Want Me

by Neve Wilder

  “Better?” he asked a few moments later, and I nodded.

  I sucked in a deep steadying breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know how to…I mean I’ve never fucked a dude before.” As if Eric didn’t know that. I liked getting fucked by him through and through, which I guess made me a pretty solid bet as a bottom, and to be honest, even though Eric had mentioned bottoming before, I hadn’t really anticipated it coming up between us.

  Maybe I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, but I knew that firing off five seconds after his hole swallowed my cock only qualified as flattering, not satisfying. And I desperately wanted this to be as good for him as it was bound to be for me. I mean shit, I already felt the signal fire trill of electricity running up and down my body like miniature earthquakes. This orgasm, when it finally happened, was gonna be seismic.

  “It’s a hole like any other.” He said it so casually, but it wasn’t. It was Eric’s fucking hole. Eric’s tight, suck-my-brains-through-the-head-of-my-dick hole. Eric’s ass in my hands, though I didn’t delude myself about who was running the show. He owned the orgasm lurking just below the surface, and at any moment, he could bring it rip-roaring upward just by the way he cut his eyes at me. God help me if he opened his fucking mouth and something along the lines of “Come for me” came out. Shit, at this point, he could probably bark out my name and I’d bow up and start popping off like a machine gun.

  He pinched my nipple again until I twisted my shoulders, then nibbled at my earlobe, his breath an erotic wash of humid warmth over my skin. Every part of my body felt like it’d been primed for his touch, pleasure following in the wake of his caresses like he’d bottled the stuff up and could sprinkle it out at will. He probably could’ve kissed me to orgasm.

  “But we don’t have to by any means. I can flip you over, pry those tight cheeks apart and—” I smothered his mouth with my hand and the rest came out muffled in a laugh.

  “Right, yeah, I get that. It’s a hole. A really fucking tight, fucking…” I groaned and bit the rest of the sentence off as my cock gave another red-alert-level twitch inside him. “Can we talk about calculus for a minute or um, maybe you can tell me about the new project you were working on the other day? That skyscraper-looking thing?”

  His lips rolled inward, amusement catching fire in his eyes. “All right.” He rubbed his thumb over my cheek and traced the shell of my ear. “For starters, it’s not a skyscraper, technically. Not enough floors for that. And I think I’ve made an error in the gravity load.” His brow wrinkled, and then he chuckled as a shiver ran across my shoulders at the word load. Jesus, was nothing fucking safe? It wasn’t lost on me, either, that it was kind of hilarious how serious he looked spouting off the facts about this not-skyscraper while my dick was buried in his ass and throbbing so hot and hard I’d have been willing to put money on being able to blast a soda can off a stand. I couldn’t afford laughter, though. Laughter meant stomach muscles tightening, tugging on groin muscles, and that meant busting my nut.

  Eric flicked his middle finger against the underside of my chin. “Pay attention. The base needs more support to bear the downward pressure and release—”

  I groaned. “Okay, your nerdy talk is just as bad as your dirty talk. There’s some serious crossover effect happening.”

  “Maybe you need a different kind of distraction.” Eric slid up my length slowly enough that ecstasy dragged across the surface of my cock instead of pummeling me forcefully. All the way off. He lifted one hand to brace against the window and kept on coming forward until his cock bumped my lips and his thumb parted them.

  I sucked him down compliantly, eagerly, bracing up on one elbow, seizing his quad for balance with my other hand, then sliding it around to his ass. He hit the back of my throat with a groan, coating it with the salty tang of his precome, then hit it again, making me choke and sputter. His hand dropped briefly to my throat and then was gone, fire racing up my cock this time before I could truly understand what was about to happen. “Oh shit, that’s—”

  Eric’s asscheeks ground into my pubes, my cock gave a heavy twitch deep inside him, and then he was lifting off again in a slow, steady withdrawal that carried him all the way back to my mouth, where I licked clumsily at his cock around groans for the bliss seesawing through me. Down onto my cock, then up to my mouth. Nice and easy. Filling and being filled.

