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Watch Me

Just act normal, I told myself as I walked into the kitchen the next morning. With
four other roommates, the small, brightly lit space was usually a zoo in the a.m.,
all of us scrambling around each other dumping cereal into bowls, frying eggs, or
toasting Pop-Tarts. None of us were gourmands except Jesse, and he grumbled as my
elbow knocked his when I passed by the stove where he was making some kind of
omelet that smelled delicious. Not that he’d be sharing it with any of us, the
greedy bastard.

My stomach growled as I headed toward the fridge. After a quick glance around, for
a second I thought I was home free. Until I spotted him tucked in the dining nook,
dark slashes of hair hiding his face where he sat at the table bent over a
textbook. He had his arm curled around it protectively, a pen tapping restlessly
against the top of the page. Eric. Shit.

As if he knew I’d stuttered to a stop upon spotting him, he glanced up, met my
eyes, and lifted a brow. “’Sup?”

I upnodded him and wrenched open the fridge, burying my face inside it as my cheeks
flamed.

It was a perfectly typical greeting between us, and I reminded myself of that as I
pulled a carton of milk from the fridge and sniffed it before setting it on the
counter and rummaging through the cabinet for some cereal. Any cereal. I didn’t
care at that point. I was distracted thinking that Eric was watching me, but when I
glanced over my shoulder to check, his attention was drilled into his textbook.

Ansel wandered in next, lanky body drenched with sweat from track practice.

“You’re stinking up the kitchen,” Jesse said.

“I literally just walked in. You must be smelling your face.”

Jesse flicked a bit of egg at him, which Ansel picked up from the floor and popped
in his mouth while I dumped cereal into my bowl. My other roommate, Mark, grabbed
the cereal box from me and stuffed his hand inside, coming out with a handful of
Cheerios he tipped into his mouth.

“Caveman,” I accused, and he grinned.

I hopped up on the counter to eat and tried not to look over at Eric again. I’d
already established that he wasn’t giving me weird looks, so I told myself to
relax.

“Which pledge should we get to DD for the mixer Thursday?” Mark asked, leaning up
against the island across from me. I reached for the empty bowl in his hand and
dropped it in the sink next to me, shaking my head.

“I can’t go. Huge calc midterm Friday, and I’m 90 percent sure I’m going to fail.”

Movement in the corner of my eye. Eric glanced up at me, then looked down again. My
stomach flipped on itself, then sank. When my cock gave a twitch, I ground my teeth
and set my cereal bowl in my lap. What the ever-loving fuck?

“Dude, come on. For an hour.” Mark was my fraternity brother, the only one in the
house. Ansel was a friend of Mark’s from high school, and Jesse was my dorm
roommate freshman year.

“Nope. I like my scholarship too much. You should get Braden to DD, though.”

“Funbuster.” Mark shot me a finger gun that I shrugged at; then he picked up his
backpack off the counter and trotted toward the back door. Ansel disappeared,
probably to shower, and Jesse was sliding his omelet onto a paper plate. Seeing the
writing on the wall, I scarfed down my cereal. I didn’t want to be alone in the
kitchen with Eric. It was a stupid, wimpy reaction, but it was what it was.

Jesse ducked out of the kitchen with his omelet just as I polished off the milk in
my bowl. I hopped from the counter, gave the bowl a quick rinse, stuck it in the
dishwasher, and was on the way to the door.

“Nate.” Eric’s deep baritone cut my stride in half. I liked the way he said my
name, though—the way he said anything, really. Always had. He had a trace of an
accent, having spent much of his childhood overseas. Or at least that’s what he’d
told us. For sharing a house, I didn’t know him that well, but he’d responded to
our ad on the U’s online forum, and he’d seemed all right enough when we first met
him. He kept to himself, mostly.

“Yeah?” I said it before I committed fully to turning around, and even I could hear
that I sounded kind of annoyed. I didn’t mean to, it was just—

“If you need some help with calc tonight, hit me up. I got an A in it last
semester.”

He’d never offered me help before, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know I was taking
the course. I bitched about it all the time.

I looked him over like his motivation would become clear. It didn’t. His expression
was open and polite, generous mouth pitched in a half-curled smile that seemed
genuine. That knot formed in my stomach again. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“I’m probably good. But thanks.”

“I’ll be around if you change your mind.”

“Yep.”

I left, bounding up the stairs to grab my backpack. When I came back down, I went
out the front door so I didn’t have to go through the kitchen again.

* * *

Upside:for once, I wasn’t nodding off in Western Civ II. Downside: it was because I
was replaying last night. It wasn’t anything dramatic, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t
been caught jerking off before; I had the typical embarrassing horror show of my
mom almost catching me more than a few times, and Jesse had walked in on me once in
the dorms. I’d busted him at least twice, and we always laughed it off.

So Eric throwing my door wide—which I’d stupidly forgotten to lock—to find me

sitting bare-assed on the small couch by my bed that faced the door while I was
jacking my shaft shouldn’t have been all that big of a deal. Except: I also had a
finger screwed deep my ass. And then: I came all over my fist while he was still
standing there wide-eyed. Maybe because he was standing there wide-eyed. I wasn’t
certain, yet, and it wasn’t like he’d done anything unusual. He’d initially
muttered a “Shit man, sorry” and started to back away, but his eyes lingered,
sketching a quick path from my face to my crotch. I had one leg up on a little
coffee table and had slouched low on the couch to get to my ass, so there was
plenty for him to look at, but still, he’d seemed mostly unruffled. I was the one
who came apart. He paused, just for a second, as thick bursts of cream pulsed from
the head of my cock while I gasped through my orgasm. There was something in his
expression then, a brief darkening that I could’ve sworn was arousal as he stood
openmouthed at the doorway. Then he tugged the door quickly shut behind him.

After he was gone, I cleaned myself up and went about business as usual, but I kept
getting the visual of him standing in that doorway, wondering what it would have
been like if he’d been there the whole time. Or if he’d stayed. Did seeing me get
him hard? Did he jerk off afterward? What if he’d stayed and done it in front of
me? What if, what if, what-ifs on fucking repeat. What-ifs that didn’t belong in a
brain primarily devoted to tits and ass, keg parties, and maintaining a GPA decent
enough to keep a scholarship.

I thought I’d resolved that kind of curiosity a long time ago, but now I wasn’t so
sure, and it was fucking with my head in a major way. All through class, my
imagination kept serving up raunchy images of Eric jacking his meat, then through
Professor Lingen’s boring-ass nasal monotone in poli-sci. Even when I grabbed a
sandwich from the cafeteria and took it out on the lawn to eat, my mind was
wandering, my eyes roaming over the other students walking by, playing tricks on me
by painting Eric’s lean proportions over every dark-haired dude who walked past.
Usually I was ogling chicks, though on occasion I’d look at a guy, really look at
him, and yeah, there was the odd moment here and there that my cock gave a little
twitch.

