Page 58 of Try Me

“Can’t.”

He chuckled and slapped my right asscheek. “Close your legs.”

I obeyed blindly, too fucked out to care, so it took me a second after he smeared my jizz between my thighs and all around my hole to realize where this was going.

The sensation of his slick cock gliding over my entrance and along the underside of my sac struck me dumb, and even though I’d just blown a load, a tingle ran through me for the unexpected turn of events. I’d thought maybe he’d shove my head down, push his cock into the back of my throat, but this…this definitely worked, too.

It was different. The erratic friction of Chet’s dick sliding between my thighs was both alien and arousing. He splayed his other hand low on my stomach, holding me still, and there was just enough similarity of movement that I could almost pretend he was pushing inside me, filling me up with his long cock. It was a prelude to that, and fuck, it was hot.

Chet clamped down on the back of my neck with his free hand, fingers spreading wide, the earthy scent and pressure of them bringing me back from the stratosphere.

“Do you like it?”

I nodded, tongue too thick for words. I liked him using my body for his pleasure, liked how he’d just gone for it unabashedly. No inhibition, no self- consciousness.

“So much for that comment earlier about not liking me at your back, then, huh? Tighter,” he directed, and I flexed my thighs, grinning when he cursed.

“That’s fucking perfect. Jesus, Farrow.”

His balls smacked against my bare skin, and my cock started to get hard again when he gripped me tighter and slammed between my legs with one hard, final thrust. Heat flooded over my inner thighs and nuts as he coated them with his release and slumped against me, a tremor racking his body that I could feel all through mine.

He slid his wet hand up my abdomen to my throat. His fingers landed on my jaw, and he angled my head back, sealing his mouth to mine. I didn’t know how long we kissed, but it was long enough to leave me momentarily disoriented when he fell back against the side wall of the alcove with a long sigh.

“Shit.” Chet laughed as I dropped down next to him. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Really?” I stared at him. “I blew you in a club last week.”

“Good point.” He started to run a hand through his hair and caught himself at the last minute, glancing at his palm before swiping it against his tee. “Been a while since you jerked off? Because, Jesus.”

“You’ve been teasing me since the library. That’s not my fault. And I jacked off this morning, same as I do every morning.”

“Shower or bed?”

“Depends on the day, perv.” I laughed and yanked up my shorts.

“What was it this morning?”

I swiped my hand across the thighs of my shorts, but what I really needed was a shower. “Bed. Lying on my back. Covers off. One hand on my dick, the other tugging on my nuts. I was thinking about you.” I didn’t necessarily mean to say that last part, but Chet’s intent stare drew the confession out and made me want to see how he’d respond.

It was worth it.

Something like surprise mixed with lust crested over his features, and he leaned toward me, capturing my mouth again. His scent, his taste, all of it wrapped me up and surrounded me. Like the fact that we were fooling around where anyone could see us, the way his kiss affected me should’ve been terrifying. And it was, a little.

I was scared that nothing else would ever compare. And that I couldn’t have it forever.

But maybe a while would be long enough. Maybe the thrill would make the inevitable downfall worth it.

Realizing Chet was still staring at me, I gave him a prompting arch of my brows, and he shook his head with a laugh.

“Goddamn those shorts are ridiculous.” He rolled upright and extended his hand to me. “My place is pretty close. You can come clean up if you want.”

I nodded and we picked up our backpacks. “Jesse would probably kill me if I returned these shorts as is, but damn it’s tempting.” They’d be stiff with dried cum in an hour, I figured.

“No way, that’s fair turnabout, and I can guarantee you, you return them like that and he’ll never do it again.”

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