Page 11 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

TAVIS

The sun is bright when I squint my eyes open. I have this deep, satisfied feeling that feels like it seeps into my bones. I sigh, letting my eyes close again.

Last night comes fluttering back to me as if it were a dream.

I turn my head to see Nolan asleep with his head on my arm. Now that I’m looking at him, I feel his weight. I feel his body heat pressed against my side.

Oh, shit. What did I do? I’ve crossed a very thick line into inappropriate. I’m not even going to touch on the fact that he’s a student where I work. We’re talking crossing into bad parent territory.

Yet… I stare at him. At his lovely face. So peaceful. The dark shadow of stubble growing on his jaw. His hair is curling. Maybe from sweat. I shift so I can touch him with the hand he’s not lying on, and gently pull on a curl.

They remind me of Skye’s curls. Very similar in the way they bind up.

He’s not flush against me, but slightly curled on his side. I can see the trail of hair below his navel leading to his lax cock over his thigh, the tip just touching the mattress. I bet that thing is fun to ride.

An image of me riding him fills my head, but the vision shatters when my phone rings. Nolan’s eyes snap open as he startles awake.

“Sorry,” I say, and gently pull away to grope for it. I find it on the ground beside the bed and catch the call just before it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, Skye,” I answer.

“You go to school without me?” he asks.

I wince. Wow. Now I’m in the shitty-dad zone entirely. “No, no. Of course not.”

“You’re not in the house unless you’re hiding.”

I close my eyes. Fuck. “I didn’t come home last night.”

Silence. Seconds that feel like hours pass. “Oh. Uh…”

“I’m sorry. I must have shut my alarm off yesterday morning without realizing. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”

He snorts. “I’m nineteen, Dad. I can get to school on my own.”

“I know. I love our drives together.”

“Me too,” he agrees.

“Listen. Take my truck and park in the staff parking. I’ll meet you for lunch, and I will be there to drive home tonight. Promise.”

“It’s not?—”

“I want to. You know that.”

He sighs. “Okay. See you later.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he says, amusement in his tone as he ends the call.

I drop my phone and let my head fall back into the pillow. Fuck.

“You need to go?” Nolan asks.

I turn my head on the pillow to look at him.

He’s on his back now, eyes closed. I catch him in the middle of a yawn.

“No. I don’t actually need to be in until ten or eleven, depending on the day.

I go at eight because that’s when Skye needs to be there this semester, and I enjoy my mornings and evenings together on our short commute. ”

“You’re close with your kids,” he comments.

“I am. My boys more than my girls, I think. Hannah is definitely a daddy’s girl, though, but she’s a teenager, and you know, being close with your parents isn’t cool.”

He grins. “I get it. I’m close with my parents, too. And my siblings.”

“You have a couple siblings, right? They go to school here? I think Kelsey said they’re also in the frat house.”

“Ah. No, Kylen and Kole aren’t my siblings, technically speaking. We’re not related, really. They’re my dad’s best friend’s kids, and we grew up together, so they might as well be siblings. But yes, I have five siblings. I’m the youngest.”

“Wow. And oof.”

He grins. “Yep.”

“I love being close with my kids,” I say. “It’s been the single thing I’ve worked hardest at since Orion was born, which always proved to be a challenge because of hockey. It means all the more to me that I’ve managed that relationship, though.”

“You’re a really great parent.”

I close my eyes. There’s definitely some debate about that right now. Daughter’s ex-boyfriend! Standing my son up.

“What about you? You need to get to school?”

“I don’t have class on Thursdays, so no.”

I grin and roll over so my body blankets his again. “How’s your ass feeling? Have another round in you?”

His hands move up my chest and squeeze my pecs. I chuckle when his grin spreads wide. “Sore,” he admits, “but fuck yes. I think I can survive on these orgasms alone. To hell with water and food.”

I laugh, covering his mouth with mine. Morning breath or not, I’m going to take as much of Nolan as I can while I can.

So I kiss him as I reach between us and dip my fingers in his ass to see how much we need to work this sexy man open again.

He’s still filled with lube, which means he definitely fell asleep while he mindlessly mumbled a whole lot of sexy, albeit incoherent, things last night.

While I’d love to keep my mouth locked to his, I get up to fish out another condom and reapply lube, necessary or not. I keep him where he is on his back, urging him to let his legs spread wide for me.

