by M. A. Innes
Beautiful.
Kissing down his length and working my way back up, I kept him hard and on the edge for longer than we had time for, but I couldn’t stop myself. Making him beg and plead while he gave everything up to me wasn’t something I ever wanted to rush.
But unfortunately, we had to work.
Bringing my mouth up to the head of his dick, I swallowed him, taking his entire length in my mouth. His small cock and me not having any kind of gag reflex made it easier than I thought it would be. Looking up his body as I worked his cock with my mouth, I saw him staring openmouthed and blushing, pillow pushed to the side.
The small cock thing had to be making him crazy embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Pulling off him, I gave the head another lick and gave him a wicked look. “Your pretty little cock is so small it’s only a mouthful, slut.”
He moaned and the way his muscles clenched had his cock jerking. Not even thinking about it, I leaned down and ran my teeth over the head. “Still.”
He shook and his wide-eyed, frantic look let me know he was done. He started shooting off before I could even get his cock completely inside my mouth again. Swallowing his cum wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be, and I loved the way his whole body convulsed as I sucked his dick into my mouth.
My little pain slut kept orgasming long after the cum had stopped leaking from his dick. He had to be sensitive, but the pain seemed to mix with the pleasure and it kept him going. When I pulled off, his cock was soft and looked well used. Tucked up against his body, it looked even smaller than usual.
I gave him one last lick just because I could and he jerked, but he wasn’t in any state to protest. Nick looked at me. His gaze was warm and loving, but he was lost in the pleasure and he wasn’t responding yet.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t enjoy the feeling for long because we had to get going. I was going to have to work on planning things better next time. And making sure his parents weren’t home would’ve probably been a good idea as well.
I leaned down and sucked his soft, spent cock into my mouth. It brought him back from wherever he’d gone, but it also felt incredible to me. His hard-on was one thing, but his flaccid dick was fun to play with. It fed into that place inside me that wanted to own him.
Nick letting me touch him when he was frantic and needy was perfect, but him giving himself to me when he was completely wrung out and it was just for me felt special…significant. He was mine, and we both knew it.
And so did his mother.
Her voice screamed up from downstairs. “Nicholas! Are you living with that boy in college?”
Shit.
“Shit.” Nick blinked. “Evidently, I got the letter too.”
I smirked. “She needs to stop reading your mail.”
“Well, put that on the list of things to talk to her about. It’ll go right after being nosy and checking on me too often.” He laughed, his head falling back against the bed. “I feel like my body doesn’t work.”
“It’s going to have to.”
“Work.” He sighed. “Remind me that I like work.”
Stretching out over him, I gave him a deep kiss. Taking his mouth, I wanted him to remember what we’d done. When he tasted himself, he startled then sank into the bed, wrapping his arms around me. Before we could get distracted I pulled back, watching as he licked his lips, tasting his cum. It was insanely hot and gave me so many naughty ideas that blowing off work was sounding better and better.
The uncertainty of everything with my parents was the only thing that pushed me off the bed. “You like work. Let’s go before your mother comes looking for you.”
“She’s going to have a cow.” He shuddered and looked toward the window. “Do you think we could make it out that way instead of going down the stairs?”
Laughing, I threw him his pants. “No.” I reached down to adjust my cock. I was so hard it throbbed, but it was going to have to wait—for at least a little while. Nick watched my hands and licked his lips again.
“Little slut. Get dressed.” He blushed but got off the bed and started getting his clothes back on as I explained about the backpack and my stuff. By the time he was dressed and we’d straightened up, his mother was on her way to his room. We met her on the stairs after closing the door to Nick’s bedroom. There hadn’t been a way to cover up the smell of sex and we both figured it would send her even further into orbit.
“I’m late for work, Mom. I haven’t seen any school papers yet. Are you opening my mail?” Nick frowned at her like he was shocked, then we scooted around her and headed toward the door. “I can’t be late. Love you.”
I smiled innocently and waved as we turned the corner and headed out the door. His dad was standing at the door shaking his head. “Leaving me after dropping that bomb on her is mean.”
He didn’t seem angry and Nick snorted, so I wasn’t worried. His family was so different from mine. Nick grinned and shrugged. “Sorry. She needs to stop opening my mail.”
“Yeah, that’s what I should start with. Good idea.” His dad’s sarcastic words had me laughing as Nick dragged us out the door.
“Love you, Dad.” Nick called out then squeezed my hand and looked over at me. I could almost hear the words as if he was saying them to me.
He made me feel so many crazy things. He was my obsession. He was my addiction. He was mine, and I knew that was what we both wanted him to be.
Chapter 11
Nick
“We’re fine.” I pushed back the urge to sigh and roll my eyes. It wouldn’t help her brand of crazy, but it would make me feel less frustrated. “We have enough sheets and towels, I promise.”
Kyle always had the patience to deal with her better than I did, so he stepped in without me asking. He smiled as he set a box onto the bed. “I think he’s worried that we don’t have the space. You know how small these rooms are. Besides, if we had too many then we wouldn’t be able to come back and see you that often.”
