Secret Admirer - D.J. Jamison Page 0,55
on the wall.
I shot a grin over my shoulder, reassured he wasn’t too upset, and disposed of the condom in a trashcan. The guys were still hooting “clever” remarks in the hallway as I dragged on a pair of shorts and opened the door a crack.
“Fuck off, you guys. You’re ruining the afterglow.”
“There’s afterglow?” Keith said. “Aw, isn’t that sweet?”
“Fuck off,” I repeated, “or I’ll make sure we’re all outside your door embarrassing Lisa next time she stays over.” Keith’s girlfriend stayed over after most of our parties, and we’d all heard them getting busy.
I shot a look to Cooper. “Or maybe I’ll hide your stash.”
The other kid, a new rush named Emory, was already sidling away. “And you,” I called. “You’re on bathroom cleanup the rest of the week.”
“What, you can’t do that!”
“I can if Keith backs me up.” I glared at him. “What’s it gonna be?”
Keith raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry. Yeah, the kid will pay.” He smirked. “Just don’t hurt my chances with Lisa. She’s already skittish about staying over.”
I rolled my eyes. “I wonder why.”
The guys tossed out halfhearted apologies, Keith raising his voice to be heard by Benji, before heading off. I slipped across the hall to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth, before returning to Benji. I doubted he’d want to venture out for a shower after that display.
Returning to him, I pulled back the bedsheet and swiped the rag over his stomach, watching his muscles contract. “Too cold?” I asked, glancing up toward him.
His cheeks were red. “It’s fine. Just ticklish.”
“I hope those guys didn’t embarrass you too much,” I said as I moved the cloth lower, cleaning his soft cock and balls, lifting his legs back to clean up lube.
“Not as much as this is,” Benji said, sounding flustered.
His cock was half-hard again, and I smirked. “Are you embarrassed or turned on?” I licked the tip of his cock and he gave a startled gasp.
“My ass couldn’t handle another go,” he said.
“Sore?” I frowned in concern, tossing the washcloth aside. “Did I go at you too hard?”
He shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Maybe I should check for tearing—”
“Ace! I’m fine,” he said, sounding exasperated. “I just lost my virginity, that’s all.”
Our eyes met, the reality sweeping over us both in the same moment. Technically, he’d lost his virginity when we started sharing orgasms. But fucking him, that felt bigger somehow. Not that it was more important. I was pretty fucking content with hand jobs and blow jobs and kissing him every time I wanted, but merging bodies like that? Benji granting me access to his body that no one else had ever had? Yeah, it felt pretty monumental.
I pulled him close, kissing him. “What do you want to do now?” He looked confused, so I added, “Want a blow job or pizza, or we can laze around in bed and watch something on my laptop?”
His lips twitched. “Um, all of the above?”
Laughing, I pushed him down in the bed and kissed him hard. “Blow job first then. It can be my appetizer.”
Winking, I kissed my way down the center of his stomach, nosing at the thin trail of red hair to my prize below. He was already hard by the time I sucked him into my mouth.
He tasted like skin and water, mostly, thanks to my cleanup. But it wasn’t his taste that made me love this act so much, it was the feel of him — a hard core covered in soft skin — on my tongue. I’d always been a pretty oral guy, and sucking him, exploring with my tongue to find new ways to draw gasps and sweet whimpers from him was my new favorite game.
He lasted longer than the first time I’d done this, when he’d cried out a warning and come in about two minutes’ flat. He’d been embarrassed by that, but I’d felt pretty awesome about making him lose it, even if I knew it was a lack of experience that had him coming so fast. Today, having come once already, he was able to enjoy the full experience, and I was able to experiment more. Win-win.
When he finally tugged my hair and choked out “coming,” I drew back, watching him come over my hand, wondering if I should have tried letting him come in my mouth. I’d tasted my own spunk, though, and it wasn’t exactly fine cuisine.
Retrieving the washcloth, I cleaned him up once again and kissed him. “Okay, now pizza. I’ll go