“Look at you,” he murmured, running his palm over the bulge. “Such a beautiful cock.”
I moaned, bucking into his touch. “Please, Nerion. I need you.”
“Turn around,” he ordered, licking his lips.
I obeyed immediately, bracing my hands against the wall. Behind me, I heard the rustle of clothing as Nerion shed his own jeans. Then his hands were on my hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled them down, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his hands caressing my bare cheeks. “Spread your legs for me.”
I widened my stance, my heart hammering against my ribs as I felt him kneel behind me. His breath was hot against my sensitive skin, and I trembled in anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact, licking a broad stripe over my needy hole, I nearly collapsed.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my forehead pressing against the wall.
Nerion gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he worked his tongue around my entrance. The wet heat of his mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. He was relentless, alternating between teasing circles and firm pressure that had me whimpering and pushing back against his face.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled against my skin, before plunging his tongue inside me.
I cried out, my cock leaking pre-cum as he tongue-fucked me with growing intensity. His fingers dug into my flesh, spreading me wider for his hungry mouth. I was lost in the sensation, reduced to nothing but desperate moans and the overwhelming need for more.
“Nerion, please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
He gave my hole one last, lingering lick before rising to his feet. “Get on the bed,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. “On your hands and knees.”
I stumbled to his narrow dorm bed, positioning myself as instructed. The sheets were cool against my burning skin as I waited, trembling with anticipation. I heard the sound of a drawer opening, then closing, followed by the snap of a bottle cap.
“I’ve been jerking off thinking about this every day. Sometimes twice,” Nerion said, his weight shifting the mattress as he knelt behind me. “Thinking about how tight you felt around my cock.”
“M-Me too,” I admitted, my face flushed and hot.
I felt the cool drip of lube between my cheeks, making me shiver. Nerion’s finger circled my entrance, already loosened by his tongue, before pushing inside. The intrusion burned slightly, but in the best possible way.
“More,” I urged, pushing back against his hand.
Nerion obliged, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me with careful precision. When he curled his fingers upward, brushing against my prostate, I arched my back in delight.
“Right there,” I gasped, my arms nearly giving out beneath me. “Oh god, right there.”
“You’re so easy to please,” he murmured, working a third finger into me. “I love how much you want it.”
But I was beyond words now, reduced to incoherent moans as he finger-fucked me. My cock hung heavy between my legs, dripping onto his sheets. I needed him inside me, needed to be filled completely. But he seemed to just delight in torturing me.
“Please,” I finally managed. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Nerion. Please.”
The loss of his fingers left me feeling empty, but I heard the pop of the lube bottle again and knew what was coming. Moments later, I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite the preparation, there was resistance as he began to push inside.
“Breathe,” he instructed, his hands stroking my lower back. “Relax for me, Teddy.”
I forced myself to take deep breaths, focusing on the feeling of his hands caressing my skin. Slowly, the resistance gave way, and he slid deeper, filling me inch by exquisite inch until he was fully seated within me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips flush against my ass. “You’re so tight. Sofuckingperfect.”
The stretch and burn of his cock inside me was overwhelming, hovering right on the edge between pleasure and pain. I remained still, breathing deeply to try to adjust to his girth.
“You okay?” Nerion asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“Yes,” I managed, adjusting to the delicious fullness. “You can move now.”
He started slowly, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body relaxed around him. Each drag of his cock against my hole sent sparks of pleasure through my entire being. When he angled his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot inside me, I cried out so loudly I was sure the entire dorm could hear.