Page 17 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

TAVIS

We don’t stand close as we wait in line at the train station.

We’re not close to a holiday or anything, so I don’t anticipate anyone from school being here.

Even so, I study all the faces as covertly as I can, trying to determine whether they’re watching us with suspicion, and wondering if I recognize anyone.

“You looking for your date?” Nolan asks, a smirk in his voice.

I grin as I continue to look around. I’ll feel better once we’re in our seats. “I’m surprised by how nervous I am that someone will recognize one of us.”

“What did you expect when you decided to take me out in public?”

I grip his hip and pull him back against me.

I love the way his body feels against mine.

Even clothed. With my lips at the shell of his ear, loving his delicious shiver at my breath on his skin, I say, “I expected to have a nice time on a date with the man I’m seeing.

Most other things didn’t penetrate my thoughts concerning tonight. ”

“You intentionally used that word, didn’t you?”

“Yes. That’s dessert. Probably back of the truck dessert, but dessert all the same.”

“Can’t wait,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder.

We remain closely pressed against each other as we wait in line. Since talking to Crystal almost two weeks ago, I determined that maybe she’s right. Her words ran through my head over and over, every moment I was unoccupied.

When not thinking about Nolan, I was thinking about what she said. I’m scared of change. I’m scared of starting over. I’m scared of leaving the only life I’ve known, with no assurance that this new venture is going to work out.

She’s right. I’m afraid of the unknown. The other things I feel are still true enough, but I think my fear is the only thing that’s preventing me from pulling the plug.

Discussing this with Rachel was always going to be hard. The hardest thing is facing the person who was once your best friend in the entire world for so damn long, and not knowing them at all, even though you’ve spent almost every day together for the past forty years.

That’s a tough pill to swallow. It’s going to be hard to admit.

Worse might be that a divorce means she’s out of my life completely. What if we have no reason to talk anymore? We might not talk now, but she’s always there, so if we want to, we can. But so much has happened.

Regret is a fine line. I can’t regret my time with Rachel. She carried my babies. She’s a great mother. I wouldn’t trade my kids for anything.

But we destroyed our friendship in the process.

Maybe there were things we could have done differently in our life together that would have made this outcome different. We didn’t try. That’s where we failed.

Nolan leans back against me, and I press my lips to the back of his head. My hand on his hip wraps around to rest on his stomach. My heart beats a little faster. My chest feels warmer, tighter. There’s an excited pit in my stomach that dances. My cock is so damn interested.

I’m not sure I remember feeling this before. How sad is that? I’ve lived a full life, but I’ve never experienced this kind of interest in someone.

I hug him a little tighter, just to savor this moment. Commit it to memory. Crystal is right. I’ve spent my life making sure my kids were happy. Maybe it’s time to find my own happiness. Maybe this right here doesn’t have to be fleeting.

We’re finally let on the train. The sides of the train cars are all glass that curlves up and partially overhead, so we have as wide a view as possible.

We’re going on a two-hour scenic tour of the area.

One I’ve wanted to do for a few years since I came across it.

I didn’t have anyone I wanted to share it with until now.

I didn’t bring much with me. They’ll serve us a charcuterie board and drinks, but otherwise, all we need to do is relax.

I turn sideways in my seat and awkwardly arrange us so his back is against my chest. It’s not the most comfortable position in these seats, but since the seating is comfortable, it’s not the worst either.

The only thing I brought was a big blanket.

The website says that passengers often comment on how chilly the train is, so we should dress warmly.

I relayed this information, but I also brought a big wool blanket to wrap around us.

I appreciate just how big it is when it’s able to swallow us both whole.

It’s not long before the train pulls out of the station, and we’re moving through the outskirts of the town. Nolan’s hand rests over mine on his stomach under his shirt, where I can feel his warm skin.

“What did you do this week?” I ask.

“I molded Arek’s hard dick,” he mutters.

“Uh… is that a metaphor?”

