Page 83 of The Frathole

“You know what wasn’t adorable? Watching a scary movie before bed.”

“Alien?” I ask. “It’s more sci-fi.” I sneak a glance as he tilts his head. I concede, “Okay, maybe Lance’s movie tastes have rubbed off on me a little.” Lance loves him a horror film.

“Rubbed off? Now you’re playing with fire.” As he says that, he slides his hand down to my stiff cock. “Oh fuck. Not again.”

Not sure what he means. “Not again?”

“Yeah, now I’m gonna have to drain you before we go to class.” He groans. “Such a tough job, but someone has to do it.” He offers a few pumps, and I can feel his dick stiffening against my ass.

“I think we’re both gonna need to be drained if you keep that up.”

“Don’t be rude and leave me blue balling if I’m kind enough to get you off.” He bites at my shoulder, and a rush of adrenaline flows through me. It’s like he gave me a taste of a drug, and now I can’t be without it.

“I wouldn’t want to be rude,” I say, “but we have, like, thirty minutes before we have to be out of here.”

“Then I’d better make it quick.”

On cue, his alarm sounds. It used to bug the crap out of me, but now that I don’t hate Ryan, I actually think it’s pretty cute.

“Hey, Siri, fuck off!” he snaps.

The alarm silences, and I laugh. “You could be a little nicer toyourSiri.”

“Let’s not start the morning with a fight. We don’t have time to get that in and makeup sex.” He slides his cock between my ass cheeks as he continues stroking me.

“Maybe we can have the makeup sex after classes,” I tease.

“But we can still jerk off now?”

“Of course.”

He pauses before saying, “I can work with that,” which gets me laughing.

Fuck, the guy knows how to make me laugh nearly as well as he knows how to piss me the hell off.

He sweeps his hand over the head of my cock, and I can feel his warm, wet palm.

“I already got you leaking,” he whispers. “Mmmm. Perfect. This is gonna save us time so I don’t have to grab a protein bar.”

“Oh, is my dick only a convenience for you now?”

“Hey, don’t act like that’s all I think of you for. You know your ass is a convenience for me too.”

Still the same old frathole—although this is the only kind of frathole I’m interested in.

He shifts about, and it’s like we’re on autopilot as he gives me space to roll onto my back and he starts crawling down my body. He takes some nibbles and kisses on his way to service me. I can already tell it’s not gonna take him long to get me off.

When he reaches my dick, he looks up at me. His bangs are flat against his forehead, with a stray lock rebelling against the others the way it sometimes gets in the morning. There’s a wicked expression on his face—the expression of a guy who knows he’s learned every trick on how to get me off and is fully prepared to use them.

He leans down, running his tongue along the shaft, and I roll my head back, gasping as a surge like a subtle electric jolt rushes through me. It’s the sort of rush that assures me I won’t need coffee this morning.

He offers another lick when a loud knock comes from the door.

“Fuck,” I mutter, but Ryan doesn’t seem to give a fuck as he takes my cock into his mouth, like he’s so greedy for it that he can’t even hear the interruption. The way he works his mouth hasme vibrating and shifting about before there’s another knock.

“Uh…yeah?” I call out. My eyes widen as Ryan works his magic tongue, apparently not at all fazed.

“Quick question,” Lance’s voice comes from the other side of the door.