Today I ignored the bouncy-haired, big-cleavaged girls altogether and focused on

the guys, studying them to see if any of them got me going. Nothing. Nada. I mean,
I recognized a few of them as attractive, but none of them sent tingles zinging
through my balls the way Eric had last night. So maybe it wasn’t about Eric or
guys, maybe it was the circumstance? Maybe I’d just inadvertently unlocked some
exhibitionist kink and it wasn’t worth working myself up into a sexual identity
crisis over.

I finished my sandwich, balled up the plastic wrapper, and stuffed it into my

pocket, then checked my watch. Fifteen minutes left until my next class, and then I
was done. I figured I’d head to the gym after that, then home to plow through a
paper Professor Lingen had assigned last minute like a jerk.

When I looked up again, I spotted Eric—the real one this time—cutting across the
quad with a guy and a girl I didn’t recognize. He had a whole circle of friends I
didn’t know. Some of the guys in our house knew him better—Jesse and he seemed to
especially get along. He occasionally came out with all of us, but I didn’t know a
lot about him beyond that he was majoring in structural engineering. And currently
minoring in confusing my dick.

I studied him from behind, the way his jeans hugged his thighs and ass, the broad
shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist emphasized by the slim-fit navy T-shirt he
had on.

As if Eric felt me watching him, he turned a look over his shoulder, spotting me as
he scanned the quad, then lifted his hand. I raised mine back. The guy he was with
squeezed Eric’s bicep, and he turned away, leaning in as the guy brushed a kiss
across his cheek. It was quick, simple, friendly, I guess. But a tiny current of
electricity ran through me. Surely that wasn’t fucking jealousy. No. I refused to
even consider that, gritting my teeth at myself and shouldering my backpack as I
stood. The guy cut off in a different direction, and Eric and the girl walked into
the Arts building together.
* * *

The next twodays passed without any more out-of-the-ordinary occurrences, aside
from the fact I was still stuck on Eric and that my fantasies had grown
increasingly, dangerously vivid. I’d jacked off imagining his hand in the place of
mine more times in those forty-eight hours than I wanted to admit.

When I got back to the house from the gym late Thursday afternoon, it was quiet.
Ansel was probably at practice again, Eric’s car was gone, and Jesse? Who knew.
Mark would be helping prep for the mixer tonight—the mixer I suddenly wished I was
able to go to. Maybe I just needed to get laid. A while ago, I’d broken it off with
a girl I’d seen off and on for months and hadn’t gotten laid since. Yeah, maybe I
just needed to get back into the mix. If not tonight, then for sure later this
weekend. Mark would be down for some barhopping and ogling, and it was highly
probable a nice pair of tits and a pretty smile would cure me of all this stupid
agita over Eric.

Feeling better about the whole situation, I dropped my backpack off in my room and
headed to shower off the reek of sweat before making dinner and cracking down on
some studying.

I closed the door behind me, got down my toiletry kit, and turned on the shower
while I shaved, letting steam fill up the room. Eric’s caddy was sitting on the top
of the toilet, and I eyed it as I rinsed the razor. Jesse, Eric, and I shared the
upstairs hall bath, while Mark paid more for the room downstairs with its own bath
and Ansel got the hall bath downstairs, which was fine with him because his track
career meant he was hardly around anyway.

A bottle of cologne was sticking out of Eric’s kit, and before I could really think
about what I was doing, I reached for it, tugging off the cap to sniff the
spritzer. The scent enveloped me—dark and rich, masculine without being
overbearing. It smelled different on his skin, though, when I caught a whiff of him
walking down the hall or when he’d come into my room the other night. There was an
additional layer, a kind of musky primal scent that I guess was just him.

I glanced in the mirror, catching sight of myself, cheeks slightly flushed, blond
hair wild, my nose to the bottle like a fucking fiend. I immediately capped the
bottle and threw it back in his caddy. What the hell was I even doing? This verged
on creeper status, for fuck’s sake. I decided I’d text Mark after I got out of the
shower and lock him into the weekend stat before I progressed to the really shady
shit like scoping out Eric’s bedroom or sniffing his boxers or something.

The house was stillquiet when I emerged from the bathroom, and I threw on some
cotton track pants before heading down to the kitchen to make some grub. The
contents of the fridge were dismal. I finally unearthed a frozen chicken dinner
among bottles of vodka in the freezer and ate it while thumbing a quick text to
Mark about the weekend.

Sure thing, man, he replied when I said I needed outing plans that included getting
laid. Will see if I can rustle up a few hotties for the weekend.

Relief in sight. Even if I didn’t get laid—and there was no reason that I
shouldn’t; I didn’t usually have to try very hard—dedicated female company should
get my dick back in line. It had always worked before.

After I finished my meal and gave a cursory clean to the kitchen, throwing a pile
of dishes in the dishwasher, I had no other viable procrastination options unless I
wanted to go grocery shopping. So I headed upstairs to study.

I was an hour into it, crouched on the couch over the open books on my coffee
table. I had a desk, but it was swarmed by my laptop and a bunch of other papers.
My head swam with equations and derivatives, and I was considering taking a break,
making a snack, then having a quick jerk, when I heard footsteps on the stairs. The
bedroom door was cracked, and I could tell by the heavier footfalls it was Eric.
Jesse usually ran up and was smaller, lighter on his feet than Eric’s compactly
muscled physique. I caught a glimpse of his shirtsleeve as he passed by, and I let
out a breath. That’s right, just keep on going, dude.

The footsteps stopped, then Eric came into view again as he took a few backward
steps and paused at the door. His loud rap nudged the door wider.

“Yeah?”

He opened the door fully and leaned against the frame, arms folding over his chest.
“Figured I’d wait for a verbal confirmation this time.”

I gave him a tight smile. “No prob. That was my bad for forgetting to lock it in
the first place.” I felt my cheeks start to flame, but he didn’t bat a lash, just
scrutinized me and shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing to worry about.”

He eyed the books on the table in front of me and then flickered a look up at me.
“How’s it going?”

I shrugged. “Not so bad. Just…tedious, I guess.”

“Cool.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, glancing around my room
and then back at me. His eyes were an intense, deep green, pine-needle green—which
was about as poetic as I got—and they might as well have been real needles the way
his look got under my skin and sparked in my groin. “Right. Well, then, I’ve got a
paper to work on, so…”

“Actually—” The words launched from my chest, and I hoped they didn’t sound as
desperate as I felt. “—I’m a little stuck on this one thing, if you wouldn’t mind.
Maybe you can dumb it down for me or something.” I knew Eric was smart, though he
didn’t call attention to it or anything. It was just the quiet confidence that
seeped from him. While the rest of us were bitching about grades or courses, he
never made a peep. But I’d noticed in our student forum announcements that he made
the dean’s list every semester.

