Precum trickled down the shaft of my cock and over Jason’s fingers, and I leaned further away from him, arching my back and planting my fists far behind me.
Jason grabbed my hips firmly with both hands again, lifting and pulling me onto his cock, rubbing himself against my prostate because it made me moan louder and made my precum pour faster. He had a mad obsession with it, and it made me feel like I was made of glowing coals.
My body trembled all over. My balls felt tighter. My cock itched. Precum trickled freely, embarrassingly, and smeared us both as Jason brought me down against his abdomen and thighs, replacing the force and speed with a constant, grinding motion that made me stupid with pleasure.
I bit my lip hard and surrendered myself to him entirely. I threw myself into this sensation, knowing well where it was going, and I let it. I let it go the way it did. I let myself ride the high of these feelings until my chest shuddered like something had detonated inside me. My thighs trembled, and my abs shivered, and my arms hurt from supporting my weight like this, but my cock pulsed faster and harder as Jason fucked me, and cum shot in a spray of heat, ribbons landing on Jason’s chest and abs as well as mine.
A tortured moan rose from my lips as I finally grabbed my cock and stroked it, making the feeling last a few seconds longer, just as Jason throbbed inside me, his torso contorting and back arching in a thundering orgasm.
I yanked him down and made our mouths slam against one another, his arms wrapping around my waist and his cock ramming harder into my body, making the feeling go on for a few heartbeats longer.
He kissed me deeply, soothing whatever pain there might have been in the distant part of me that was my actual body. Me, the real me, was so far away from it all, still traversing the galaxies, and collided with Jason’s soul in an impossible, inexplicable way.
“This,” I whispered against his lips. “Damn…we’re getting good at this.”
“You are very, very good at this,” he said, kissing me again. His cock slowly left me, making my hole pulse and tighten, the tremors of our passion still running down my arms and legs, spreading through my body.
I lay on top of him, curling against his heated body, and letting the sweat and cum cool on our flesh as I enjoyed the brilliant light shining from within us both.
I stayed there with him, breathing him in, letting the noise in my head finally go quiet. Whatever tomorrow brought could wait. For now, there was only the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me and the simple, astonishing fact that I wasn’t alone in this feeling. I closed my eyes, warm and spent and safe, and let myself believe, just for tonight, that this was enough.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
jason
Bel House wasloud in the way it always was, a constant hum of voices and bass and laughter that rumbled through your bones. The air was thick with heat and sweat and way too much cologne. I stood near the edge of the living room with a small bottle of beer warming in my hand, thumb running slowly along the ridged glass.
I hadn’t taken a sip in a while. I kept meaning to. The bottle hovered near my mouth, then drifted back down again. I didn’t want it. It tasted flat in my head already.
People thought I loved this. The parties. The noise. The way bodies pressed together until some instinct took over. I was good at it. I knew how to smile at the right time, how to angle my body so people felt invited without feeling promised anything. I knew how to make someone feel interesting for five minutes at atime.
Enjoying it was another thing entirely.
A guy drifted closer, a sophomore I vaguely recognized from somewhere. Nate. That sounded right. He had a clean haircut and the earnest confidence of someone who still believed attention meant potential. His eyes flicked to my face, then down my chest, then back up again.
“Hey,” he said, nodding at my bottle. “You gonna drink that, or is it just for decoration?”
I laughed, because that was the expected response. “I’m still thinking about it.”
That got a smile. We talked. Nothing heavy. He was a law student but didn’t really see himself in it. I played guitar badly. He wanted to hear it. Maybe next time. He leaned in when he laughed, close enough that I caught the faint scent of mint on his breath. I leaned back without really deciding to.
At some point, he reached out and touched my arm. Not bold. Just checking. Fingers warm against my skin.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t lean into it either.
Something must’ve shifted in my expression because his smile softened. He tilted his head, studying me like he was recalibrating.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, and it was true. “I’m just…waiting for someone.”
“Oh.” He nodded, easy, not offended. “Well. If you change your mind.”
“I won’t,” I said gently, the honesty slipping out before I could dress it up.
He laughed, a little embarrassed but kind about it. “Fair enough. Have a good night, Jason.”
“You too.”