Page 11 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Lance

I rush to the door, overwhelmed by everything that’s happened—from what I felt for Ty when I first saw his erection, to getting the idea to stroke him off, to finishing the job.

What started off as curiosity turned into a damned obsession. A mission to get to take him all the way. Reading his body and studying his cock made me feel a delicious rush.

In the moment when I was making him stiffer in my grasp, I wasn’t myself but a sex god, with total control over Ty’s pleasure. I was feral with desire, not using my head. Just acting off these innate impulses that drove me until he came all over himself.

And when I saw him soaked with his cum, all I wanted to do was lean down and take a quick lick. I nearly did until, in a moment, I was no longer hypnotized by his cock and able to regain my senses.

Even though Ty said he wanted me to jerk him off, went right along with my suggestions, I worry I pushed us too far. He wanted to experiment, maybe have me rub on him, not have me jerking him to finishing on his chest.

And oh, how he finished, the white streaks across his perfect flesh.

I’m at the door, grabbing the knob, when Ty says, “Lance, wait a minute.”

I whirl around to face him, and he isn’t wearing his shirt anymore. Guess he threw it off so he wouldn’t get it soaked in the cum that’s still over him.

My mouth waters as I study the little spots glistening on him.

Ty blinks erratically, like he’s struggling to recover from what was obviously a mind-blowing orgasm. “Did I do something wrong?”

“ You ?” I’m offended by the question. What could have been wrong about the way he lay there, writhing about and moaning while he let me pump one out of him? “Not at all. I just didn’t mean to make it weird and get so into it…”

“I told you I wanted you to do that, and you think you made it weird?”

He’s right, but this whole experience was like another person stepped into my body and took over. Even now as he’s acting so nice about it all, I’m waiting for him to say something like, What the hell got into you?

Instead, he says, “Seriously, are you okay?”

I’m used to Ty being cocky or a bit of an asshole, but now I’m seeing a rare expression for him—concern, for me. And I must admit, it’s nice.

“I…don’t know,” I confess.

He moves closer, and my gaze drifts across his torso, taking in the streaks of white. I lick my lips again, wondering where this impulse to run my tongue through it all is even coming from.

He rests his hand on my arm. He’s touched me before, but it’s never felt like fire grazing across my flesh.

“Lance, come on. After what we just did, pretty sure there’s not much you can’t talk to me about. ”

“So you’re fine with how far it went?” I study his expression, searching for any sign of regret or discomfort.

His eyebrows shift with his smirk. “ Fine isn’t really the word I’d use.

” He strokes across my arm with his thumb, and my dick perks right back up.

“And obviously, if you don’t want to do anything else, I get it, but I’d hate to be rude.

Feel like it’s my job to make sure you get off before heading out. ”

The way he’s drinking me in, I can only imagine how the women he’s been with have felt when he’s set that look on them.

I check the bulge in my pants, which is fucking straining, because I don’t know if I’ve ever been so swollen in these jeans before.

Part of me thinks I should bolt while I have the chance.

But with everything that’s happened, and how hard I am right now, I’m too curious to deny myself this.

“But,” he adds, “if you’ve changed your mind, that’s totally fine too. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll understand—”

“No, it’s fine.”

“ Only fine?” His smirk shifts into a grin.

Given everything that’s happened, it shouldn’t shock me that he’d want to do this too, but my mind can’t accept that he’s anything other than my straight rival Ty, even with all the facts I have that tell me that can’t be right.

He runs his hand down my arm, caressing until his touch breaks away from my skin and gravitates to my crotch. He applies gentle pressure, and my cock pulses with the sensation as he moves even closer.

The twist of his lips as he rubs along my shaft sends a burst of excitement pulsing through me. “Mmmm…you like that?”

“Clearly.”

“Then I bet you’ll really like this…” His touch abandons my cock while he unfastens my belt, then unzips my fly, sliding his hand beneath my trunks, gripping my cock .