Another one of those sexy half-smiles that he excelled at rippled along the corner
of his mouth. Eric removed his hands from his pockets, one dark brow bowing upward
as he sauntered forward—and fuck if I didn’t like that, that little, almost playful
quirk of his brow. My dick, too.

“You don’t need me to dumb it down for you. You’re not an idiot, frat boy.”

“I can’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult, or some weird combination of

both.” I scooted over on the couch to make room for him. The two of us just fit,
the cushions sagging in the middle when he added his weight to it. The thing was
ancient, an old, cheesy faux-leather hand-me-down from my parents’ house.

“It was more a tease.” He cut a wry look aside at me, one corner of his mouth
lifting again. How he did that effortlessly sexy thing was beyond me. Did he even
know he was doing it? Was it some innate gift? Either way, I was responding to it
like some hungry fucking animal to the promise of table scraps.
“So what’s tripping you up?”

Right now? You. I cleared my throat with a frown and centered my focus on my book
again, explaining the problem I was stuck on.

Eric dived in, unraveling the complex equation with ease, but explaining it in a
way that made so much sense I felt like a bonehead for not getting it in the first
place. A half hour later, we’d worked through another set of study problems, and I
felt more confident about the exam tomorrow.

He watched me work through the last set, nodding as I moved through it.

“Who are those people you were with earlier today?” I asked, penciling in a number,
then pausing to erase it and correct.

“Couple of friends. Why?”

“You just never bring anyone around much.” I’d wondered before. Eric didn’t
announce he was bi that I could remember. In fact, I didn’t think I’d even know if
Jesse hadn’t told me, and I had no idea how Jesse knew. I’d only ever seen Eric
bring home a few girls before, and not with any frequency—though thinking about
some of those instances sent another sluice of heat running through me. But he’d
never brought home a guy, so if he was getting it, he was getting it elsewhere.
And…screen refresh on that sluice of heat; it poured through me all over again,
imagining Eric tugging down a guy’s fly, lowering to his knees. God, I needed help.

“No offense, but there’s a strong jock theme running rampant through this house.”
His words snapped me back to the present.

“Yeah, but none of us are really dicks. Shit, you’re probably the biggest dick of
all of us.” Eric was snarky, no doubt.

“I like to think it’s a good size, yeah,” he quipped back, and I flipped him off to
distract myself from thinking about the size of his dick. Man, I was really digging
myself deeper into the hole here.

“I dunno,” he continued. “I could, I guess. We just always end up somewhere else.”

“Are you…?” I wasn’t sure how to ask what I wanted to know without being obvious,
but apparently my expression was obvious enough.

“Hooking up with one of them? Chet and Amanda?” he laughed. “No, I mean I think
Chet would be all over that…but no.” One eyebrow perked. “Why, you interested?” He
gave me a cheeky smile, and I blew out a long breath, shaking my head.

“Nope, just asking. The girl was cute.”

“But not Chet?” He seemed very interested in my answer.

I tried for a casual shrug. “He was all right. I mean…yeah, sure.”

“I’d be happy to pass your number to him. Or Amanda. I don’t think either one of
them would pass up a body like yours.” He was definitely fucking with me now.

“No, that’s not what I—” I gave an aggravated shake of my head, ignoring his smirk
as I bent my head back over the table and glared at the math problem, working
through it in silence that grew more awkward by the second.

When I finished, I dropped my pencil on the table and collapsed back into the couch
with a long exhale. Eric checked my work, then gave me a nod. “Looks good. I think
you’ve got it.”

“Thanks so much, dude, really. This is a huge load off.”

He started chuckling, and it took me a second to realize what was making him laugh,
but when I did, that stupid flush started crawling up my cheeks again. I smeared my
hands down my face like I could drag the color away. I’d worked myself up so much
over the past few days I was about to explode just being near him. I was probably
throwing off pheromones like a motherfucker. Was he really unaware? Something about
the way he was looking at me made me think he knew exactly how much he’d been on my
mind lately.

“It’s not a big deal, you know. I’ve been busted more times than I can count on
both hands.” Why? Why did my cock twitch at that?

“Though—” His head tipped to one side, his eyes going distant. “Can’t say I’ve ever
actually busted in on a guy and then he shot his load in front of me. Killer timing
on that one. Your face, man.” He made a whooshing sound effect. “Shock and awe.”

“Yep, no need to rehash. I was there.”

He grinned as I went redder.

“I’m just fucking with you.” His grin waned when I didn’t smile, and his expression
sobered. “I’ll stop.”

“No it’s fine, just—” I shook my head. “I’m making things awkward. Let’s just stop
talking about it.”

He shrugged. “Whatever. But really, no need to be awkward. Honestly, at the risk of

having you go full bro jock on me, it was pretty fucking hot.”

He did this thing with his lower lip, where his teeth clamped down on the corner,
while tendrils of fire crept through me and stoked my pulse. Raw, smack-you-upside-
the-head desire coiled in my pelvis. Just that last sentence had unleashed it, and
now I was sporting a raging boner. The look he turned on me then was one of
assessment, but whatever was in my expression was enough to swivel his head back to
my textbook. He dropped the pen he was holding between the pages and stood,
shifting, but not enough to hide his own erection.

“Anyhow, if you need more help, you know where to find me.”

I sucked in a breath as he started for the door. “Eric.”

He twisted back toward me in a slow quarter turn, his brows arching high on his
forehead. For a minute, I wondered if somehow he’d known this was about to come, if
he’d known the second after he walked in on me and had just been waiting. But his
expression revealed nothing more than open curiosity.

And God, I had to admit how hot he was right then: the dark tousle of his hair, the
intense green-brown stare, that plump, lush mouth of his. He probably got as much
ass as he wanted, regardless of gender. I reminded myself I was no slouch either. I
had to in order to have the confidence to say what I did next.

“It was hot. For me, too. Obviously.”

Silence. Patient, excruciating silence. Then he wet his lips, and I watched rapt as
the pink tip of his tongue slid along his lower lip before his teeth snagged that
plump bit of flesh and trapped it. My heart thundered in my chest. “In fact, I was
wondering if…if it could happen again.”

“Me walking in on you?” He asked it carefully, studying me.

“More like…maybe you watching me?” Holy shit, I couldn’t believe I was still
talking.

“You like being watched?”

“I don’t know.” I was getting worked up again, frustrated, but I wasn’t sure about
what, exactly. “The whole thing kind of threw me off because of course I’ve been
busted before, but I’ve never had a reaction like that, and now I don’t know
whether it’s…” I couldn’t bring myself to say you, so I chose the next best option.
“…whether maybe I’m into being watched.”

