Page 19 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Ty

F ucking Lance Fehn.

Lying in his bed, looking hot as sin.

There’s something about him being naked when I haven’t so much as taken my shirt off that excites me. He feels so vulnerable right now, like he’s mine to do whatever I want to.

I approach the bed, looming over him, enjoying the uncertainty in his expression, that he doesn’t know what I’ll do to satisfy him first. Although, the way my mouth’s watering, I already know what I want, so I lean down and hook my arms under his thighs, my face near his cock.

“You know I’ve been thinking about this since I last had a taste, right?”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, but I notice his dick stiffen.

“Apparently, you want me to taste it too.”

“If you want it so bad, why aren’t you just going for it?”

“Because I like the idea of teasing you a bit, even if it means restraining myself from everything I really want to do to you.”

I offer a quick lick, then move down, starting at the base of his shaft, sliding up to the head. Just to remind him what my tongue feels like against his flesh.

“Tastes as good as I remember,” I whisper. “It makes me greedy, but I don’t just want to get you off tonight. I want to drive you out of your goddamn mind.” Pulling my tongue back, I let him feel my breath against his flesh before offering the subtlest of licks.

He releases a deep, resonant moan that tingles in my chest.

“You keep letting me know how much you enjoy it like that,” I say, “and I’m gonna have a hard time torturing you.”

“Fucking hell,” he says, straining.

I offer another lick, and he moans again, even louder. It still has that true ring to it, but like he isn’t holding back anymore, like I lured it out of him with the promise of doing more.

Between how it hits and knowing I give him that kind of pleasure, I realize he’s not the only one I’m torturing like this, so I let go. I slide the tip of his cock into my mouth, driving down to the base, enjoying that familiar sensation of it pushing up against the insides of my cheeks.

“Ty,” he breathes as his fingers thread through my hair.

Never would have thought my name could sound so good, but there’s something about hearing how much Lance wants this that drives me wild.

Has me taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

When I pull back, I work the head with my tongue, determined to impress him.

His moans, the subtle movements of his body as he arches his back and thrusts into my mouth assure me it’s working.

Once my mouth is satisfied, I kiss up his body, nibbling and licking, trying to taste as much of him as I can before I take his lips again, my hand gravitating to his ass.

So fucking firm.

Something animalistic rises within me, and I let that growl escape my mouth again, probably in part since he requested it earlier.

When I finally pull away from our kisses, his eyes are sealed shut. I study his face for a few moments before they flit open.

“Yeah, I think I might be figuring some things out,” he says in that jokey way he has.

I laugh. “Me too.”

“I notice your hand is still on my ass.”

“Is that okay?”

His expression twists up. “Trust me, everything you’re doing right now is more than okay.”

That makes my chest swell with pride. “Well, guess we’re learning I’m just as good with guys as I am with girls.”

He snorts—fucking snorts—which gets me chuckling too.

“Why’s that funny?” I ask.

“It might be true, but if there’s one thing that hasn’t changed between you messing around with guys or girls, it’s how damn full of yourself you are.”

“If you got it, strut it.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.”

“I definitely won’t,” I say, kneading his ass cheek.

His gaze shifts. “Have you ever…?”

“What? Fucked a guy?”

He rolls his eyes. “No. Anal with a girl.”

“Oh, yeah. One time, and it was fun.”

He gulps, as though just saying I had anal before intimidates him. Although, that he even asked tells me he’s considering it, and goddamn if that doesn’t make my dick pulse.

Despite how turned on the thought gets me, I need to reassure him. “I hope you know I wouldn’t pressure you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.”

“I’m just…I don’t really know what I want right now.”

“But you like this?” I grip his ass firmly.

And there’s the pink in his cheeks again .

“Kinda,” he says, breaking eye contact.

“Don’t look away from me while I’m feeling you up.” I’m just giving him hell, but his gaze meets mine again, as though he’s accepted my challenge.

I stroke his warm flesh, taking my time exploring like I did when I first went for his cock. I must admit, this new, unexplored part of him has got my imagination running wild.

A part of him that would only be mine…

“So what stuff would you be interested in me doing down there?”

“I don’t know that I can take a dick, but…Ash tells me about the prostate all the time, and it’s not something I’ve ever experimented with.” He seems on the verge of looking away again but stops himself.

Just like having him naked under me like this, I love him showing me this side of him. It’s like now that I know his vulnerable side, all that he’s been through, I don’t want him holding anything back from me.

“I can try some things,” I say, “see if you like it.”

“But if you don’t want to, then that’s fine too. I don’t want you to feel like you have to because I want it—”

I kiss him to shut him the hell up, and once his lips are relaxed, I pull away and say, “No. Don’t do that. If you want to try something, promise you’ll tell me. Maybe I won’t feel comfortable, but that’s what this is all about—figuring stuff out, right?”

“Okay.”

“I love a one-word response from you, especially when you’re agreeing with me.” As he smiles, I ask, “So you want someone to explore your ass?”

His gaze wavers. “Technically…I want you to explore my ass. ”

I chuckle, but I feel a burst of eagerness sweep through me. “Well, I’m honored to do the job. And do it right.”

I wait for him to roll his eyes, but his expression is serious as ever, not like he found anything funny about what I said, but like he believes me, which just means I must do everything I can not to disappoint him.

I steal another kiss, then trail some down his body until I return to his cock. I give the head a lick, making sure it’s nice and firm before pulling back and lifting his legs, displaying his ass for me, that beautiful, untouched pink hole.

“I’m gonna pretend you’ve been saving it just for me,” I whisper.

I lean down, moving close, studying that hole, familiarizing myself with it before I give it a lick, noticing the way his ass quivers, his breath hitching.

