“Huh?”
“So you have to be quiet.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock and brushed my lips with the tip, keeping my eyes locked on his.
“Oh, fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “You want to play teenage us?”
A laugh bubbled from the back of my throat as I angled my head in different directions, brushing the sensitive crown across my cheek, under my jaw, along my throat. “Yes.”
“You do realize that teenage me already came all over your face.”
I laughed again, splashing his legs. “Come on. Play with me. I have confidence in your grown-up self-control.”
“That makes one of us.”
I brought the tip back to my lips, opening them slightly, letting him feel my breath. “I’ve thought about this while we study. Have you?”
“Yeah.” I could sense him concentrating hard. “And afterward.”
“Afterward?”
“Late at night. When I’m alone in my bed.”
“Tell me.” I grazed the underside of his cock with my tongue, and it thickened in my grasp. “What do you think about?”
“This. You, on your knees in front of me. My cock in your mouth.” His voice was low and commanding, and it turned me on.
“Like this?” I took just the tip in my mouth, teasing him.
“Yes.”
I sucked gently, then swirled my tongue around the crown, making his abdominal muscles flex. Opening my mouth wider, I took him in deeper, moaning softly. His hands curled into fists at his sides. I liked his hands. They were masculine and strong, and I remembered how his talented fingers had brought me such pleasure last night.
It gave me another idea.
“Show me,” I said, sitting back on my heels. “What you do late at night. When you think about this.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I crossed my arms over my chest, like I was suddenly shy. “Or else.”
He glared at me, but he took his cock in his hand, wrapping it in his fist and giving it several long, slow pulls. “Is this what you want?”
But I couldn’t answer. I was mesmerized—by the muscles that worked as he stroked himself—arm and shoulder and abs. By the way he stood, like he wasn’t ashamed—head up, chest proud, breath coming faster. And by the way his eyes remained on me, their shade of blue hotter and more piercing than a moment ago.
I started to breathe faster too. In fact, I think my breathing was more frantic than his. I could not get over that he was actually doing this in front of me—or how much I liked the sight of his hand on his cock, palm sliding over the darkened crown, fist working up and down the thick, veined shaft. I realized I hadn’t seen his naked body in the light last night, and it was perfect. A work of art.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded in a voice I’d never heard him use, a voice that couldn’t be refused. Besides, he’d done it for me. And this was all pretend, right? We trusted each other. Why not just let go?
I lifted my butt off my heels and ran my hands over my breasts, down my stomach, up my thighs, never taking my eyes off him.
“Yes.” His hand moved faster. Harder. “Yes.”
Emboldened by his reaction, I let one hand glide between my legs, slowly caressing my clit with soft, circular motions, as if I was alone in the dark and not under his eyes in the light.
“Fuck,” he growled through his teeth. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I’m thinking about you,” I panted, sliding my free hand over one breast. “I love thinking about you when I do this.”
His jaw clenched and he exhaled sharply, as if I’d said something to make him angry. “Is that true?”
“Yes,” I said, because it was. He’d always been such a good fantasy, almost like a movie star—someone out of reach. “I’d pretend your hands were on me this way.”
“My tongue.” His eyes blazed with desire. “Did you think about that?”
“I am now.” I rubbed myself a little harder, the muscles in my legs starting to hum. My eyes lingered on his erection.
“Fuck.” He closed his eyes and stopped moving his hand, keeping it wrapped tightly around his dick. “This is going to be over too soon.”
“Let me.” I took him by the wrist and pulled his hand from his cock so I could take over. Curling my fingers around him, I lowered my mouth onto his thick, hard length, taking him to the back of my throat. I held my breath, keeping still for a moment, praying I wouldn’t choke.