“Or maybe you’re into dudes, too?” Fucker wasn’t going to let me get away with
shit.

I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe that, too.”

“So you’re bicurious, and what, you want to experiment with me?”

“No! That’s not what I fucking said. I said I wanted you to watch me. But forget
it, it’s a dumb idea anyway.”

Eric’s head tipped to one side again, a tiny smile playing over his lips as he
looked at me like I was completely transparent. “Oh, hell no. I’m not letting you
get away with that, Sanders. It’s out there now.”

I tensed on the couch as he turned around, closed the door and locked it, then
dragged my wheeled desk chair closer to me before dropping into it.

“What are you doing?” My voice was ragged and thick, choked with my own horniness
and rising panic at how much I wanted this. Even if I wanted to pretend I didn’t.

“I’m going to sit in this chair and watch you get off.” He lifted a finger when I
started to protest. “And we’re both going to enjoy every second of it.” The guy was
confidence embodied, sleek, sexual, primal perfection. My mouth watered just
looking at him.

He dropped lightly in the chair and laced his fingers across the waistband of his
jeans. It was so startlingly prim for a guy who looked the way he did, all rugged
and artfully disheveled, that I would have laughed had he not been staring at me so
wolfishly.

“Right now? What, so I’m just supposed to start?”

“Looks to me like you’re ready to go. Well, you were a second ago. And no offense,
but you’re throwing off vibes like whoa.”

It was true—my erection had flagged in rebellion of this actually happening,

actually being watched and expected to get off. I took a second to assess the
situation, which only led to mass confusion. This was exactly what I’d been trying
desperately not to wish for. And now the opportunity was sitting right there in
front of me. Fuck it, I wasn’t going to wimp out. Maybe if I just got it out of my
system, I could go back to my previously scheduled programming of tits and pussy.

“Just do what you would if I wasn’t here,” he suggested, getting comfortable in the
chair. He spread his legs a little wider and shimmied his shoulders against the
back of the chair.

“Ha,” I grumbled. Right. That easy.

Arching against the back of the couch, I eased my pants down to my upper thighs, my
flagging dick exposed to the air, to him. But as soon as it was set free and I
glanced up to see Eric looking at me with evident, naked hunger, it twitched. A
shot of heat streaked through his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. God, he was
just going to keep staring at me like that.

My hand wrapped the base of my cock and gave it a squeeze before I dragged up and
shivered at the faint sting of dry friction.

Eric wiggled a little in the chair, shifting and tilting his hips slightly. The
erection pressing against his jeans formed a huge mound that I couldn’t stop
looking at.

“Fuck, you’ve got a nice one on you. Do that again.”

The throaty growl of his voice and the words he spoke had me stifling a groan, but
I complied, squeezing my root hard and then tugging upward again with a hiss of
pleasure. I was having trouble concentrating, the way his gaze was boring into me,
and my dick was threatening to go soft again under his intense scrutiny. I
should've put a porno on, some other ambient noise besides the sound of my breath
coming out in staccato bursts. I was suddenly too aware of everything around me and
of him watching me. I had stage fright. Scratch what I said earlier—I was totally
going to wimp out.

“Fuck. This is stupid.” I tucked myself away and got up, starting to push past the
chair where he sat so I could open the door and send him on his way. Eric reached
out and caught me by the hips when I tried to pass, pulling me between his legs as
he looked up at me.

“It’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t even close to what I’d call it.” That
raspy, sexy purr of sound pinned me where I was.

My cock perked at the sensation of his hands on me, the firm grip of his fingers.
His thumbs swept back and forth, steadying my nerves but doing some wicked magic to
my libido.

“Hot. Sexy. Mouthwatering. Those are just a few.”

I swallowed hard, frozen in place by the slow circles his thumbs made. His fingers
flexed slightly, his grasp on my hips adjusting so that the next time his thumbs
looped around, they slid under my T-shirt and brushed bare skin. He watched me from
beneath his lashes. There was desire in it, but it was sedate. Patient and
prowling. “You need more?”

I nodded, only half-aware of what I was doing, and his mouth corkscrewed up in a
grin that made my heart start pounding erratically again in anticipation of
whatever was coming next. His head drooped forward, lips, chin, and nose brushing
over the soft cotton fabric clinging to my groin. He nuzzled into my crotch, almost
like a creature seeking attention, and my hand lifted to drop lightly on top of his
head, touching the silky, dark strands of hair. I wanted to clench the strands in
my fist and tangle my fingers through them, but I didn’t.

He brushed his open mouth across my stiffening cock, his exhale warming the fabric
and my shaft beneath before he tipped his chin up to catch my eye again. “Riveting,
impossible to look away from.” He exhaled a throaty chuckle. “I’m starting to grasp
at straws, here.”

“Yeah, kinda sounds like you’re describing a car wreck or a celebrity meltdown
now.” I hated the shaky thread in my voice.

Eric gave me a little smirk, easing back in the chair, then curled his fingers
under, hooking the waistband of my pajama pants and drawing them slowly down over
the tops of my thighs. “Want to try again?”

I swallowed a gulp of air and nodded, still frozen like a piece of lawn art by his
focus. I wanted to keep it, keep him looking at me the way he was, his gaze making
a slow circuit from my eyes to my cock. His lips parted on a breath as my hand
transferred from the top of his head to the base of my cock jutting hard and
swollen between us. When I was unable to get the momentum going again, he reached,
watching my expression as he wrapped one hand around mine and started me off.

“Oh God,” I groaned, the sound helpless and raw, but shit, it was…something else,
an out-of-this-world turn-on, as Eric's hand started guiding mine up and down my
shaft.

“Mmm.” Another seductive purr of sound. “You like that?” His eyes flicked away from
my cock, rising to meet mine.

I nodded mutely, struck dumb again as his fingers tightened around mine, pressure
intensifying, the strokes slow and easy, considerate of the lack of lube. My body
hummed with excitement and arousal like a lightbulb on steroids.

He jacked me for a couple of minutes, and my eyes shuttered closed as I lost myself
in the rough pleasure. They snapped wide again at a rustle of sound, his zipper
sliding. Another glance upward from Eric as he shifted around in the seat. I caught
a flash of taut skin. “Is this okay? Shit, I’m so fucking hard.”

“Yeah.” Did I squeak it or say it? Either way, talk about riveting—once he had his
cock out, my eyes were glued to Eric’s lap and the exposed vee of him as he dragged
his fist up and down the smooth length. He was thick and long, cockhead so plump
with blood it was shining. And he was uncut.

“Wow, that’s…” I was at a loss for words. Again.

“My dick.”