She shook her head as she kept putting sheets and things away in the little closet. “You boys don’t need dirty laundry as an excuse. I bet you’ll want peace and quiet after a while anyway.” She looked out the door and shuddered. “This place seems very busy.”
I wasn’t sure college had changed that much, but she always made it seem like she’d gone to school with nuns or something rather than the state university I knew she’d attended. She’d told us countless stories over the past couple of weeks about how serious college was and how we should focus on making good decisions. And if I heard one more time about how the choices in our freshman year would affect our entire college career, I’d go crazy.
Kyle ate it up. Every lecture and insane story about what might happen made him feel like part of the family. As his parents had withdrawn and almost disappeared from his life, my own had stepped up. It’d happened so gradually, they probably hadn’t even realized it.
Mom didn’t want to like him.
She didn’t want to worry about what we were doing in my bedroom or when we were driving home late from work. She didn’t want to worry about how serious we were getting or what would happen later. Her need to hover and over-mother had taken control though. Kyle hadn’t had anyone to see that he got enough sleep and ate his vegetables, so she’d decided it would be up to her to make sure he survived until college.
I wasn’t sure how our first college class would automatically make us functional, but it seemed to in her mind. I’d just done my best to go along with it, and eventually Kyle had stepped up to be the one to manage her. He was a natural.
Me—not so much.
The more time he’d spent over at our house, the calmer she’d gotten. Having the extra person to obsess over had actually taken her mind off me some of the time. It’d been nice. The only exception to the rule was when Kyle and I were alone together.
Dad said that Kyle and I should be allowed to close the door and have our privacy. Mom consented, to a degree. Then she’d get creative. We’d us
ually get about ten minutes of alone time before she’d ask for help to take out the trash or she’d have a question about school. Sometimes she’d ask us about what she needed to buy for the dorm room or even what she should make for dinner.
To say I was frustrated would be an understatement.
It wasn’t like we hadn’t fooled around. Between the teasing he did when we were at work and the crazy things we’d managed to cram into those ten minutes, it hadn’t been all bad. There just wasn’t enough privacy to explore some of the activities we’d both wanted to try. Like sex.
That would take more time than we’d been able to steal.
Kyle would go into excruciating detail about how much time he’d take and exactly what he’d do to get me ready. He’d sit next to me on the couch while we pretended to watch movies and he’d whisper all the naughty things that made my knees weak. I’d thought the first day of college would never come.
“Did you boys grab that last box from the car? The one with the dishes and utensils in it?” She looked over from where she was standing at the closet.
“Um, wasn’t Dad supposed to bring that in?” I looked over at the door, but he hadn’t come back from the car yet. He was probably hiding so he wouldn’t have to unpack any more boxes.
She sniffed, shaking her head. “I think I’m going to go down to the car and see what’s keeping him. I want you to have enough things to make a quick meal if you need to.”
Between the meal plan and the snacks she’d purchased, we could feed a small army, but if it got her out of the room for a minute, I was all for it. “Thanks.”
She headed out and before the door even closed behind her, I felt strong hands wrap around me. Kyle’s voice growled low, sending a shiver down my spine. “She’s going to be gone soon. Then there won’t be anything stopping us. Are you ready, slut?”
It still sent humiliating tremors through me every time he said it. We’d both been waiting for it for so long. Knowing what was going to happen made it hard to think, much less hide my excitement from everyone else. For most people here, they were thrilled to be starting college. I was just ready to have sex with my boyfriend.
“I’ll always be ready for you.”
We both knew what I meant. He’d said similar things too. Sometimes possessive, rough words came out of his mouth, but there was something about the way he’d tell me I was his that made my heart thud in my chest. It probably shouldn’t have but it sounded…sweet wasn’t the word but nothing else seemed right.
He pulled me tight against his body, grinding his cock against my ass. There was no discussion or debate about who would bottom the first time. He’d made that clear with every fantasy. Not that I wanted it any other way. I hadn’t managed to share many of the things I’d dreamed about him doing to me but the ones he’d made me talk about all had the same thing in common. He’d been topping me.
Maybe I’d want to switch it around later but I just wasn’t sure. We’d figure it out. He’d managed to understand me well enough that I wasn’t really worried about it. I was too focused on what would happen in just a few hours—or sooner if we could ever manage to get my mother to leave.
I was beginning to think she would just sleep in the car and stay with us forever. Evidently I wasn’t the only one with that same train of thought. Kyle whispered against my ear, “I think it’s time for your parents to head home. My patience is almost gone. I’m going to bend you over and plow into you, slut.”
He made my cock jerk, and I shivered. I wasn’t sure what he would actually do once it was time, but no matter what happened I knew I’d love it. He had some kind of sixth sense when it came to what turned me on. He also had a sixth sense when it came to my mother walking in on us.
“We’ve got about five minutes before she gets back here, more if your dad went to hide and make some work phone calls like I think he did. I have a surprise for you, slut. You’d better go lock the door before she comes in.” Releasing me, he took a step away, patting my ass.
