“I’m not even going to the next Zenith party,” I tell him.
“You’re not?”
“It’s next Saturday. The alumni dinner is that night, and you know that.”
“Whatever.”
“And I went to Zenith nights primarily to fight with other guys whowantto fight. Occasionally people also sucked me off, but I have no interest in them now.”
“Because you’d rather ruin my fucking life.”
“Stop,” I roar at him, taking him by the shoulders and pinning him up against the brick wall of the building beside the path.
His skin is warm from his run.
I squeeze his shoulder, hanging there for a moment, holding his gaze.
He’s breathing heavy as he looks at me, keeping his eyes cold as he watches me. His gaze flicks lower, then back up at me.
“What are you going to do, hurt me?” he says gently.
I lean in and close the distance between us and press my lips to his, not hesitating whatsoever this time.
He’s silent. I kiss him like it’s a punishment at first, crushing my mouth on his as I keep my hands pressed against his shoulder, pushing him against the solid wall.
I like kissing Weston aggressively,and I can tell he enjoys it too because he kisses me back like he was fucking waiting for it.
But then, after a few moments, it becomes slower.
I move one hand up, cupping his jaw with a loose grip, holding his head in my hand. His body is still hot beneath mine and as I pull back for a moment he catches his breath, his chest still gently heaving from the run.
And when I look in his eyes again,everythingis different.
Like I cracked through another colossal wall he had up inside him, and now I’m behind the gates.
“Thought you said you don’t do this kind of thing,” he says breathlessly, and the sound of his voice goes straight to my cock. “That’s what you told melasttime you kissed me.”
“I do when it’s with you.”
I press my lips to his again and this time he parts for me as soon as our lips touch. When I slide my tongue along his, I swear it feels like he’sgivinghimself to me, willingly and completely.
Maybe it’s always this good behind Weston Knox’s walls.
He kisses me like he’s finally getting a prize he wanted, like he’s hungry for it, too.
I take his lower lip between my teeth and slowly pull it back, letting it go as he exhales, his breath mingling with mine.
He’s pushing the front of his body up against mine now. I can feel his erection jutting against me from under his running shorts, and I buck my hips against his, making him feel how hard I am too.
“Students are going to start walking out of this building as soon as class ends,” he whispers, then makes an irresistible sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
I press a small kiss to his lower lip again.
Then another to each of his cheeks, before I go in soft and slow again on his neck.
“Feels so fucking good,” he breathes as I kiss just below his earlobe. “You ignore me all goddamn week and then you have the nerve to come and make me hard like this.”
“Tell me I can fuck you whenever I need it.”