“Not what I was going to say, but yeah, that’s definitely a dick.” I had a sneaking
suspicion he knew exactly how to use it to best effect, too, and I got lost for a
few seconds, watching him stroke himself, hand gliding from root to tip, twisting a
bit over the head, foreskin shifting and rubbing. I’d bet it felt fucking good.
First time I’d ever had foreskin envy in my life.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah, kind of hard not to,” I muttered. “And I need some lube.” The tandem
friction of his hand and mine was starting to become abrasive. But I had no idea
that he would take the bold initiative of leaning forward and sucking the head of
my dick into his mouth.

Erotic, wet heat bloomed around my crown and radiated as his lips wrapped me.

I jerked back so hard and with such a noisy gasp of sound Eric laughed outright,
shrugging at my wide-eyed look of surprise. “I mean, my mouth is right there.”
His chin tipped down, and he let a string of spit drizzle onto his own cock,
completely unperturbed while my thighs tensed up so hard they burned. It had felt
good. So fucking good. My thoughts spun around in overdrive, at war with my body
because I’d already gone beyond a half-assed experimental exhibition session.
Christ, I was standing between his legs jerking off while he jerked himself. And I
was itching for more.

“Do it again,” I whispered, echoing his words from before.

His expression became studious, searching my face while his strokes slowed. I
thought he might say something—deny me, make fun of me, jerk my chain somehow—but
instead, after a handful of seconds, and with that molten gaze still pinned to
mine, he tipped forward, breath and lips ghosting hot over my tip as he flicked his
tongue at the ooze of precome from my slit.

I staggered in a breath and made a pitiful sound, this kind of whimpering rasp,
like it was the first time someone had put their mouth on my dick. But it was like
that in a way with him. The whole thing felt surreal, and suddenly, whatever mental
shackles that’d been hanging me up broke. I didn’t give a shit what I looked like
or what exactly we were doing, or why, I just wanted it.

I shoved my pants farther down, to my knees, and when he opened his mouth and took
me deep, my hand jumped to the back of his chair to steady myself because it was
fucking amazing. The hot slip and slide of his mouth, the slurp and smack of his
lips as he bobbed on my cock. He was messy and completely unselfconscious about it,
which stoked my arousal that much higher.

“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned, spreading my legs wider, muscles straining to brace
my weight and keep me from melting into a puddle. The chair began squeaking
comically as he moved in it. My hand dropped to my balls, tugging at them, and his
hand swerved in to bat mine away as he took over. The guy sucked cock like a pro,
like something I’d see in a porno. He lapped fiendishly at me, taking me hard and
deep into the back of his throat, then spitting me out all shiny and slick,
dripping with his spit.

“I’m gonna blow,” I warned him on a raspy exhale.

He pulled off me, cheeks flushed, his pupils wide and dark. His lips were wet and
swollen and so damn sexy it hurt.

“What the hell?” I protested.

He smiled like the devil.

“We’re missing something key, aren’t we?”

I panted, confused, shaking my head. “No, we were definitely not missing anything.”

“You sure?” Then he slid a wet finger behind my sac and brushed over my hole.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I let out a whimper as he circled my pucker with the
tip of his finger. It felt amazing. Worlds away from my fumbling, amateur attempts
at stimulating my prostate the other night and on nights before. Eric’s finger
edged back and forth along my taint, then rubbed persistently at the tight ring of
muscle, shredding my restraint. My hips tipped by a fraction at first, magnetized
by the light pressure of his touch, then more insistently the more he rubbed my
hole but refused to breach it.
“Are you—” I started to question, and that was the moment he slipped the tip of his
finger inside me. I clenched instinctively, groaning through the burn of his
invasion.

“Bear down. It helps,” he directed and kept his finger still while lifting his
other hand to circle around my cock again. Not enough friction, not even close.
Just light, teasing strokes that distracted me enough for him to slide his finger
deeper inside.

“How’s that?”

“Better.” And absolutely nothing like doing it myself.

“You have lube?”

“Drawer over there.” I tilted my head, unwilling to move because something was
happening. Something delicious and shuddery. His finger probed farther, then
curled, and my mouth dropped wide open in a soundless moan.

“There it is.” He sounded so pleased with himself, but maybe he was right to be
because this put my awkward fumbling to shame. This was a whole different ball
game. This was a whole different ball game in another damn universe. I gripped the
back of the chair tighter, my lips pressing together as he teased the mound of
nerve endings inside me, looking up at me with a lazy smirk.

“Fucking hell,” I gasped.

“More like heaven, I think, yeah?”

I dropped my chin to my chest, closing my eyes as he continued stroking my

prostate. When I chanced another look, I could see his cock was still standing at
stiff attention in front of me. I licked my lips, considering, then quickly
dismissed the thought.

“It would feel a lot better with some lube and you spread out on that bed.”

“Yeah, okay.” I wasn’t even really thinking about what I was saying. I was just one
big zombie nerve ending trying to get off.

Eric laughed as I stumbled on my way to the bed, forgetting the pants wrapped
around my knees. I caught myself on the edge and kicked my pants the rest of the
way off, flopping onto my back and listening as he rustled around the drawer of my
nightstand.

“Bingo.”

I’d fallen sideways onto the mattress, and Eric came to stand between my knees,
still fully clothed but for that gargantuan erection poking from his jeans. For
some reason that was insanely hot to me, him being fully clothed while I was butt-
ass naked. It made me feel vulnerable, though not in a threatening way. It was hard
to explain. He stood there stroking himself, so inconceivably hot, and looking down
at me like I was a meal he was about to savor, like he had all the time in the
world. I felt like I was about to burst from my own skin.

“You’re sexy as hell, frat boy. You get told that often?”

“Not by guys.” The rough denim of his jeans brushed against my knees, sending a
shiver racing up my thighs to my pelvis, like my entire skin had been sensitized. I
was getting impatient for more. More of what we’d been doing before. More stroking,
more sucking, more fingering my ass. Just more. “Are we doing this?”

He nodded slowly, biting his lip, still so damn unhurried I almost wanted to punch
him.

“Yeah, but only if you make me a promise not to be fucking weird about it. Because
I’m not going to be weird about it. And if you can make that promise, then yeah,
I’m about to get down on my knees for you and take you the fuck apart, piece by
piece until I turn you inside out.”

My heart slammed in my chest, every circuit in my body firing, and I nodded hard,
just once, before I found my breath. And words. They were hard to manage. “I
promise. Or, fuck, I’ll try at least. Just…go.”

Eric leaned over me, fingertips dropping to my chest, circling my nipple and
pinching until it hardened. I sucked in a breath. Then his fingers drifted slowly
down my abdomen, following the light trail of hair, his touch like mist ghosting
over me. His caress dragged over my package, and my slit squeezed out another drop
of precome that dripped onto my stomach. This guy was playing me like a pro, and I
was loving every second of it.

