“Now what, Nerdlet?” he asks with amused curiosity, and I feel like even if the rest of this goes badly, at least I distracted him from whatever was upsetting him for a few minutes.
“Drive.”
“You’re the boss,” he agrees with a laugh.
We weave through the dark subdivision for a minute or so before I spot a dark parking lot beside an unlit park.
“There,” I say, pointing at it. “Park there.”
He glances over at me with a raised eyebrow but turns into the parking lot without question. He pulls into a spot in the darkest corner and puts the car into park, turning to me with a wolfish grin.
“Now what, Nerdlet?” he asks for a second time.
“Now, I want to…um…” I take a deep breath, wiping my hands on my jeans again and then squaring my shoulders and turning to face him. I can do this. He likes when I say dirty things, so I’m going to say it, and then I’m going to blow his mind…among other things. “I’m going to…suckyourdick.”
The words come out in a jumbled rush, but I get them out, and I’m taking that as a win.
Pax makes a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh, clearly not expecting that answer from me. Feeling bold, I reach over and put my hand over the front of his jeans, feeling his soft bulge through the rough fabric.
His expression changes from amused to heated in an instant, and his cock shifts under my hand as it starts to grow hard. I gasp at the sensation. I wonder what it would feel like if it was in my mouth. What would it be like to wake up beside Pax in the morning and take his soft cock into my mouth, sucking him to full hardness until he wakes up with a deep, rumbling moan. My own cock grows hard at the intimate fantasy.
“I’ve been fantasizing about your mouth on my cock since our video chat the other day,” he says, putting his hand over the top of mine and pressing it down against his now considerably more solid erection.
“Me too,” I confess breathlessly, a little intimidated by how big he suddenly feels. I’m not sure why I keep forgetting how…substantial his erection is; it shouldn’t keep surprising me like this. “Do I…Um…I read about safe sex and everything…”
“If you want me to wear a condom, I will, but I got tested last week after we decided to keep fooling around. I’m on PrEP too, so you’re safe.”
“Okay.”
I lick my lips and use my free hand to push my hair back off my forehead, and then I reach for his zipper, slowly dragging it down. His boxers tent forward, the outline of his cock somewhat visible through the taut fabric. My erection throbs, nerves and excitement along my skin.
“If I’m bad at it, will you tell me?” I ask, managing to tear my eyes away from the endlessly fascinating appendage to look at his face for a few seconds.
“Easy on the teeth and you’ll be fine. It’s hard to give a bad blowjob,” Pax assures me.
“But I don’t want to give you a not bad blowjob,” I tell him, licking my lips again as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his pants to push them down. He lifts his hips to help me get both his pants and underwear down to his thighs, his cock bouncing free and resting, pointing straight up. “I want to give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”
His pupils dilate, and his cock jerks at my words.
“Only one place to start then, Einstein,” he purrs, threading his fingers through my hair, guiding my head down until I’m inches from his cock. It looks even bigger up close, thick and veiny, the head glistening with precum.
“You’re a lot bigger than the banana,” I muse, and a deep laugh rumbles from his chest.
“Don’t overthink it. Think of me like another form of practice, just do what feels right, and try to have some fun with it. That’s the most important thing about going down on someone; no one wants to feel like they’re a chore. They want to know their partner is enjoying it as much as they are.”
Practice, right, because that is what this is, I remind myself.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the base of his erection. His skin is hot and silky, the hard steel of his erection sending a thrill through me. What would it feel like to have him inside me? Would it hurt or would I like it? I shiver at the thought, my hole fluttering and my insides clenching. Maybe I’ll find out eventually, but not tonight.
I lean closer and drag my tongue tentatively along the head of his cock, the salty flavor of his precum settling on my tongue as I lap it up, more forming with each lick, making my erection throb and my whole body heat. My nerves give way to a need so deep it feels like I might actually die if I don’t get Pax’s cock inside me right this second.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and moan around it as the flavor and feeling of my lips stretching around him nearly make me lose my load instantly. Pax’s fingers tighten in my hair and he groans too. Taking him deeper into my mouth, the weight of him against my tongue fills me with a deep pleasure I never would have imagined.