He snorts. “I wish, but no. He has this business idea and asked for my help. Since I was tasked with researching the business side of it, I didn’t think too much of it. Well, as his only partner in this, I was tasked with helping him mold himself as the first trial.”

“By molding his dick…?” I’m trying to keep up, but there’s a disconnect.

Nolan huffs. “He wants to make sex toys but replicas of… uh, certain people.”

“Okay, that’s a little clearer,” I say, chuckling.

“I don’t know how strongly you feel about reporting the shit you know,” he says, shifting against me so he can meet my eyes over his shoulder.

“For right now, I have nothing to do with your school.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“So, he wants to make replica dicks of the favorite frat guys on the porn accounts DIK runs and sell them to the subscribers of the accounts. It’s a solid plan, and I think he’s onto something.”

“I can understand your hesitation in telling me,” I admit, chuckling.

“A well-known secret,” he muses. “But yeah. That’s my traumatizing experience for the week. I will never look at this man the same way again.”

I laugh quietly. “He’s not your type.”

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’m not sure I truly have a type. You either do it for me or you don’t. There doesn’t seem to be any true pattern in my past lovers.”

“Good to know.”

I see his smile in the glass. “Otherwise, I sexted with this hot older guy I met at a bar. He was kind enough to show me his hole.”

Ok, so maybe we’ve been a little risqué in our texts. Now that hockey has started up, it’s more difficult to spend the night with him. We’ve resorted to sexy texts between visits.

I’ve never sexted before, so it’s been a maddening kind of thrill. “What a coincidence. This adorable frat boy keeps sending me pictures of his dripping dick. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Nolan grins. I drop my hand down to cup his junk, pleased when I find him semi-hard.

“I’d love to have rented this entire train for privacy,” I murmur. “Have you ride my dick for the whole tour.”

“We wouldn’t see any of it,” he says, his voice slightly breathless.

“We’d just have to keep taking it until we saw it all.”

Nolan’s breath shudders as he inhales. His head falls back on my shoulder as he shifts in my hold, letting his leg fall over the side of the seat so I have better access.

“How thoughtful that you’re wearing loose pants,” I say.

“All the better for you to touch me, my dear.”

I laugh quietly. “You really contorting a children’s tale?”

“I think they simply told it wrong. Red Riding Hood was looking for a good time. Granny’s isn’t her grandmother. It’s a brothel.”

I grin. “Cute.”

“I can’t take credit,” he says. “That’s a Kole original. I think she’s twisted every classic at this point. She’s not as sweet and innocent as her parents think she is. She puts on a good show, though.”

“No doubt.”

We’re quiet as we watch out the window. I listen to his breathing and the way it catches as I rub him over his pants. He’s so hard for me. Pressing against the fabric of his pants with purpose.

Minutes go by like this until he has enough of my teasing and grips my wrist, shoving my hand down his pants. I grin, taking the lobe of his ear between my teeth. He grunts, hips jerking forward into my hand as soon as I take his cock in my hold.

“You want me to fondle you for the entire ride, frat boy?”

He takes an unsteady breath. “I’m going to regret this, but fuck yeah, I do, Coach.”

So I do. I stroke his dick and rub his balls, press against his taint and tease his hole for a solid two hours. If someone were to look in on us, they’d know exactly what I’m doing. The way he whimpers and shakes in my lap is sexy as fuck. Erotic.

Unfortunately, I’m edging us both. I’m so damn desperate to get inside him by the time we’re walking off the train that I keep the blanket around our shoulders. There’s no way someone looking at us would miss how hard we are.

Then again, I’m sure one look at us and everyone already knows that we’ve been messing around for the past two hours.

My truck is already parked at the back of the lot. Call it intuition. I open the back of the cab and fold up one side of the back seat. Then I wad the blanket up and urge him inside.

I follow, shutting and locking the doors behind me. He tries to turn, but I keep his back to me and bend him over the remaining seat.

There’s no finesse as I shove his pants down to expose his ass to me. It’s awkward as I try to lick his hole and listen to his loud whines while I get my cock out and roll a condom on.

