Page 29 of Gay for Pray (Arport Sacred Sacrament University #1)
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jude
NICK HAS VACATED BY the time I drag Theo into our dorm. Thank God. I quickly text with one hand that I owe him for this, but I don’t have time to see his reply, whether it’s amused or angry or something else entirely. Because the second that door closes behind us, Theo is on me.
My phone hits the floor with a thud as Theo takes my wrists and pulls my arms over my head.
I hit a wall, and don’t even have time to grunt before Theo seals his mouth over mine.
I groan against him, my entire body swaying toward him.
After the past couple weeks of distance and strangeness and then a mad scramble to finish our philosophy project, an explosion of desire detonates between us.
Sparks of heat pop everywhere our bodies touch, from Theo’s hands on my wrists to my hips rolling to meet his.
I gasp for breath when Theo releases my mouth, but he dives for my neck, and I gasp for a whole new reason. He lets go of my wrists so he can grab me by the waist, and I throw my arms around his shoulders and cling to him as my body ignites.
“Bedroom,” I rasp while I can. “Bedroom now.”
Theo needs no further encouragement. He hauls me away, walking backward because he knows the way to my room already.
We bump against the doorway and clatter into my desk, but neither of us stop grabbing at each other even when a textbook crashes to the floor.
Theo tosses me onto my narrow, university-issued bed, crowding the mattress when he climbs over me.
He kisses me, and I pull him down so our bodies can meet once more.
He’s hard against my hip, grinding himself against me while our tongues prod and lick.
I spread my legs around him to get him even closer, and Theo issues a deep groan that shivers down my throat.
I palm over his ass, groping shamelessly, aggressively, needing him so badly I can’t hold myself back.
I ease Theo away so I can look into his eyes as I say this next part. “Let me get inside you.”
His eyebrows flicker up.
“Not with my cock.” Not today at least. “Let me open you up. If anything ever doesn’t feel right…”
“I know,” he says. “I trust you.”
“You trust me, but do you want this?”
He pauses in his thoughtful, considering, serious way, the same way he’d approach a philosophy project. Then he nods.
“Yeah, I think I do, but I don’t really know what I’m doing here.”
I roll us over so I’m the one perching over him. “Then it’s a good thing I do.”
He swallows, and I kiss my way down his neck, his scratchy, short beard prickling my lips.
As I venture lower, I rush to ruck up his shirt and expose his beautiful body.
He sits up so we can get the shirt off, but I don’t let him put in more effort than that.
As soon as I can, I push him back down to the mattress and start undoing his pants.
I grumble with frustration when I reach his shoes.
Because we actually didn’t even stop to take those off.
As I toss them aside, I pause to strip mine off as well.
I don’t care about the rest yet. Plus, I’m way too urgent now that he’s lying naked beneath me, his thick, hard cock curving up at his belly.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say.
Theo swallows and pants, his furred chest expanding with ragged breaths.
The trail of hair trickles down to his cock and flows down his legs.
I only get to appreciate it for a moment before I lean over him to dig a bottle of lube out of the drawer of my bedside table.
I could flip him over for this, but his lips are parted and cheeks flushed, and I don’t want to miss a second of that rapturous, glazed over look in his eyes.
And that’s before I’ve even touched him.
I can only imagine the exquisite expressions I’ll draw out of him if stroking lube onto my fingers is rewarding me like this.
I adjust myself in my jeans as my discomfort grows more noticeable, but again I don’t bother to stop and strip.
I’m simply too urgent for so much delay, as tight as my pants are getting.
Instead, I prop myself up on one hand and ease Theo’s legs apart.
The way he opens for me sends a thrill from the crown of my head all the way down into my curling toes.
I give his beautiful cock a good couple pumps, anchoring him with something familiar at first. I don’t stay there long, however, teasing his balls before slipping even lower. He flinches when my fingers reach an unfamiliar place, but I go slow, patient as I let my touch drift over him.
“You look so good like this,” I say.
He responds with more panting and a deeper flush.
God, it’s incredible watching him come apart.
All the rigid self-control he’s propped himself up with for his entire life melts under my fingers like butter in the sun.
Beneath is the real Theo, a Theo who wants , a Theo full of desire, a Theo who’s more than a product of who he’s been told to be.
I press at him, testing. He tenses, but there’s no flinch this time.
Still, I maintain my slow pace, swirling my fingers around that tight ring of muscle before pressing gently once more.
This time, he shudders, and I don’t think it’s fear.
His hips shift, a ripple of pleasure that seems to surprise even Theo himself.
I press more, teasing him until he’s pushing his hips at me himself.
“Feels good?” I say, more to torment him than to actually check in.
“Feels good,” he says, breathy and broken.