Everything I read on the internet scatters from my mind in an instant, replaced by mindless instinct and desperate need. I don’t care about breathing or technique or that someone might see us. The only thing that exists is Pax’s cock filling my mouth. I lick and suck, taking as much of him as I can manage until I gag. Just like with the banana, it makes me even harder, the feeling tightening my balls and making the pit of my stomach heat and tingle. Pax lets out a deep moan, his hips twitching as I try again, doing my best to swallow this time when he hits the back of my throat.
This time, I manage to take him into my throat without choking. If my mouth wasn’t full, I’d cheer with triumph. Instead, I hum happily, drawing back and taking him in all over again. Saliva mixed with his precum drips down my chin as I bob my head, filling my throat with him over and over, gagging occasionally, sometimes on purpose just to feel the jolt of pleasure rush through me again. Pax’s thighs tense, I’m guessing with the effort he’s making not to thrust up into my mouth. If I could bear the thought of letting him out of my mouth, I’d tell him he can do anything he likes, that I want him to.
Pax’s grunts and gasps of pleasure fill the car, the smell of sweat thick in the air. He loses his fight against his own body, slamming his hips up to meet my mouth, making my throat ache and my cock throb. I whimper and moan around him. My eyes are watering and my lungs burning, but I never want it to stop. I want to die right here with Pax’s cock so deep down my throat I can’t breathe.
“Fuck, Elijah, fuck, fuck,” he groans, tugging at my hair. “I’m close, I’m so close.”
I dig my fingers into his thighs and suck him harder, my sole focus in life having Pax’s cum flood my mouth.
“Elijah,” he growls my name, his cock thickening against my tongue and then the first hot spurt of his release hits the back of my throat. I hum happily, lapping my tongue against the head of his cock to catch the next burst of cum and the next, until his cock stops pulsing and starts to soften between my lips.
I pull back and wipe the back of my hand along my mouth and chin, both damp.
“That was fun; can I do it again soon?” I ask, noticing my voice is raspy and my throat a little sore—totally worth it.
Pax gives a weak chuckle. “I think you killed me so probably not tonight, but trust me, I’ll never turn down a blowjob.”
“So, it was good?” I check, dipping my gaze to his cock, laying soft against his thigh, my saliva still glistening on it. My own erection pulses in my jeans.
“It was fucking incredible. Now, lean your seat back so I can return the favor.”
I hurry to comply, unzipping my pants and wiggling them down as soon as my seat is leaned back. Pax gives me a wicked grin before leaning over and taking me into his mouth.
My eyelids slam closed, oxygen being punched from my lungs as the impossible heat of his mouth engulfs me. I was already close, and there’s no way I’m going to last more than a few seconds as his tongue strokes over the underside of my shaft, his lips sealed tightly around me.
“Oh god, o
h god, oh god,” I whimper, my entire body shaking as I desperately try to breathe and hold still and not come instantly.
His spit trickles down my shaft, over my balls, and pools between my ass cheeks, making my hole twitch. I spread my legs wider, rutting into his mouth as he slides one hand down my thigh, toward my ass.
When he slips a finger between my cheeks, my eyes fly open, a gasp falling from my lips. He doesn’t push inside though, just uses the pad of his finger to rub the spit around the outside of my hole. Nerve endings I never realized I had spark and tingle, my balls constricting and my cock twitching against his tongue.
My hands fly to his hair, and my hips jerk to meet his mouth, babbled, incoherent words falling from my lips. The coil of heat in my stomach finally explodes, my cum shooting down his throat with each pulse of my cock, my hole twitching against his finger, adding a whole new level I never knew existed.
When my cock becomes over sensitive from the orgasm, I force my fingers to release his hair, feeling the stiffness in them from how hard I grabbed him.