  I gave up trying to fight against my instincts. A deluge of pleasure flooded through me in all directions, too fucking widespread to send me careening off the cliff all at once, but doing a hell of a job at making the muscles of my core, thighs, and shoulders tremble. I think even a couple of my toes were twitching.

  This, too, I could’ve done for hours, racked by the measured piston of his body, the thrust and retreat of his cock in my mouth somehow combining with the heat of his hole around my dick until I felt like little more than a pleasure receptor giving and receiving in a steady feedback loop of ecstasy. No higher thought processes, no name, no body, just waves of sensation moving through me at varying intensities.

  “With me?” Eric’s whispered words moved across and into my gaping mouth, and I blinked open my eyes. Then blinked again to ground myself.

  “Yeah, barely. Shit. Is there a land beyond orgasm, because I’m pretty sure I’m in it. It’s like I’m in this vortex of…I don’t even know. Eric.” God, was it possible for me to say his name more desperately? My fingers dug into his hips as he dipped his head low enough that I could stretch up and seize his mouth in a rough kiss that made my swollen lips thrum.

  “Need something?”

  “Yeah…no…oh God.” I needed to come so badly I didn’t even have the brainpower left to articulate it.

  Tension limned Eric’s body, and the shudder that rolled through him became a shiver across his ass where I held him. He sucked in a thready breath, and I realized he was just barely holding back.

  “Let go,” he murmured, then ground his ass hard against my base before drawing up to my tip and slamming down again. The sedate pleasure haze I’d been drifting in was pierced by the rocky crags of a full-blown frenzy.

  “Fuck…feels so damn good,” I gasped out and seized his hips, plunging deep inside him. “You first. Wanna feel it.” I was desperate for the hot velvet clamp of him around my shaft as he blew his load, desperate to know if it felt as good as I always imagined it did when it was his cock in my ass. It had to. Had to be like a straight fucking shot to nirvana in a front-row seat. No seat belts.

  Eric grunted, a hand flying to the back of the driver’s seat, and met my thrusts with the force of his own, smacking back onto me. “Need your hand on me. Hard and fast,” he demanded, gripping my throat with enough force to send a tingle through my temples, but not enough that I couldn’t breathe. A delicious, warning quiver of impending release ricocheted through my abs.

  I managed to wrap a fist around his cock, my mouth dropping open and nothing but air coming out in thick gasps that left me light-headed as I pumped his shaft.

  “Shit.” The word tore from Eric’s mouth on a lusty moan as he clamped down on my cock like a fucking fire-coated vise. He let off the pressure in my throat at the same time, and the rush of blood to my head spun me out into an ecstatic daze. I didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but I lost my mind as he wrapped his hand over my grip, squeezed, and unloaded in thick spurts all over my chest.

  Fisting my fingers in his hair, I pulled his mouth to mine, not so much kissing him as spilling ragged breaths over his lips and jaw. I bucked into the pulse of his ass with zero finesse, the enthusiastic craze of blinding orgasm rocketing through me like my entire body was a flume for an electric torrent of rapture. I shouted out, and the liquid fire kept right on coming as his channel contracted around my dick.

  I’d had a lot of orgasms with Eric. A lot of shiny, fucking top-shelf, Grade A, five-star releases that left me shattered and dry and limp-limbed. Hell, limp-brained. This one was enormous and endless. I felt the mechanical process, yeah,
the pulse of my cock as my load jetted inside him and he spasmed around me, felt my cock spend itself as he milked me dry, but the pleasure kept soaring through me even after my cock stopped twitching, until I was shaking beneath him and realized that the roar I’d let out had trailed off into a raspy string of “Jesuses.”

  When my limbs stopped reverberating like I’d been standing next to a speaker cranked to eleven, lead settled into my core, spread through my bones, and my hands fell from his flanks, incapable of holding on anymore.