“It’s more fun if you don’t rush it.”

Whatever. I didn’t care as long as he was touching me, as long as getting off was
in the near future. Nearish future. The back of his hand nudged the inside of my
thigh, and I widened my legs to accommodate him as he eased down onto his knees. My
eyes shuttered closed on another ragged gulp of air at the sight of him kneeling in
front of me. One hand landed on each of my kneecaps, Eric’s fingers curling to
stroke the soft skin behind my knees. Then I felt the heels of his hands pushing
against the top of my shins, urging my legs up.

“Put your feet on the edge of the bed.”

“Are you sure?” My eyes popped open to stare down at him.

He laughed. “Pretty fucking sure. Let me see you.”

If I did that, I’d be wide open to him, exposed to the max. I weighed my hesitation
against the promise blazing in his eyes. I lifted one leg up and then the other,
exposing my ass, and was about to crack some dumb joke about feeling like a girl
going to a gynecologist but yelped out instead as his tongue hit my hole in a rush
of velvety heat.

Nerve endings I didn’t even know I had sang through my body. One of my feet shot
off the bed reflexively, and Eric caught it as I scrabbled and eased me back into
position.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as he anchored his hands to the backs of my thighs, keeping
me rooted to the bed and spread wide for him.

No response from him except for a warm hum of sound that vibrated over my taint and
sank into my aching balls.

He licked me in long, hot strokes, from my crack to my sac, where he’d pause to
nibble at the loose skin there. His hand came up to my shaft, but instead of
pumping me hard and fast like I wanted him to, he squeezed the base, pulsing his
fist around me. My head thrashed back, and my fingers dug into the sheets.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” I rasped out. I didn’t think he was going to, though. By
now I was convinced he was hell-bent on driving me to the edge of sanity.

His tongue kept stroking, lapping at me, circling my hole, and my hips started
rocking to meet him, wanting more, wanting something…

I yelled out again as Eric pushed his tongue inside me, spearing me with that
smooth muscle. I could feel his spit dribbling down the crack of my ass and forming
a wet spot beneath me. My cock was weeping, throbbing, sweeping me along in the
dual torture-pleasure of his hand still pulsing on my shaft and his tongue fucking
my asshole. The wet smacks and grunts coming from both of us were an insane turn-
on.

“Jerk me, please,” I begged. When there was no response, I lifted a shaky hand to
fist my cock only to have it batted away. I growled out my frustration. After that,
he started moving his hand slowly, lightly. Not enough. Fire burned through my core
as he sucked and licked and pushed into me. But I needed more.

“Fingers,” I pleaded, then heard the pop of a cap. Lube-slicked fingers slid back
in my ass, finding my prostate easily, filling me, stroking me, building intensity
until he was coming in hard and fast, then twisting inside me and pulling back
slow. I couldn’t catch my breath. My abs flexed and contracted. My whole damn body
felt like one giant muscle tensed for release.

With his finger still plugging at my ass, Eric pushed one of my knees down and
maneuvered onto the bed next to me, half on his side. My eyes flew to his face,
taking in the spit-glazed, swollen lips, the wide pupils, and that piercing stare
still trained on me. Hell, he looked like pure sex. His chin tilted down, and for a
second I thought he was going to kiss me. Panic and fear widened my eyes, and I
blurted out, “Fuck me.”

Eric’s jaw went slack with confusion, his fingers stilling inside me. “What?
Really?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah. I want it.” I did want it. I didn’t want him to kiss me,
but I wanted him to fuck me, and it probably made no kind of sense to him and
hardly made sense to me, but I saw the flash of untempered desire in his eyes when
I said it, and I knew he wanted it, too.

Still, he hesitated, a shadow of vulnerability passing over his features that I’d
never seen in him before and wouldn’t have guessed he was capable of. He touched
the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth and then nodded. “Same goes,
though—no freaking out. Remember you asked for this.”

I wondered if there was something else making him so cautious or if it was just
because it was me and what he thought he knew about me.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want. But I won’t freak out.”

“Oh, I want to, frat boy, no fucking worries. I’m dying to get in that tight hole.”
And just like that, his confidence was back. Somehow its reappearance put me at
ease.

I rolled onto my stomach.

“That how you want it?” The mattress dipped as Eric slid from the edge of it.

“Yeah.” I wanted his dick in me, but I didn’t want the intimacy of him watching me
while he fucked me. Or the possibility of kissing. That was territory I was nowhere
near ready for yet, if I’d ever be.
I felt his touch land gently on my hip. He tapped me. “Up on your knees.” The denim
of his jeans rustled as he pushed them down his legs. The laces of his shoes
whispered as he tugged them loose. Even the sound of him undressing was twisting me
up.

“Nightstand, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I assumed he was asking about condoms, and that was, of course, the
universal location.

The foil packet crinkled, and I glanced over my shoulder to find it clenched
between Eric’s teeth as he ripped it, his other hand lightly stroking up and down
his shaft as he looked at my ass. He gave me a wild, wicked grin that set my groin
simmering all over again, then rolled the condom down over his cock, pinching the
end.

I dropped my head down to my forearms. His fingers brushed over my hole, dipping
just inside, and I shifted, trying to wriggle back onto his fingers.

Planting his palm low on my back, Eric nudged me forward as he put his knees to the
edge of the bed and shuffled closer.

“Perfect,” he breathed out, the sound low, almost hoarse. “This is a good look for
you.” More teasing. I was ready to quip back, but just then the tip of his cock
brushed my hole and I forgot what I’d been about to say. The sensation was so
different: his head all blunt and smooth, plump with the flush of blood, and it
slid against me effortlessly. He kept pressing the heel of his hand into my back,
making languid back-and-forth passes up and down my crack that teased me until I
was nearly postal with the desire to impale myself on him. He reached down,
kneading my balls for a second, and then one hand moved to my hip and latched on to
me like an anchor.

“Ready?”

“Go.”

It burned. Fuck, it burned, even with all the lube, and Eric went still, waiting
while I spit out a few curses. It wasn’t the first time I’d had something in my
ass, but it was the first time I’d had something in my ass besides my own fingers,
something that was attached to another living, breathing human being. Freshman
year, I’d gotten this ridiculously sized, flesh-colored dildo to use as part of a
dumb Halloween costume involving a Speedo. Let’s just say I got a little curious
later on, and with the friendly help of some alcohol and a shit ton of lube, I
managed to fit the thing up my ass. It'd taken me a half hour, though. And this was
nothing like that. Nothing at all. This was a warm, living burn, an insane sense of
fullness. I let out a plaintive groan, and Eric caressed my asscheek.

“It gets better.”