A rush shoots up my spine, goose bumps pricking across my arms as he gets hold of me, his eyes meeting mine as he offers that first stroke.

My mouth falls open as waves of sensation pulse through me before he strokes back up and there’s another wave.

He moves slowly at first, like I did when I was trying to get a feel for what I was doing.

“You did a really good job with my cock, so I feel like I have my work cut out for me.”

He offers another sweeping movement, running the full length of my shaft, and I tremble from the excitement it stirs.

He chuckles. “That’s what you like, isn’t it? I like it more toward the head, but you like feeling it all the way to the base, don’t you?”

He’s not wrong. It’s something I had to work out while I was jerking him off, studying his expressions and the way his breath hitched. Now he’s doing the same to me.

He leans closer, whispering in my ear, “Uh-huh. Think I’m right.”

The way his breath hits my flesh is too much for me, and I roll my head back, embracing the sensation.

“Fuck.” I moan.

“Oh, you like that too?” he asks, guiding me until my back’s against the door.

He firms his grip on me as he whispers, “Dirty Lance learning a lot of new things about himself too today, isn’t he?

” His lips graze my earlobe while he continues working my cock, the pressure in me intensifying quickly.

“Showing me things about me, and now it’s my turn.

” He stops stroking for a moment, and my body goes into panic mode as I search around to figure out what he’s doing before he runs his hand through the cum on his torso.

“You want a taste?”

I feel so transparent. Like he’s reading my goddamn mind, and I don’t even have a problem with it because he can’t know how bad I want to taste him right now.

He raises his fingers to my lips. “Go ahead. Take it, Stud.”

I lean forward, running my tongue on the bottom of his fingers, but as the taste hits, I move forward and take his fingers into my mouth, sucking gently. My chest swells with excitement as swirls of sensation spiral through my body.

How could such a simple act get me so worked up?

While I finish sucking up his cum, he spits in his free hand before wrapping it around my cock. Keeping his fingers in my mouth, I moan.

“Yeah, you really had a good trick up your sleeve there. Had to steal it.”

His slippery palm moves faster, up and down, driving me wild as I keep sucking on his fingers even though I’ve lapped up every bit of cum.

“I think you’re getting close,” he says as my ass clenches from all the pressure, moving toward the urgency until he moves close to my ear again. “Come on, Lance, give it to me. Let’s see what your load looks like.”

And with those words, it’s over for me as my body erupts in a fit. I press my hands tight against the door behind me as the pressure finally releases.

Ty snickers. “Fuck, that’s it,” he says, and once I manage to open my eyes, I see him watching my cock, surely as fascinated by seeing me come as I was with him.

I pant, trying to catch my breath as Ty’s gaze meets mine.

Despite all the discomfort and uneasiness I had after getting him off, the satisfaction on his face takes all that away. Now I’m just blissed out, accepting that I’ll have to figure out later all the confusing bits.

“Well,” I say. “I guess we learned a thing or two from this session after all.”

“Maybe more than just two, but yeah.”

I laugh, noticing how much the tension I had coming into Sigma Alpha has eased up.

“So…what does this mean?” I ask.

“Means…I think you need to swing by again so that I can determine…” He leans closer. “Exactly how sensitive these ears of yours are.”

Once again, I feel my nerves vibrating with excitement with how he’s stimulating them.

“Seriously, though, we’re going to do that again, right?” I ask.

I must sound so goddamn pathetic because I’m desperate.

“Lance, I still have my hand around your dick. What do you think?”

“I mean, I don’t know. Don’t you usually hit it and quit it with girls?”

That’s my real fear. I know how he is, and if this is the last time he’s ever gonna touch me, fuck, what the hell am I gonna do?

“Maybe that’s the issue,” he says, studying my expression. “I haven’t hit it yet.”

And there go my cheeks again as I recognize a familiar, determined expression.

“So much for thinking we’re straight, huh?” I ask, which makes him laugh.

Because yeah, that was as not straight as it gets.