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Spurt after spurt paints the floor white as my orgasm stretches on forever. My cock throbs, painfully hypersensitive but still rock hard, as Elliot guides me through the aftershocks.

I whimper and shudder, caught between pulling away and thrusting further into his grip. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Soon, my legs are jelly, and I struggle to regulate my breathing. “Wow, Elliot. That was…wow.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, a wild expression on his face. I’ve heard Drew use the word once, and I think it fits here—debauched.

I glance down at my feet and see a generous pond of semen between them. My load tonight is impressive, even by my standards.

But it’s the sight of Elliot licking the excess off of his fingers that has me moaning and my eyes rolling back. I slump to the floor, completely spent. “Elliot, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Elliot smirks, mighty pleased with himself. “But what a way to go, right?”

I should be listeningto my professor, but I can’t focus. This morning, Elliot woke me up with a hand job, and now, I don’t think I’ll be able to wake up any other way ever again.

Despite loving what we’ve been doing since Halloween, I don’t want hand jobs to define our entire relationship. I want more with Elliot. I want to take him on a proper date and showhim how much I like him. I want to hold hands as we walk across campus, unconcerned about who notices. I want to bring him back to Elk Valley for Thanksgiving to meet my parents and Lily.

I want him to be my boyfriend.

Yes, I said it—boyfriend. The word excites and scares me. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, only boys who are friends. It’s a big step, but I’m ready.I want those relationship milestones with Elliot that I’ve seen others enjoy. First date, first kiss—well, we’ve already done that—and even the first time saying those three little words that truly cement a relationship.

It was just a few weeks ago when he moved into the Hockey House, but since then, he’s been constantly on my mind.Whether I’m in the shower, ordering a cup of coffee at The Brew, or even now, as my professor drones on with a boring lecture.

Heck, even a text from him saying, “I’m working. Stop annoying me,” makes me grin.

It’s safe to say I’m falling for him, hard and fast, with no end in sight. He makes me experience emotions I never thought possible. But before I can make any grand romantic gestures, I need to talk to someone important—Jackson Monroe.

He’s Elliot’s best friend, and his opinion matters greatly.If Jackson thinks I’m a lousy match, then I might as well hang up my skates, tuck my tail between my legs—no, I’m not talking about my dick—and move back to Colorado for good.

I need Jackson’s blessing before I take things to the next level with Elliot. I want to do this right. I want to show Elliot that I’m serious about our relationship. I don’t want him to think he’s an experiment because we’re in college.

This is the real deal.Heis the real deal.

Looking up, I notice Professor Daniels still talking about a war our forefathers fought in.God, can this class move any slower?

I’m tempted to scream that I’ve seen a spider to make things interesting. But that would probably land me in the dean’s office. Instead, I discreetly pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts until Ifind Jackson’s name.

We swapped numbers after the Halloween party, but I haven’t had a reason to text him until now.

Me

Dude! It’s Gerard. Do you have some free time later today?

My leg bounces under the desk while I wait for his response. I don’t know what I’ll do if he says no. Maybe scream. Maybe throw up. Maybe let a Zamboni run me over.

I put my phone face down on the desk and give Professor Daniels my undivided attention. Five minutes later, my phone buzzes, and I pick it up faster than you can say “hot potato.”

Jackson

I’m free as a bird. Why, what’s up?

Me

Wanna grab a bite at The Brew?

Jackson

Are you asking me out on a date?