I’m not nearly as thorough as I should be with this man.

I’m rough and sloppy as I get lube inside him.

This is going to be a repeat of the first time.

Far quicker than is decent, but once we get back to his friend’s apartment, I’m going to fuck him all night.

Nice and slow, until he falls asleep babbling incoherently while I fuck his hole.

But right now, we’re far too desperate to wait the forty minutes to get back to town. I pull his hips back and begin pushing inside him. His gasps are high, whiny. Sexy. His hand swings back to push on my thigh, slowing me down from burying myself to the hilt.

I struggle to take a breath, biting at his skin through his shirt. When the pressure on my leg relaxes, I push inside him further. Nolan’s loud grunts go right to my balls, gripping me with hot force. I bite into his neck and suck his skin while urging his body open for me.

My hand finds his, and I tangle our fingers together. His body jerks suddenly as he gasps, “ Fuck .” I slow down again, reminding myself that I’m not going to hurt him. I won’t. Ever.

His free hand reaches over my head and tangles in my hair. “Your dick wrecks me,” he grunts.

His legs are shaking. I suck his neck harder, knowing I’m leaving a mark there, but I can’t bring myself to stop. “Good,” I say into his skin. “I don’t want you to enjoy anyone else but me.”

“That’s a little possessive,” he grunts. I can hear his attempt at amusement, but I’m definitely hitting all kinds of fun places in his ass for him to truly attend to a conversation.

“Sorry. Let me try again. No one in this ass but me, frat boy.”

He laughs breathlessly. “I think you can do better. Try again.”

I shove my dick into him hard, making him gasp loudly. Both of his hands tighten, one locked in mine, the other with a fistful of my hair, sending a jolt of pain down my spine. “Don’t let anyone else touch you,” I growl into his ear. “I’ll lose my fucking shit, Nolan Solace.”

He moans, nodding. “Oh god, I’m going to come.”

“You like that, do you? You like me being possessive?”

“Apparently, yeah. Try it again. Let’s see.”

I’m far rougher with him than I should be right now. It’s been more than a week, and I didn’t do a good job of stretching him. But I fuck into him hard, listening to the way he grunts high and loud.

“No one better touch you but me,” I bite out, channeling all the possessiveness I have in me.

I never thought I was one of those people, but it’s not hard to find the words.

The thought of him with someone else makes me feral.

“Not this hole. Not your cock. Not your mouth. Your hands only belong on me. I’m the only one allowed to give you pleasure.

I’m the only one allowed to take pleasure from you. ”

All the while, the loud, quick slaps of our bodies fill the truck. I’m sure it’s rocking like we’re caught in an earthquake. His moans get louder. His body shakes under me. His ass clenches and loosens rhythmically.

“I own your body, Nolan. Me. You never belonged to my daughter. You were always going to be mine.” I don’t know where these words are coming from, but as he gets closer to climax, my words continue to flow. “No one will ever make you come like I do. No one. Will they?”

He shakes his head. “No,” he whimpers. “Fuck, Tavis.”

His head falls forward as his body tenses. “I should have taken you from her a year ago. The first time you stepped into my home. I should have fucking taken you then. Showed you who you belonged to. The only person who will fill your fucking hole is me.”

His cries are loud as he comes on me.

“That’s right. You feel that, frat boy? You feel the intensity of your orgasm as you come on my fat dick?”

He nods as he trembles, his body clenching hard.

“Just me. This is where you’re meant to be. On my dick as you come. That’s the only place you’re allowed to come from now on. Am I clear?”

His whimpering moans have me ready to spill.

“Do it,” he grunts.

“Do what?”

“Fill my hole.”

His words wrap around my balls and squeeze. I latch onto his neck again and suck hard as I come. My orgasm feels like a geyser as it screams out of me with force. I imagine I can reach the height of Old Faithful right now.

I don’t actually fill his ass. I am wearing a condom. But goddamn, I bet he can taste my release. I bet he can taste how good he makes me feel.

Who knew waving the solid red flag of crazy possession was so fucking hot?