Page 94 of Hide and Seek

He nods.

“Did you know I could hear you that night, and not just see you?”

His breathing hitches, and his lips part in a quiet gasp.

“Watching you was so damn hot, but hearing you was everything.” I put my lips next to his ear. “You made me come so hard I almost fell out of that damn tree.” He shivers under me, and I gently rub my cheek against his jaw. The rasp of our stubble catching sends a flurry of tingles through me. “Now, are you going to let me see what’s mine?”

He’s practically vibrating when I push back up on my knees, and he doesn’t protest when I grip his shirt by the hem and strip it off him.

His cock is hard and tenting the front of his sweatpants, and I grip the waistband so I can gently slide them down. He lifts his hips to help me, and I toss them aside as his cock bobs free and a bead of precum slides down his shaft.

He’s staring up at me with those wide, innocent eyes that are going to be the death of me, and I wrap my hand around his base so I can give his shaft a long, slow stroke.

His moan is loud and unrestrained as he bucks up into my touch. I stroke him a few more times, flicking my gaze between his face and his dick as I pin his hips to the bed with my free hand.

He’s whimpering and moaning for me, but he freezes when I use my knees to spread his legs apart.

“I didn’t prep,” he whispers. “I didn’t know you’d?—”

I cut him off with a quick kiss. “I know.”

He looks like he wants to say more, but I just give him another quick kiss and a few more strokes on his cock.

He moans against my lips, but it quickly turns into a gasp when I let go of his dick and lift his legs so his knees are up against his chest.

Not thinking twice about what I’m doing, I shift down his body and lower my mouth to his ass.

“What are you—oh god!”

I don’t waste any time and swipe my tongue over his fluttering hole.

His cry is so loud it echoes in the room. I pin his hips to the bed and do it again.

Seeing him all spread out and having him at my mercy is hot as fuck, but there’s something especially sexy about pleasuring him like this.

It hasn’t escaped me that all of our encounters to date have been about me using him. It’s what we both wanted, but now that things have shifted between us, I don’t just want more; I need it.

I want to see his pleasure-slack face when I take his dick in my mouth for the first time. I want to hear him scream for me as I fuck his hole with my tongue. I want him to feel good because knowing I’m giving him pleasure makes everything that much better for not just him, but also for me.

Before Myles, I never really cared too much about what my few sexual partners felt. I did what was expected and made sure that they came, but I didn’t care about prolonging their pleasure or rocking their worlds or anything like that. It was just sex with them, but with Myles, it’s so much more.

He’s wiggling and writhing under me, but I just hold him still and attack his hole with my mouth. His cries are so loud I’d worry about half the dorm hearing us if I gave a shit about that, but I don’t, so I keep eating him out and watching his reactions so I can make sure to give him the most pleasure possible.

Myles slips one hand into my hair and wraps the long strands around his fingers so he can give them a little tug. I ignore the warning and stab my tongue as deep inside him as I can.

Can I make him come with just my mouth? The thought makes my dick pulse and throb, and I double my efforts so I can see just how much he can take.

“Jax,” he warns in a strangled cry, and the sound of my name in that wrecked tone makes me smile against his skin.

“I’m close,” he warns between cries. “I’m gonna…you’re going to make me…” He tugs at my hair, but I keep going.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” he chants as his entire body tightens and he threads his other hand in my hair.

Instead of trying to push me away, he’s pulling me closer. I let go of his hips and hold just under his knees to keep his legs up and his body open.

Myles’s cries are nothing more than choked sobs as he starts shaking under me. His cock is rock hard and bobbing in the air, and beads of precum slide down his shaft as he leaks for me. He’s close, and I want his orgasm more than I want my own as I drive my tongue into him over and over again, fucking him with it the way I usually fuck him with my cock.

He goes completely still and silent, then he erupts, cock spurting as he comes for me and cries out my name in a strangled sob that sends a pulse of need through me.