Page 10 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

NOLAN

I’ve made some bad decisions in my life. There’s a chance that bringing Tavis Davenport into Lathan’s apartment to fuck is one of them.

Interestingly, while Kelsey’s treachery is still potent in my mind, besides whining about her at the bar tonight, she wasn’t on my mind while I was talking and flirting with her father. Not in the same way she was when I approached Skye or propositioned Orion.

After complaining about how shitty a person she is (to her damn father!), I’d stopped thinking about her almost entirely as I hung around. Enjoying Tavis’ company was reason enough to stay.

I’ve always been called a flirt. The first time I recall the word was when I was in kindergarten.

The teachers said I was a huge flirt with everyone in class.

All the kids and the teachers who visited.

I knew how to bat my lashes and display flirty body language young, even if I didn’t know what it meant.

It’s something that’s come naturally to me. I didn’t realize I could turn it off until I started dating Kelsey. I’d been in other relationships prior to her, but my flirty persona never truly faded while I was in them. I thought it was just who I was, and I couldn’t turn it off.

Just another thing that proves I was far more into Kelsey than she was me. Stopping flirting while together hadn’t been a conscious choice. It just naturally stopped. Since breaking up, that part of me hasn’t innately turned back on in the same way it shut down.

Maybe I misinterpreted the reasons. Maybe I’m just growing up.

Flirting with Tavis is different. He pulls out that old piece of me that had been lost. I’ve always thought he was an attractive man since Kelsey first brought me home, and I met her father. I remember distinctly noting that all the men in her family are breathtaking.

Then I amended the thought to encompass the women. They’re all beautiful. Naturally. Not the kind of beauty that needs to be dressed up and emphasized, but without makeup and in sweats. They have a classic kind of beauty.

Tavis is the aged wine while his sons are the newly bottled. I can see him in both his boys, especially so close. With my body pressed against his. The thought is fleeting as his hands grip my ass and crush me to him.

He grunts when I hook my leg on his hip to press my dick against him.

We stumble through the small space to the guest room and, for the second time in the last couple weeks, I shut the door behind us and shove another Davenport onto the bed.

Our lips break apart as he falls backwards.

His dark eyes lock on me as I move to the side table and pull out a condom and lube.

Tossing them onto the bed, I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands move to my waist, and I grind my crotch on him, feeling the big package in his pants rub roughly beneath my balls.

Tavis grips a fistful of my shirt at my chest and pulls me down, so our mouths come together again. His kiss is hot, hard, and demanding. It turns my insides to fire.

Then again, I might burn because his hand rubs my cock awkwardly through my pants as I grind down on his.

I’m reminded of the first time I dry humped a guy in high school.

It was the sexiest thing I’d done up to that point, but fuck, it was frustrating and kind of painful too, since we were both wearing jeans and that fabric isn’t always forgiving.

Tavis pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside before rolling us so I’m on my back.

He’s also somehow arranged us so we’re lying in the proper direction on the bed.

He immediately begins on my pants, undoing the button and zipper before hauling them off me.

Underwear, socks, and shoes all go at the same time.

He pauses to look at me, eyes trailing down my body, examining every inch.

There’s something really arousing about seeing someone’s want for you in their eyes as they look at your naked form.

Even if you have insecurities about your body, when someone doesn’t see the flaws you do in yourself, it makes a fire burn hot.

“Undress,” I demand.

His eyes flicker to mine, and he scoots back so he can divest himself of his clothing. Once again, I’m reminded of his boys, and that this man is simply a finely aged version of them. I can see both kids in him. Body structure. Shape. Muscle type.

Tavis has clearly had longer to build his body. That shows in his abs, chest, thighs, and arms. The veins that stick out. The muscular stockiness of his shape.

Then there’s the masterpiece he hides in his pants. Mmm.

We take a silent minute to admire each other before his hands are on me again. He spreads my legs wide, exposing me to him. One hand wraps around my dick as he lightly strokes me. The other trails along my crack.

He doesn’t touch without lube for long. When his fingers dip inside me, I make one clear observation. “You’ve done this before,” I grunt, as he expertly curls his fingers and makes me shudder in pleasure.

“Been a long time,” Tavis says.

His fingers curl again, and I gasp. My eyes flutter shut as he stretches my hole. Speaking of a long time, it’s been a while since I bottomed. But if my dick is any gauge to go by, I’m really fucking excited about it.

He fingers me and messes with my cock simultaneously. After the third time I nearly come before he backs off, I realize this jerk is edging me. I glare as I catch my breath, and Tavis gives me a sexy chuckle.

“Sorry.” He pulls his hands from my body and leans down to kiss me. It’s almost sweet the way it lingers. Slow and sweeping. “Roll over. Present that sweet hole to me.”

Fuck. Why do those words make me shiver?

He backs away and I do as I'm told. On my hands and knees, I stroke my cock as I listen to him open the condom wrapper and slide it on. Then he’s on top of me, his bigger body blanketing mine. His cockhead already nudging my hole, seeking entrance.

Tavis grips my wrist and hauls me up onto my knees, placing my hand against the wall for support instead. With his hips, he urges me forward, so I’m not weirdly stretched out. My hands hold my weight there.

His cock finally begins the road to deep penetration.

I think I still have bottoming mastered when his crown slides in and I don’t gasp.