I’m sitting on my haunches between his legs. With my hands curled under him, I slide him forward so his ass isn’t on the bed anymore, but elevated on my thighs. Nolan gives me an amused look.

A look I love to see melt away as I adjust so I can slide my cock inside him. The way his back arches is sexy as fuck. He moans, eyes closing. His hands move above his head to grip the edge of the bed.

While I mean to fuck him, I’m sitting still too long admiring the way arousal looks on him, and Nolan begins fucking himself on my dick as he had last night.

I let him, watching the way his entire body responds.

His groin muscles tense every time he moves.

How his abdominal muscles clench. The vein in his neck becomes more pronounced.

His dick leaks profusely. His balls jiggle and bounce as he rides me erratically.

I’m hypnotized by him and the way he moves on me.

I can’t decide if I’m more enthralled with the look of arousal morphing over his face, the way his hard dick leaks for me, or how his small hole stretches wide to accommodate my cock.

That right there has me staring for quite a while. Watching the way his body retreats, revealing my dick all the way to my mushroom top before sliding back down to take all of me into his body. His answering moans when I’m inside him make everything inside of me burn.

“Touch me,” he demands, and I wrap my hand around his dick to jerk him in time with his thrusts. That’s what he needs. He wants to get off. So I work him until he does, loving the way he makes a mess everywhere.

When I’m sure he’s finished, I hook his legs over my arms and curl him in on himself.

Planting my hands on the bed at his shoulders, I fuck him in earnest. His cries are loud this morning.

They fill my head and flood my system. I fuck him far longer than I think I have in me, fighting through my orgasm so I can memorize the sounds he makes—needy and sensitive and erotic.

I come for what must be the fourth or fifth time since following him up here. More than I have in the past several years. As we pant for breath, I rest my forehead on his.

“Wow,” he says. “I’m going to feel you for a month.”

I grin. I’m going to remember him for the rest of my damn life.

“You have a shower in this place?” I ask.

“Mm,” he agrees.

“Whose place is this that you just happen to have a key to?”

“Kylen and Kole’s older brother,” he says, laughter in his voice. “I don’t know where that man is, but he’s almost never here. He must have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, or a brothel. No idea.”

“Brothel, huh?”

“Dude, if you knew Lathan, you’d understand. He’s weirdly uninterested in people, but fascinated with sex. It’s hard to explain in a way that makes sense.”

“Join me in the shower, and you can find the words to describe him. I’m curiously interested in this explanation.”

Nolan grins. I mournfully pull myself from his body and allow him to get up, taking great pride in my stamina that he’s wincing when he walks. Yep, still got it.

I follow his sexy ass out of the room and into the small bathroom. Interestingly, the shower is one of the biggest I’ve seen given how small the apartment is.

“Weirdly disproportional to the apartment, right?” Nolan asks as he turns the water on.

“I was just thinking that.”

He shakes his head. “No idea. Apparently, sleeping in rooms that feel like the walls are closing in on you is fine as long as you can stretch out in the shower.”

I chuckle.

We wash each other and while my dick is ready for a break, Nolan manages to get hard again, so I suck him until he’s satisfied. Listening to his whines is the way I want to wake up every morning. Seriously, the sexiest sounds in the world come from this man’s mouth.

Since I’ve already missed driving to work with Skye, I linger with Nolan for a while instead. We strip the bedding and make breakfast. He determines Lathan has been here somewhat recently since there were fresh vegetables and eggs in the fridge, which we used to make omelets.

As we spend the morning together, our conversation never falters. There’s always something to talk about. It’s easy and natural. We move between flirting and simply talking while we clean up our mess, cook, eat, and then clean our kitchen mess.

I’m reminded that I always enjoyed Nolan visiting over the summer.

He’s a good guy. Easy to be around. Intelligent.

He has drive and passion, and he’s interesting.

I loved the way he treated my daughter, how well he got on with my sons, and how he didn’t talk down to Hannah because she’s younger.

He was polite to me and welcomed me into conversation.

He often offered to help Rachel cook, and he was such a joy to be around in the kitchen.

I think we all kind of looked forward to welcoming him into the family. I know I wasn’t the only one who thought that maybe even wild child Kelsey understood what a catch Nolan is.

We spend the rest of the morning kissing and groping on the couch. I wait until the last possible minute before I have to leave.