“We’ll see.” I couldn’t even comprehend how he was going to fit the rest of himself
inside me, much less move. If it didn’t get better, I was done with this
experiment, could check it off my bucket list and be done with it. In a way, it was
kind of a relief.

Eric pulled back slightly and this time pushed in a little deeper. I felt my ass
opening around him, swallowing his length. The sting faded, but the fullness
remained, almost unbearable. I wasn’t sure I liked it at all. He kneaded my hip
with one hand, then clenched my buttcheek, spreading me as he slid in again.
“Fuuuuuck.”

“Still burning?”

“No, but it feels like I’ve got the Washington Monument stuffed up my ass.”

Eric chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I really don’t think it is. Fuck, I don’t know if I can do this.” The pressure was
too intense.

Eric caressed my ribs, the side of my hip. I knew it was probably meant to be
soothing, but it wasn’t quite working. “Fair enough. Give me another minute, and if
you still hate it, we’ll stop, okay?”

I nodded, spreading my legs wider. He curled over me, bracing on one hand while the
other found my cock, his grip tighter this time, more friction as he pumped me.
Little zings of pleasure sparked in waves across my abdomen, and the next thing I
knew, I felt his body fully against me. He was all the way inside me and groaned as
I gave a testing clench of my muscles. I didn’t know why I did it; it sent an echo
of burn through me, but I guess I wanted to know his fat cock hadn’t destroyed my
sphincter.

“Again,” he said, and I clenched again. “Fuuuuck, amazing.”

Locking his hands around my hips, Eric slowly withdrew, leaving just his tip inside
me. My lungs leaked air in small gasps as he pushed slowly deeper again. And then
back out and in again.

He shifted around a bit, and the next time he pushed back in I saw stars. Hell, I
saw the universe. I have no idea how I reacted because I could hardly even see
straight and my eyes were clenched shut anyway, but there must have been something,
because he groaned and whispered, “Fuck yes, there you go.”

After another few slow, euphoric strokes painted my insides with the buzz of
electricity, Eric picked up the pace. His fingers dug divots in my sides as he
fucked me in measured strokes. My body jolted with each thrust, lighting up and
melting as he pulled out before he pushed back in and repeated the pattern all over
again.

“So fucking good,” he grated out. “You’re tight as hell, frat boy.”

I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my ass transmuting to this tightly

coiled sensation in my balls that was just waiting for the match strike to explode.
This time when I reached for my cock, he didn’t stop me. I moaned as I fisted my
shaft, finally giving myself the friction I’d been longing for. Eric withdrew all
the way, then slammed back into me with a curse, and I nearly howled at the heady
shot of pleasure mixed with pain. It was like my body was being attacked in the
best of ways on multiple fronts, and couldn’t decide what the fuck it was doing or
where it was going. My hips zigged and zagged. My quads contracted. I bucked and
arched. My orgasm edged closer and closer each time I stroked up, each time Eric’s
fat, swollen head hit my prostate. And all I could keep thinking was…why had I been
holding out on myself? This was fucking amazing.

My entire body started shuddering with the promise of sweet relief. My insides were
liquid magma, ready to blow, and the air was filled with the obscene chorus of
Eric’s body smacking against mine.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Keep going.”

I was ready, so fucking ready for this orgasm, and I just knew it was going to blow
away anything I’d had before.

And then all of the sudden it was gone. I was expecting a thrust, that sweet, mind-
blowing fullness again, and I got nothing but Eric panting behind me and the
distinct sensation of emptiness. My body protested this unwanted plot twist with a
shudder.

I actually snarled and twisted around to look at Eric. He had one hand fisted
around the base of his cock. The other was still on my hip.

“What the hell are you doing?” My voice sounded desperate and unhinged. Which was
apt, because I was.

“Taking a breather.” He gave me a fierce smile.

“A breather?” Like we were working out together, performing some compound sets or
something. What the fuck? “I was about to come.”

“Yeah, I could tell.”

My dick throbbed in my hand. Both it and I were confused. “And? Isn’t that the
point?”

“It’s one of them, but there are a lot of nice scenic overlooks on the way. Why are
you in such a hurry?” He caught my glance at the clock. “You know as well as I do,
no one’s coming back before midnight. We’ve got hours.”

“Hours?” Did he hear the edge of panic in my voice? The chuckle that followed made
it clear he did.

“We won’t take that long. But I swear, if you trust me, I promise you the most
mind-blowing orgasm of your life. The cream of the crop, the fucking pinnacle of…
fucking.” He was awfully confident about that, but I was frustrated as hell.

“Edging, yeah, I’ve heard. Not interested.” I meant it, despite the fact that I
moaned when he dropped his hand to fondle my balls, then slid his finger back in my
hole.

“I thought this was about experimentation.”

“It was about getting off. In an experimental way. Not Eric’s hour to fuck
mercilessly with the ‘frat boy.’” His finger corkscrewed inside me, and my hips
jerked. Bastard. After being filled with his cock, my prostate was overly
sensitive, the barest brush sending flutters through my stomach. It was good, but
not enough. I wanted his dick again. It was a crazy thought to have.

I pulled away from his touch, sat back on my heels, then turned around and scooted
toward the edge of the bed. “I’m done.”

Eric slid off the side of the bed and knelt in front of me.

“Come on,” he said softly. “Have I led you wrong at any point tonight?” He pushed
my knees open and licked a wet stripe up my shaft that made me shiver. So fucking
good. Was his mouth magic? Was he? I clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

“Lie back down, put your hands in my hair. Let me take you through the roof.”
I closed my eyes, inhaled a deep breath through my nose, and wondered what the fuck
it was about him that kept my body humming when it was around him. I didn’t know
why he was so invested in this unless he was just bored. But I found myself sinking
back on the bed, my feet on the floor and my hands threading through his soft hair
as he bent over my lap and took me in his mouth.

After all the action from my own hand, being back in the wet haven of his mouth was
ecstasy. He took hold of the base of my cock and licked his way up and down my
shaft, sucking the sides, slurping at the top, lavishing a hell of a lot of
attention on the notch below my crown. I started moving again, slow undulations
that pushed me to the back of his throat, where he’d swallow against me, sending
flutters of pleasure trembling through my balls. He pushed a finger inside me
again, and this time I lifted my legs off the floor and onto the bed, making room
for him without prompting.

He murmured a noise of approval that vibrated through me. Fuck, it felt so good. We
found some kind of synced rhythm—his hands, his mouth, my body, all moving in
collaboration. It was euphoric and I mentally rolled around in it, saturated myself
in the trifecta of sensation. With my eyes closed, I bathed in the sweet, slippery
friction assaulting my lower half. So much so that it took me a second to realize
his mouth had been replaced by his hand pumping me steadily and that his finger was
gone from my ass, replaced by his thick head nudging inside me again.