Heat flushed through me and I forced myself to walk over and flip the bolt. He moved over to sit on one of the beds, a small bag in his hand. It looked like something my mother would put my toothbrush and stuff in for a road trip. He crooked his finger at me, a rough, firm expression on his face.
When he got in that mood it made every nerve in my body sit up and start begging. I didn’t know what he would do, but I knew it would be mind-blowing. And dirty. “Come here, slut. I’m not going to wait for you to drag your feet. If she comes back before I’m done with you, I’ll make her wait outside the door. You don’t want that, do you?”
His taunting made my heart race. It was the last thing I wanted, but shame and embarrassment coursed through me, making me even harder. I shook my head, but it wasn’t believable because a wicked sneer broke out on his face.
Before he could say anything else, I was in front of him. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Hands resting by my side, I tried not to fidget, but I couldn’t do it. I was too wound up. Too excited. Too needy.
He palmed the front of my jeans, squeezing my cock. His constant quiet teasing had me excited most of the day. In seconds, he had me fully hard and leaking into my briefs. His eyes lit up. Moving his hands, he had my pants open and underwear pulled down.
“Look at you. Already hard and ready for me to take you.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. I was afraid to say anything, or I might start begging. He pushed my jeans down just enough to bare my ass as well. “Play with your little dick, slut. I want it even harder.”
My hands moved before I could even think. One hand playing with my cock, the other tugged at my balls while he watched. He leaned back against the wall and let me put on an awkward show for him. He moved the small bag back and forth between his hands, a possessive look in his eyes.
“Faster. You don’t want anyone to knock, or do you? Do you want everyone to know what we’re doing in here? Dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He growled out the words and I whimpered.
“I’m your dirty little slut.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m going to make sure you remember it today.” He sat up, opening the zipper on the bag.
He pulled out several things, and I didn’t even have to guess what he was going to do. I knew. I whimpered again. It sounded desperate and needy, and he loved it. “You know what I’m going to do. Hands at your side.”
Nodding slowly, I watched as he brought the cock ring up to my dick. It was so small it made me even more embarrassed. My hard-on jerked in his hot, strong hand. He looked at me and sneered. “I had to special-order one small enough for you, slut.”
I was so turned on I couldn’t breathe. Watching as he fit the tiny restraint around the base of it, I almost shot off right then. But he had the snug ring on me before my body could orgasm. It had my balls aching and made me start to shake. “Please.”
I hadn’t meant to beg, but I couldn’t seem to stop. Kyle shook his head and gave the tip of my cock a careful pinch that had me thrusting into his hand. “You’ve got a long wait to come, slut. We’ve got orientation shit in about an hour. You’re going to stay hard and know who you belong to.”
“You.” I knew who I belonged to. Nothing about college would change that.
He nodded, a little more relaxed. “Now turn around and bend over. We’re not done.”
A clumsy shuffle had me bent over, ass on display for him. I knew what was coming next; I just wasn’t sure if it would hurt. Not that pain would be a deterrent. I had a suspicion that the sensation would only make me more aroused. The first touch of a lubed finger had me jumping, and he laughed, giving my ass a condescending pat.
“You know how to take this, slut.”
I blushed, but he was right. We’d spent countless stolen minutes with his finger inside me, teasing my prostate, and making me fuck myself on his thick digits. One slid in easily and he started to quickly fuck me. “You don’t need me to go slow, do you? You like having my fingers stuck up yo
ur needy ass.”
My cock ached and my balls were drawn up tight, but I knew I couldn’t come. It was delicious.
When he shoved a second finger inside of me I wanted to plead, but my mouth wouldn’t work. He pushed them deep, running them over my prostate, making my whole body sing.
“That’s right, slut. It’s going to feel so good when I’m pounding you.” A hand reached through my legs to tug on my cock. “And if you’re good today, I might even let you come tonight when I’m fucking you.”
It was the perfect threat.
“Please.”
Another pinch to the head of my dick made me gasp. “Reach back and open your ass.”
My hands were shaking, and I knew without the cock ring I would have exploded right then. Holding myself wide for him felt dirty…like I was the ultimate slut for him. When his fingers pulled out, a needy whimper escaped again, making him chuckle. “I knew you’d like this.”
The rigid plug was slim—probably slimmer than two of his fingers. It went in easily and I could feel my body close tightly around the base. I’d expected it to hurt, but it just made me feel full. A firm swat to my ass and a command to straighten up had me rising. It felt even weirder but still not bad.
“That’s the smallest one, slut. We’re going to change it out every hour or so until you’re wearing the big one. Then you’ll be ready for me tonight.” Fascination and pure sex radiated from his words. “Pull your pants up. She’s going to be back any second.”
He stood up and walked over to the door. She would walk in soon and we had hours of unpacking and stupid freshman stuff until we could escape, but all I could think about were the amazing sensations from the toys and what would happen later. The wait would kill me.
“Please, Sir. Please.” I was dying.
The first hour hadn’t been bad. We’d finished unpacking and even seen my parents off. With a bigger plug, the second and third were a little harder. Walking around the campus going to different meetings and tours had made the toy rub against my prostate if I clenched too hard.
