the idea of feeling his skin against me, of being able to see, and touch—and taste—that hot cock that was pressed against me, was enough to make me move. I pushed him off so hard he fell onto the bed beside me.

“Do it. Get naked. And hurry,” I said, already pulling on the hem of my shirt.

He flashed me a molten look and started to strip off his clothes.

I sat up, ripped my shirt over my head, and then took a breath. Under my straining jeans was the cock that ate Rhode Island, and I was pretty sure my boxer briefs weren’t going to do anything to disguise it.

I side-eyed Dobbs who, funnily enough, seemed to be stuck at exactly the same place. He stood beside the bed, bare-chested, thumbs slid into the waistband of his jeans that were gaping open over his tighty-whities, but he wasn’t moving. At that moment, he side-eyed me, we both burst out laughing, and dragged our jeans and briefs to the floor, stepped out, and tossed them on the overladen chair.

We turned and faced each other at the same time, cocks so erect they slapped our abdomens.

The laughter died in my throat. Holy shit. I could come just looking at Dobbs. I was riveted on his cock and every second I stared, every beat of my overactive heart, ratcheted up the flame in my balls. His cock was like I remembered from the steam room. Hell, remembered? More like mind melded on my brain—long, thick, and veiny with that big mushroom head. I wanted to sink to my knees and worship it. But I made myself take in all of him—the strength of his long lean thighs, and the perfect rise