False sense of security right there. Can’t be more than an inch later when my body burns at the stretch his dick forces.

I’m not just gasping but shaking as red-hot pleasure sweeps through me.

“Holy fuck,” I grit, hanging my head as heat floods me. My body breaks out into a sweat. The room feels like a damn sauna.

“Yeah,” Tavis grunts. “Holy fuck.”

I grin at his response. I’m not sure if he pauses for me or for himself when he’s balls deep. I think I feel every single fat inch of him. Is that throbbing in my ass his dick or my body?

Tavis’ head rests on my shoulder. One of his hands is still tightly around my wrist, but the other is on my thigh. Just resting there.

But the longer we stay, the more jittery my body becomes. I lean my hips forward and then back into him, driving myself on his master-level dick. He groans, and his lips brush my shoulder. I do it again and again, letting my head hang as I work myself on him.

Tavis seems content to let me as he sensually kisses whatever bit of my back he can reach. I adjust my knees, spreading a bit wider and continue to fuck backwards on him.

The sounds in the room could be from either of us. I have this out-of-body feeling where I’m watching through the window as I ride his dick from under him.

“Nolan,” Tavis grunts, and my soul comes slamming back into my body. “I did say it’s been a while, right?”

“With a guy,” I answer.

“Okay, I’m amending that. Been a lot fucking longer with a guy, but been a long time since I’ve had sex and I’m already reaching the end here.”

I grin. “You sexy old guys need to revisit your youth.”

“You mistake what I say,” he says between gasps. Now I’m just trying to get him off because he’s so close. “We’re not done here tonight.”

His body curls around mine, and his hips no longer remain still for me as he works through his orgasm. The way he groans so low in his chest, I can feel that vibration through my entire body. It’s the single sexiest sound I’ve heard in my life. The way he sounds like he’s growling. Holy fuck.

Tavis doesn’t pull out when he’s finished.

He keeps his dick lodged deep inside me and wraps his hand around my dick to jerk me.

I close my eyes and concentrate on his touch.

With every expert stroke, he shakes my orgasm over the fire as if I’m a stir-fry.

Covering every single surface with heat until he reaches his goal, and I make a puddle on the bed beneath me.

There aren’t any dignified growls coming out of my mouth, though. I’m not sure my orgasm sounds are sexy at all.

He pulls me from the wall, and we fall onto the bed together. Thankfully, not in the puddle I left behind. I’m slightly disappointed when his dick falls away from my body. I huff, making him laugh.

“How long you need, Tavis?”

His teeth skim my shoulder, and I grin, feeling his smile. “You ready for another round already? I just got you off.”

“I have a feeling you’re going to be the one to run me ragged tonight, and I’m ready for that.” I shift against him so I can look over my shoulder to meet his dark eyes. “Fuck me.”

Oh, yes. Renewed heat flares in his eyes. His hand slides up my stomach to wrap around my neck, making me twist in a way my body isn’t used to so he can reach my mouth. It’s an awkward, sloppy kiss, but filled with lust.

He doesn’t get hard right away, but he sucks my cock until I come a second time as we wait for his body to keep up with the rest of us.

He may claim that it’s been a long time since he was with a guy, but apparently, once you master giving head, it’s not something you forget.

I’ve never gotten off with that intensity simply from being sucked.

Finally, his dick is ready to play again.

With a fresh condom, he rolls me onto my stomach and drives his dick in deep.

One steady thrust that has my body spasming as I gasp.

Tavis pins my legs straight, his on either side of mine, keeping them where he wants them. My arms are pinned under my chest.

I feel like I’m in a damn straitjacket or something.

I can’t move. It makes every single fucking thrust all the more intense.

Deeper every time. Impossible, maybe, but I stand by that.

My body shakes under his as he takes me.

His fat head hits my prostate with every single thrust inside at this angle. My body continues to jerk under him.

Not in pain, but in sudden rushes of hot pleasure. The pressure of his cock is too big for where it’s making room. The sting of stretching has long since died away, but a low burn remains, adding more pleasure into the overflowing pool that is my orgasm.

“Come if you want to, Nolan,” Tavis says, “but that doesn’t mean I’m stopping. Now you get to see what an old man can do. Endurance is learned. I’m about to give you a lesson.”

He does. It’s a long, long lesson. I come twice before he gets close.

His cock remains hard as a fucking steel rod, always driving inside me, making me insane.

I’ve never had sex like this. Sex that consumes everything inside me.

That lasts for ages. Where every single damn thrust feels more intense than the previous.

Tavis Davenport is a god and I’m so fucking happy to worship him.

There’s a chance that he works me so thoroughly that I pass out, murmuring that he can keep using my body. Keep breeding me. I remember the words leaving my mouth, though not quite in a conscious state. Keep going. Don’t stop. Make me come in my sleep.

There’s a chance that he does all that. My body thrums as I float in a dreamspace.

I feel his body weight on me, his breathing, and his groans.

Murmuring, his words are about how good I feel around him.

Under him. He loves the way I am the exact right size and shape to hold like this.

He loves that I have no desire to tap out.

Oh no. No tapping out at all. I want him to keep fucking me while I sleep—all night—and still be fucking me when I wake up. There’s a chance I might slur these words. I feel like maybe I talk a little because his low, sexy chuckle shivers through me sometimes.

Eventually, sleep is absolute, and it’s the best sleep of my life.