“Look at you wanting more already.”
He whimpers in the back of his throat and chews at his lip.
“I’ve barely started and you’re already like this,” I say. “Seems like this wasn’t so far under the surface after all, hm?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Jude, please,” he whines.
I’m completely helpless to resist. I press harder, only one finger this time, but when I squeeze it inside him, Theo sucks in a shaky breath. I sink it deeper, all the way to the second knuckle. Theo squirms but doesn’t stop me, letting me pump that single digit inside him.
I take my chance to tease him before it flees.
“That went in so easily,” I say. “I thought there might be a bit more resistance from someone who’s never been penetrated, but here you are, letting me inside you like it’s nothing. Do you have more secrets, Theo?”
He shakes his head, but struggles to find words. “I just… It just…feels really good.”
“Mmm, then maybe you need a little more, since one isn’t enough to satisfy you.”
He neither agrees nor disagrees, and I ease my finger out of him so I can add the other one. His tight hole resists for a moment, but I press and massage and work until both fingers are sinking into him, and Theo groans from between his teeth.
“Th-that’s more,” he gasps. “That’s definitely more.”
“Good more or bad more?”
I don’t get an answer at first, and I pause, savoring the heat of his body clenching my fingers like a fist.
“Good,” he says in a burst of breath.
It sounds like it took all his will to expel that single, desperate word, and I relent, giving him what he so clearly needs instead of dragging out the torment any longer. I know when a man is still warming up versus when he needs more, and right now, Theo needs more.
I slide my fingers deeper inside him, and he’s so damn tight it makes my cock ache with the desire to fuck him properly.
Perhaps someday. I’m not going to push it so early when I suddenly have all the time in the world with this man.
There will come a day where his cock inside me is as deliciously familiar as mine inside him, but that day isn’t now.
The tight muscles clutching my fingers ease as I work those digits inside him.
I find something deeper and pet my fingers over it, and Theo arches his whole body and gasps like he might choke on the air itself.
With my fingers inside him, I can feel the tremble that passes through him, and it’s as delicious as any five-star meal.
Propped up on my free hand, I watch every last beat of pleasure that tumbles through his face.
He squeezes his eyes shut. His mouth falls open and never quite closes again.
When he tilts his head back, his Adam’s apple protrudes prominently.
And all the while that flush in his cheeks deepens like the pleasure is burning him from the inside out.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. So perfect for me, Theo.”
He whimpers, telling me my words are striking the right chord. I keep my fingers pumping as I ramble praise at him, and he starts fumbling for his cock.
“C-Can I?” he asks.
I’ve never been asked that in a situation like this.
It’s kind of been a foregone conclusion, but Theo isn’t simply asking permission; he’s also asking if this is the way gay sex is done.
God, there is so much to show him, so much to explore.
My heart swells with the thought of spending a lifetime showing him everything he’s been missing.
“Yes, baby,” I say. “Yes, touch yourself. Go on. You earned it.”
He grabs himself instantly, moaning from the feel of his own hand.
He pumps hard and fast, and I follow him.
I try to match my fingers to his rhythm, but he’s so frantic and frenzied that I struggle to keep up.
His heat wraps around me, his ass clenching with every new beat of pleasure that flashes through him.
He’s burning up, arching on the bed, stroking himself so fast it’s almost dangerous.
The pleasure barrels through his handsome features, twisting them into an even more beautiful version of the Theo I get to see any other time.
He squirms, working himself on my fingers, clutching me tighter, gasping and gasping but never catching his breath as the crest builds inside him.
I plunge and pet and pump, giving him everything I can—and finally he breaks.
He cries out at the ceiling of my bedroom loud enough that anyone living above, below or beside me must hear it. Cum splatters his torso and chest. Spasms seize my fingers. I watch it all play out, enthralled by the ecstasy softening his face and body.
He sinks back down to the bed with a long sigh, as though he’s been holding his breath all this time.
I slide my fingers out before it can get uncomfortable for him and grab a towel off the floor.
He doesn’t move as I clean him up, naked and languid in my bed.
My jeans are so tight it verges on painful, but I don’t strip down as I lie beside him while he cools off.
“What can I do for you?” he says after only a few breaths.
He’s way too wrung out to immediately leap up and ravish me, as much as I’d love that. “You can lie there and look hot as hell.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, but after that.”
“After that, we’ll figure it out. We don’t need a plan for every second of this.”
I realize too late that I’m talking about more than how he’ll pleasure me. I’m talking about this, our lives, our futures, this big, huge thing we’re embarking on together.
Theo seems to realize that too. He pulls me in against him and kisses the top of my head.
“Okay,” he says, “we’ll figure it out later. Whenever we’re both ready.”