“Wow,” I breathe, and Pax licks his lips.
“Come on, Einstein, let’s go back to your place and order something for dinner,” he suggests, and I nod sleepily. I don’t care where the fuck he takes me at this point. Hell, he can kidnap me for all I care.
Chapter 17
Elijah
Leaning back in my chair, I stretch my arms over my head and then push my glasses up my nose. My textbooks lie open, spread out over the table in front of me, notes scattered everywhere. My phone buzzes from somewhere in the mess, and my heart gives a happy jolt. It’s Friday night, which means Pax should be getting back into town any minute.
I paw through the mess, finding my phone buried under one of the textbooks, a text from Pax waiting for me.
Pax: You still have any of those dorky t-shirts you used to wear in high school?
Elijah: Um…probably in the back of my drawer. Why?
Pax: Wear it tonight. We’re reliving our youth tonight
Elijah: You’re going to get someone to tease me behind my back, and I’ll go home and cry on your brother’s shoulder?
Pax: Aw, come on, Nerdlet, you’re breaking my heart with that shit. We’re going to do something fun and dirty.
Elijah: That’s absolutely NOT reliving my youth, but I’m on board
Pax: Good. I’ll be over in an hour to pick you up
I set my phone down and finish reading the chapter I was working on before the interruption. Although my concentration is significantly compromised now as I wonder what kind of dirty fun he has in mind and what that could possibly have to do with reliving youth.
An hour later the door buzzer sounds. I glance down at my dorky t-shirt that says math puns are a sine of genius. It’s a little threadbare, but it still fits fine. I’m not even sure why I still have it to be honest. It’s the only shirt that survived the purge after my freshman year of college when I decided if I dressed better, people would be less horrible. Spoiler alert, the wardrobe overhaul didn’t make a bit of difference.
I hit the buzzer to let Pax up and tug at the hem of my shirt, wondering if I should throw on a blazer over it so it’s not quite as bad. But before I can decide, Pax knocks at my door. Taking a deep breath, I pull it open, and a laugh bubbles past my lips as soon as I lay eyes on him. Instead of his typical dress shirt, sleeves rolled up past his forearms, he’s wearing a white t-shirt and the leather jacket he always used to wear when he was younger. I remember thinking it looked soft to the touch and wondering what it would feel like under my fingertips as I pressed myself up against him.
It’s not only his clothes that are different, his stubble is completely gone, leaving a smooth face in its place, and his hair is styled differently than usual, more like how he would’ve done it when he was younger.
“Wow, you look…” I can’t think of any words to finish that sentence. This exercise has clearly launched me back in time to when I was too tongue-tied to say a single word to Paxton when he was home for the summer.
He steps into my apartment, closing the gap between us and pulling me against him. I brace my hands against his chest, my fingers digging into the buttery soft leather as his lips come within an inch of mine. Our noses brush against each other, his breath bathing my lips as he exhales, his forehead resting against mine.
“You look cute as fuck, Einstein,” he murmurs, and then his mouth comes down over mine, his lips warm and soft as he teases mine open and sweeps his tongue inside. Every cell in my body lights up, my cock growing hard.
The kiss ends too soon, I chase his lips as he pulls them away.
“We’ve gotta go, or we’ll be late.”
“Late for what?” I ask, already considering how I can convince him to make us late.
“You’ll see.” He smirks and takes a step back. “Let’s go.”
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“The drive-in movies?” I say skeptically as we pull in. “How exactly is this reliving our youth? Or did you miraculously grow up in the fifties?”
“You never went to that old drive-in back home? They only opened it in October to screen old horror movies, and it was a prime make-out spot.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“This place doesn’t even look open.” I glance around at the overgrown field surrounding the giant outdoor screen.
“It’s not, but that’s even better, because it means we have the place to ourselves.”
He parks his car in a prime spot near—but not too close—the screen and then reaches into the backseat, pulling out a blanket and something else.
