Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,57
of muscle in his chest and arms. I wanted him beneath me and all over me, and yet, I didn’t want to stop looking at him just like this.
Dobbs stared at me just as hard, wetting his lips like he saw something he wanted to eat. I sure as hell hoped that was true.
He raised an arm and pointed. “Bed, now.” He tried to sound commanding, but his voice shook with desire. I knew exactly how he felt.
I launched myself onto the rust-colored bedspread. “Come here.”
Dobbs stepped over but hesitated just out of my reach, gazing down at me. “Wow.”
The stare made me antsy and happy and horny as hell. It was nice to be admired by someone I admired back, and how weird was it that I was thinking that way about a guy I used to call king of the Poins. But staring wasn’t enough. “Wow yourself. Get the fuck down here.”
He crawled on the bed like a slinky cat and slithered up next to my body. “We can suck, frot, or fuck. What’s your pleasure?”
Everything. But one thing most of all. On a long exhale, I said, “God, sucking sounds really good. And I’m tested and negative, by the way.” Even the idea of it had me ready to explode.
“Sounds good to me too. I’ve been so busy with Quiz Bowl, I haven’t had time for hookups.”
I was dubious. Who wouldn’t want Dobbs? “Seriously?”
He whispered, “Would it sound better if I said I abstained because I was hoping for you?”
The pure sex in his voice made me shiver. “Way better. Say it again, and I might even believe it.”
One corner of his mouth turned up in a hint of a smile. “If it’s not true, it’s only because I’m not that much of an optimist, Jesse Knox.”
Oh crap, he was a hell of a good talker, but I couldn’t take feels right now. I needed sex, raw and simple. “Well, now’s your chance,” I croaked, lifting my hips a little.
Holding my gaze, he slid down the bed toward the desired target.
God, that was hot. The anticipation was so great, I could barely breathe. It had been quite a while since I’d had sex of any kind that didn’t involve lube and my own digits. Masturbation got the job done, but it sure as fuck wasn’t the same as a hot mouth or a warm body. And I was hungry for all of it. “Wait. I want to suck you too. Swing around.”
His eyes went even hotter. With some enthusiasm, he scooted around so his luscious cock was temptingly near my mouth. Jesus. It was even more impressive from this angle. And I wanted it. I wanted it now, and I wanted it a thousand times. And that…was something I would think about much, much later.
I stuck out my tongue and took a lick of his silky head. Salty, a little musky, and sweet. Fucking ambrosia. I sucked him in and just kept going until he was sliding into my throat. The way he filled my mouth thrilled me.
“Oh God!” His yell bounced off the walls.
I backed off, smiling and shushing. “Shh. We’ve got neighbors.”
He whispered, “Sorry. But for fuck sake, don’t stop.”
At that moment, my cock slid into a hot mouth and…oh. My eyes rolled back in my head. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I had to clench my jaw very hard to keep from coming.
I reached down and held his head still for a moment until the wave backed off. He obeyed, not moving, but his tongue lazily rubbed ever so slightly against my shaft.
“Fucking hell, Dobbs,” I ground out. I almost said even that’s too much, but I didn’t because it felt really, really nice. And after a moment, I realized I was ramping down slowly, despite that delicious tickle.
“Mmm,” he murmured, sounding pleased.
I took a deep breath, released his head, and brought his cock back to my mouth, letting him fill me up. We set up a rhythm, giving and taking, in and out. He’d suck, and I’d thrust. I’d suck, and he’d thrust. Back and forth, deeper and deeper, both our tongues exploring every hidden crevice. It was heaven. The scent, slurping sounds, silky feel, and wonderful mystery of him in my mouth wrapped me in a cloud of sex, every sense stimulated and tingling, at the same time his heavy pulls on my cock shot electric bolts into my balls, ramping me higher and higher.