  Eric slid his hand through the puddles of come on my chest, all the way to my lips, the spicy scent of exertion heady as he bent down and kissed me. He laced his fingers with mine and brought our joined hands to the top of my chest. His weight sank onto me and his lips skimmed over my cheek as he rested his head next to mine.

  My dick softened in his ass, slid halfway out, and still he didn’t move. The place where our fingers met felt like the only thing holding me the fuck together.

  “So,” he said after a few moments. “What’s the score?”

  Score—Jesus, like I could tally up the ways in which I’d just been turned inside out into a neat sum. But I tried. “People have stroked out during sex before, haven’t they?”

  “I’m sure.” His laughter was breathy and exhausted.

  “Not that it’d be a bad way to go, although maybe a little disappointing if you bit it before you blew.”

  Eric hummed against my throat. “So I’m gonna to mark that down as gold-medal worthy.”

  I freed one of my hands and traced my fingertips down the furrow of his ass to the place where we joined. A mess of sticky wetness coated my skin and drew a soft sigh from him. “Hnnnnnnnnnnnnn…” I groaned. “That’s my official answer. How about you? Was it…”

  “Sex with you is easily the best I’ve had. Ever.”

  “Bet I was up against some stiff competition.” A guy as sexually savvy as Eric? I figured he could probably fill a book of smut with pages upon pages of shit that would make my jaw drop, but he raised up a little bit, smoothing away a few strands of hair stuck to my forehead as he said, “There’s no competition, and there hasn’t been since the beginning.”

  Damn if that wasn’t a nice ego stroke.

  The sweat layering my arms and the back of my neck cooled. Our breathing slowed and still neither of us moved. It might have been fifteen minutes, it might have been a half hour.

  “You’re quiet,” Eric said after a while, folding his arms over my chest and resting his chin on them. I wound an arm behind my neck so I could see him.

  I’d been lying there staring at the crown of his head, running my fingers through the dark strands and thinking about what-ifs. What if I’d said no the first time? What if I’d let him walk out of my room that night? What if I’d kissed him sooner? Would I have scared myself off? Each time we got together, it was like one more layer of myself peeled back, and now I lay here feeling…not raw, and not even vulnerable or exposed—though I was all of those things with him, and more than willing to be stripped to my core by him now—but mostly I felt like all the bullshit had been whittled away and I was just me. A closer match to the thoughts that’d always been inside my head.

  And then I cycled back around to that first what-if again. If I’d never given Eric a chance, I’d have sold myself short on all of this, on the bone-deep ache for him, the intense connection I felt with him, the…fuck.

  My breath hitched as my gaze locked on his. “I love you,” I blurted out, unpolished and impulsive as ever, and then gritted my teeth. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I was hoping for something a little smoother and maybe like…not in the back seat of a Jeep with my soft dick still half inside you.”

  Eric dipped his head, silent laughter vibrating over my chest, but it was gone when he looked up again, leaving only the steady gleam in his eyes. “I don’t know. It’s kinda perfect really. Very…us.”

  “Don’t feel like you have to…” I started, before he moved his hand over my mouth. I darted my tongue out to taste him, and he lowered his head to mine, whispering, “Shut up, Nate.” He replaced his fingers with his lips in a slow kiss that was like pressing a finger to the permanent bruise I had for him. Always tender, always aching, always wanting. Masochistic in a sense. I guess I could add that to the list of things he’d uncovered in me.

  “Of course I love you,” he said quietly, the humor fading from his eyes and replaced with resolute intensity. “Can hardly fucking see straight if you’re in the same goddamn room. I could’ve told you before—almost did a couple of times—but I didn’t want it to be some kind of pressure on you.”

  All the air that felt like it’d been compressed into a ball inside my chest released in sublime relief at hearing him say it back to me. I understood why he’d held back, though. “Probably a good call.”

  He murmured a sound of agreement against my chest, then flicked his finger lightly at my chin.

  “I have to tell you something, though.”

  I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at his rogue grin.

  “Those apartments I was looking at earlier…that was for a class project.”