“What’s that?”
“A digital projector,” he says with a grin. “And I’ve got Killer Klowns From Outer Space and the original Night of the Living Dead. What do you say, you up for a horror movie double feature?”
“Halloween is next week,” I reason. “But what’s the blanket for?”
“We’re going to sit on the hood of the car. Come on.” He tilts his head and climbs out of the car.
I know this isn’t a date. I know we’re only fooling around, and this doesn’t mean anything, but as he spreads the blanket out over the hood of the car and then starts setting up the projector, it kind of feels like a date.
The movie starts to play, and Pax hops up onto the hood of the car, patting the spot next to him and then quirking his finger to beckon me over.
“I promise, no one from school will catch us out here,” he teases, a deep timbre in his voice that sends goosebumps skittering over my skin and need pooling deep inside me. I scramble awkwardly onto the hood of the car, letting him drag me closer once I’m beside him.
I rest my head on his shoulder, the scent of the leather from his coat soothing, the heat from his body seeming to penetrate every layer of clothing between us. Feeling bold and a little bit reckless, I tilt my head to look up at Pax, blinking at him with as much innocence as I can manage—which is a lot, considering I am pretty innocent.
“I’m a virgin, so you have to promise to be gentle,” I say in a breathy voice. “And swear you won’t tell anyone at school.”
Pax
Lust shoots straight through me, stroking my cock to full hardness in an instant. A groan rumbles in my chest, and Elijah licks his lips, the absolute perfect embodiment of pure as the driven snow and filthy as hell all at the same time.
“I won’t tell anyone, baby; this is just between us,” I promise, playing my part in the fantasy we’ve concocted. I drag my fingers through his hair and tug him in for a kiss. “You know, I’ve been watching you,” I murmur between kisses, licking and nipping at his lips, drinking in every gasp and moan he feeds me.
“You have?” he pants.
“Mmhmm.” I drag my tongue along his bottom lip and then tug it between my teeth. His cock is hard against my hip. “When you’re in the library bent over those big ass textbooks, sometimes I watch you and imagine what it would be like to drag you back to one of the dark corners and suck you off where no one can see.�
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“Oh god,” he cries out, arching against me.
“Have you noticed me around school, baby?” I purr, slipping a hand under his shirt and slowly pushing it up to expose his belly.
“Yes,” he gasps as I dip my head to suck on the pulse point in his throat. “You’re the only one I’ve ever noticed,” he confesses in a whisper. “I’ve wanted you for so long, it’s like no one else even exists.”
Damn, he’s good at this game.
His words settle inside me and ignite a longing in me that’s almost too much to bear. I shouldn’t, but part of me wishes they were real and not part of a sexy fantasy.
“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” I slide my hand down his stomach until I reach the waist of his jeans. Pushing even lower, I cup his erection through his jeans, dragging my tongue along his Adam’s apple, feeling the vibration of every sound he tries to keep quiet.
“I want you inside me. Please, I want you so badly,” he moans.
My hand stills, my breath catching. I pull back so I can look down at him, flushed and disheveled, his hair wild and his glasses askew.
“We’re stopping the game for a second,” I say, studying his face as he bites his bottom lip and vibrates with the effort to stay still beneath me. “Is that really what you want, Einstein? Because I’m fine with what we’ve been doing. And there’s more we can do short of penetration.”
“I’m sure,” he answers, a barely there quiver in his voice. “I want it. I want it with you.”
My heart swoops, and my cock pulses, the head growing slick with precum as my balls tighten, my entire body taut as a bow.
“We can go back to your place—a bed would be better,” I reason.
“No. Please, Pax. I want it here, please.” He bucks his hips up, pressing his cock against me and letting his eyelids flutter closed as the color rises in his cheeks. “Please, please.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t have to beg,” I murmur, letting myself slip back into character. It’s almost too much otherwise, if it’s a game, it’s easier to remember that none of this is real.
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