“Fuck, Ty.”

That little attention getting him going encourages me to go for it, this time more confidently, swiping my tongue, then kissing like I would his mouth, slipping my tongue inside.

It’s enough to make me go feral, the way I did for his cock.

I lock my arms around his thighs, burying myself against his flesh.

He gasps, and I feel my cock crimping in my underwear.

I press my tongue into him as much as I can manage, but it’s like I’m greedy to be inside him because that isn’t good enough. I pull back, wet my finger, then feel around the rim, admiring the way it twitches for me, like Lance is eagerly anticipating the pleasure I can bring him.

But there’s pressure here too. I’ve never done this with a guy. And I refuse to be a shit experience for Lance’s first time. It’s the sort of thought that reminds me how far we’ve come from straight territory, even as I’m slipping my index finger inside him .

“That good?” I ask, assessing his expression.

“That’s fine,” he says in a breath.

I take my time to slide back, enjoying the way his ass grips me, studying the way his back arches, the way his mouth hangs open as he takes it.

“Another,” he begs, so I slip my finger out, pushing my middle finger alongside it, gradually letting it open his ass even more. He’s so damn tight, the sort of tight where I can’t help but imagine how that’ll feel clutching my cock.

There’s a sting in my crotch.

“Fuck,” I grunt, adjusting my pants with my free hand.

I push deeper, feeling around for his prostate, not really sure what it’ll feel like until I reach a tender spot that makes Lance’s body spasm.

“Holy fuck,” he says, his eyes widening, and he looks down, clearly in shock by whatever that did to him.

I keep my finger in place, memorizing the sensation, trying to create a mental map so it’ll be easy to find again.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” I ask, a swirl of sensation in my chest. It’s the sort of feeling I usually get from winning. Adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

I do, and I shouldn’t be as proud as I am, but I can’t help it. “This okay?” I ask, continuing to push against it.

Lance’s eyes roll back, but this time, not in that way they do sometimes when he’s annoyed.

As I continue playing with that spot, he relaxes against the bed, his abs shifting as he rocks his hips back and forth, like he needs more, so I push even harder, massaging.

“Jesus Christ, Ash wasn’t fucking kidding,” he says, and I smile at the adorable commentary.

He reaches for his cock, and I grab his hand. “Uh-uh. Let me. ”

Keeping my fingers on his prostate, I lean down and take his cock into my mouth, working him up from both sides.

“Ty…fuck, that feels so good. Keep doing that.”

I obey, refusing to let up my work, even as my cock continues straining in my pants.

I feel the moisture on the head where I know I must be leaking precum, but I can take care of myself later.

Right now, Lance’s satisfaction is my only concern as I work with more intensity and determination than I would in a TaskFrat challenge.

I think Lance is as hard as he can get, but his dick pulses inside my mouth, getting even firmer.

“Ty,” he whispers. “You have to pull off. I’m about to—fuck…”

I grip his shaft with my free hand, continuing to stroke him as I rise off. “Just shoot in my mouth.”

I don’t know what’s possessing me, but I’m not even thinking, just know I want to get another taste of him like I did the last time we fucked around. So I slide his cock back into my mouth, picking up my pace, really feeling that spot inside him when he starts to grunt.

“Ty, oh fuck, Ty!”

Give it to me, Lance. Give me every fucking drop.

His cock gives another pulse before there’s a burst, filling my mouth with that delicious taste. I swallow him down, continuing to work inside his ass as his body vibrates and shifts about. Fuck, I’m addicted to the way I’ve got him all worked up. Knowing I’m the one who did this to him.

Once I can tell I’ve fully drained him, I release his cock, let it fall to his abs, and lean back to get a view of him as he continues shifting about, his body jerking as he stares at me, his eyes wide like he’s still in shock from how big his climax was .

“Oh, someone liked that, didn’t he?”

A grin sweeps across his face as his forehead creases. “You fucking kidding me right now?”

He catches his breath, blinking a few times as though he can barely see straight after how I just blew his goddamn mind.

Then he cringes. “Ooh, it’s a little sensitive,” he warns, resting a hand on my bicep.

“Sorry,” I say, realizing I need to take the pressure off him.

“No, it wasn’t a bad feeling. Just very sensitive.”

As he continues catching his breath, I slide my fingers out of him.

“Now, what are we gonna do about that?” he asks, eyeing the bulge in my pants.

I wonder if he even notices the way he licks his lips after he asks.

“You want to taste me now?”

I’m waiting for the usual, shy, uncomfortable Lance, but he doesn’t pull his gaze away, just looks me directly in the eyes and says, “Yes.”

It’s as though he doesn’t want me to doubt how much he wants this, and if there was any question about whether or not I could get harder, my cock swells even more. I hurry to undo my fly, and by the time I’ve tugged down my pants, Lance is on his knees, crawling toward me.

“Look who’s eager for it.”

“Hey, it’s my turn now,” he says, gripping my shaft and offering a stroke that relieves some of the tension I’ve worked up while I was fingering him.

He studies my cock as though there’s still some debate if he’s willing to take this next step, and I’m about to assure him he doesn’t have to when he goes right for it, slipping the head into his mouth .

I can’t stifle my moan as I roll my head back, surprised by how quickly he slips more of me into his mouth, exploring me with his tongue.

“You have no fucking idea how good that feels right now,” I confess as he takes me deeper.

I rest my hand on the back of his head, massaging with my thumb as he continues working me up when he takes me to the base.

After enjoying a deeply satisfying breath, I ask, “You trying to have fun or compete with me?”

He pulls off, glancing up long enough to say, “Maybe a bit of both,” before getting right back to it.