  “Oh.” God, now I felt dumb. Eric tipped my chin to meet his eyes again, warm with humor.

  “But now that you’ve put it out there, I’d really love that. Living with you. Having our own place.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Fuck yeah. I mean, I was planning on staying here for the summer, and if you were, too, we could just do it then, or next fall for senior year we could—”

  “Yeah, I wanna stick around,” I was quick to jump in as the idea took flight in me and my mind started racing into the future. Why get a summer job back home when I’d rather spend my off time with Eric anyway? Our own place, no roommates, Eric all to myself? Hell yeah.

  “Good.” The corner of his lips tugged upward, and he started to ease upright before I flung an arm around him and dragged him back down.

  “Don’t even think about leaving yet, or else prepare to drive home with me back here like a corpse. Because I still can’t fucking move. I’ll probably be dead for at least twenty-four hours. Maybe a couple of days.”

  Eric made a face. “I’m not into necrophilia.”

  “No? I thought you had no limits,” I teased.

  “Very few with you,” he admitted soberly, nuzzling my jaw. “And I’m pretty sure we’ve only just started testing them with each other.”

  “Jesus.” I groaned, something about those words sending a quiet thrill up my spine. “I wish we could move right now.”

  Eric barked out a laugh as he sat up and started fishing around the floorboards for his clothes.

  “If we moved right now, I wouldn’t have a reason to make sure you keep the volume down.”

  I scoffed, snatching the boxers he extended in my direction and letting them drop to my chest. “As if you needed a reason in the first place. You do that shit because you like it and because you can.”

  “Point.”

  “You know what I’m interested to see?”

  “Lay it on me.” Arching against the back seat, Eric tugged his jeans over his hips.

  I propped up on one elbow so I could reach out and hook a finger through his belt loop. Eric’s hand flew to the back of the seat to steady himself as I yanked him off balance toward me. “I wanna see how fucking well you manage when it’s you against the wall and I’m the one hammering you into it.”

  There were two beats of silence, two long beats where Eric ran his tongue over his lower lip before raking it with his teeth, and I knew he could still taste me. His eyes flicked over me in hot, hooded appraisal, and then the corners of his mouth quirked up and his biceps flexed as he leaned closer to smear his reply over my chin, my lips. “You’re on, frat boy.”

  I grinned, 100 percent up for the challenge.

  But tomorrow.

  7

  Late May

  The new place wasn’t going to win any awards for curb appeal or int
erior design. It wasn’t even going to get one of those “hey, you tried” beautification plaques that the city seemed to award anyone who planted a shrub or two around a parking lot perimeter. But it was within walking distance of the U and was safe, and my parents had chipped in an extra fifty bucks a month for it over another one we’d looked at across town. They weren’t thrilled Eric and I were living together, but my mom went overboard explaining that it had nothing to do with Eric. I got it, but still told her there was no alternative; whether I lived close to the U or in Timbuktu, it would be with Eric.

  “Nate!” It came sharp from Eric’s mouth, which meant he’d said it more than once now.

  I jerked my gaze up from where it’d gotten stuck kinda half on his ass and half on the trunk of his Jeep as he leaned into it and withdrew an overflowing open box of textbooks, clothes, and cables—our version of packing wasn’t very professional. On his face was a smirk, the one I internally referred to as level 1c, threat level moderate. Anything higher than that meant I’d probably have my pants around my ankles within a matter of minutes.

  “Your right back tire looks a little low,” I told him.

  “Yeah? You gonna plug the leak with that boner?” He leered at my crotch, and my gaze naturally drifted down to see if my dick was kicking up a fuss behind my shorts. It was, but a minor one for now. I could work around it.

  I flipped him the bird. “I might.”

  “Well, how about you open up the door first?”

  I grunted and fished the key from my pocket, then dug for my phone, too, as it started buzzing.

  “Are you in yet?” my mom asked when I answered.

  “Literally unlocking the door. We haven’t been mugged so far, no one has offered us drugs, and Eric hasn’t started destroying walls yet, so I think we’re good.”