“Fuck yes,” I exhaled. I no longer cared that I wasn’t facing away from him, that
when I opened my eyes he was right there, one hand still on my cock, the other
brushing against my ass, spreading me as he pushed deep inside. His expression was
intense, his eyes fixed on the place where our bodies joined. He bit his lip, bare
chest rising in a staggered breath, and for the first time I could see how on edge
he was, how close he was, and trying to hold back. It was a sexy kind of
vulnerability that ignited in me like pure flame. When his gaze flicked up to my
face, I caught a brief glimpse of him going wide-eyed as I reached for him and
dragged him down. He flailed and landed heavily on my chest. I wrapped my legs
around him, grabbed two handfuls of his ass, and yanked until he was buried inside
me.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Oh fuck.”

I grinned like a bastard, feeling like I’d won some kind of unspoken contest as
Eric’s fingers clamped around my shoulders and he began plowing into me. But soon I
was carried away on waves of pleasure again as he adjusted his hips slightly,
planted his palms on either side of my head, and pushed up so that his lower belly
raked my cock with every thrust.

Then it was me being the noisemaker, arching and shimmying my body into the
friction of his, moaning every time he thrust back inside me. He dropped down to
his forearms, and his cheek brushed against mine, his panting breaths loud so close
to my ear, like bursts of static. He sped up, fucked me harder, faster, deeper,
grunting with the effort, and I exploded into a free fall, my balls seizing up and
my stomach clenching as I shattered around his cock, spilling what felt like a
bucket of come onto our abdomens.

“Shit,” I moaned. “Holy fuck.”

It kept going, shudders and tremors of crazy intense pleasure racing through me,
from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. I was sure every hair on my body
stood on end with the impact of it, like I was being cratered out with the sheer
force of my release. My hips bucked wildly, and even after the last gush of my load
had pulsed from my tip, my cock kept twitching. My ass spasmed around him, and Eric
buried a loud curse into my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin as he roared to
climax. If I hadn’t been so recently spent, I would have come again, because it was
hot as hell feeling the way he contracted, then unloaded inside me. He kept moving,
riding the wave of his orgasm, teeth still clamped down on the side of my neck
until he finally gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of me.

I was sweating like a motherfucker. Or maybe he was. We both were, I decided, and I
turned my head to the side to try and wipe my dripping brow against the sheets.

His teeth released their hold on the side of my neck, and he buried his face into
the sheets next to mine, panting. Aftershocks rolled through me in pleasant little
jolts of electricity that made my body tremble beneath his. He exhaled a lazy
chuckle after the third one rolled through. Then, mumbling something I couldn’t
understand against my skin, Eric flopped off me and onto his back beside me,
stripping off the condom and knotting it as he lay there.

I swallowed, brushing my fingers against the tender skin at the side of my neck. It
would probably be bruised, but at the moment I didn’t care. Worth it. So worth it.

He gave me a sidelong glance that hovered around the spot I was rubbing. “Sorry
about that.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m definitely not. Are you?”

“No.”

“No, but…?”

“I don’t think there’s a but.” Maybe it would come later, but right then I was too
blissfully fucked out to think of anything other than sleep.

Eric rolled up to a sitting position, scrubbing his face with his hands. “Fuck, I
need a shower.”

I did, too, but I was probably too lazy to do more than grab a washcloth to wipe
myself off.

“Do you do this a lot?” I watched him as he stood, then bent over to snag his
boxers and jeans from the floor and start pulling them on.

“What? Guide hot roommates to the promised land of full-body orgasms?”

“Is that what I had?” My mouth moved, but my brain was stuck on the fact that he’d
called me hot. He’d said it throughout the night, but it was always tied into what
was happening between us. Now the vague compliment sent little flutters through my
stomach that I wasn’t sure what to do with. Wasn’t even sure I liked. Eric was
proving to be an anomaly in almost every way.

“Sure looked like it. Whatever it was was fucking amazingly intense. But no, I
don’t make a habit out of entertaining someone’s bicurious side. Though, to be
fair, I think only one other person has ever asked me to.”

“What happened with that?”

“Nothing much, really. It happened a few times and didn’t go anywhere after that.”
Eric shrugged, gaze cutting down to focus on his fly as he zipped, buttoned, and
buckled himself back into place, but there was something about the way he avoided
my gaze that made me suspect there was more to the story. I didn’t have the energy
to harass him about it right then, though, and I also didn’t think it was really my
place to. Even if we’d gone way beyond what I had initially wanted to happen,
intended to happen, there was nothing about tonight that suggested this hookup was
anything more than solely the experiment it began as. Except…Eric was looking at me
again. I was still on the bed in a boneless heap, but the way his gaze sketched
over my body started flustering me. I rolled up to sit, and Eric glanced around
before tossing me a towel lying on my floor.

I thanked him and mopped at my spunk-coated torso. This had to have been the most
I’d ever popped off, and if he wasn’t still watching me like a damn hawk, I’d
probably have sat there and reveled in it for a while. I mean really, it was that
impressive.

“What?” I asked.

“So the experiment was a success, right? Or you’re not sure?” He had his T-shirt
over his forearms but paused before pulling it over his head, like he wanted to see
my face when I answered the question.

I sucked on the inside of my cheek. “Success. Not really sure what I’m measuring it
against, though.”

He shrugged and cut me a devious grin as he tugged his T-shirt back into place.
“I’ll stick with success, regardless.”

“You would. You really are a cocky fucker.”

Both brows arched, and he made me jump a little when he dropped his hand to my knee
and leaned in, invading my space. I froze, thinking he was about to kiss me, but he
stopped just shy of my mouth, narrowing his eyes in a tease. “Did I not earn it
honestly?”

Before I could think of some snark to lob back at him, he snapped back upright and
walked across the room to open my door. He paused there, resting one hand on the
doorframe as he looked at me over his shoulder. “If you need a study partner for
calculus again”—a slight tilt of his head and a meaningful quirk of his lips—“or
anything else, let me know. I’m down.” Then he pushed off the doorframe and left.
He chuckled quietly all the way down the hall and into the bathroom, where I heard
the shower turn on before he shut the door.

I finished cleaning myself off and then made myself go over my notes and formulas
again, but my head was a mess, replaying everything that had happened. Could I
really consider my experiment satisfied, check it off the list, and move on? I
wasn’t sure, but I was going to try. And if not, well, hadn’t Eric pretty much left
it open-ended?

I kept seeing him kneeling in front of me, over me. Feeling the echo of his hands,
his mouth, his cock inside me. It was seriously the best sex I’d ever had in my
life. And it was with a guy. A guy who also happened to be my roommate.

Fuck. Things had suddenly gotten very interesting, and the more I thought about the
night, the more I thought it was less experiment than beginning.