Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

DAK

It’s a different room than the one we were in before. Once I saw River, everything else ceased to exist as I stared at the man I’d been obsessed with since the first time I saw him.

“This is Elijah and Dalton,” Porter introduces.

I recognize both of them, which is impressive, though I stare at Elijah for a second. Was that his name last time? Do they swap out names to remain anonymous? I should have given a fake name.

Elijah grins. “I have a twin who’s not quite identical once we’re standing next to each other.”

“Oh,” I say. “That makes more sense.”

“There was a day when I’d say that and wasn’t believed,” he mused as he leans back against the wall.

“Twins are common,” River says.

Elijah nods. “Yep, and people still scoff when you say you have a twin until they see you and the twin together. My childhood was weird like that.”

“People are stupid,” River mutters.

I nod.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Later,” Porter says on his way out the door, shutting it behind him.

Dalton takes us through the beginning questions about how to ‘win’ and consent and all that shit. When he leaves us with a “Ready when you are” and picks up his camera, my stomach flutters. It is the cameras.

River grips my face, turning me so my back is angled toward both men. His hands slide down to rest along my neck, his long fingers sliding into my hair. “Just us,” he murmurs. “Okay?”

My instinct is to glance at the cameras again, to know where they are, what they’re doing. But I force my eyes to remain locked on River. Which isn’t a hardship because he’s perfect. I nod.

His lips quirk in the starts of a smile and it makes my stomach flutter with nerves. As his mouth descends on mine, I vaguely wonder whether he’s done this often. Well, he’s unbeatable, so I know he’s been here often, but I mean this. The way he’s coaching me through this as if he wants me to win.

Or he wants to fuck me.

Not going to lie, I like that idea. My entire body buzzes with excitement at the thought. Then his mouth is on mine and I swear, I can feel the moment static takes over my brain. This time, I’m not quite so nervous to touch him.

My hands move to his stomach and then slide around his back, and I step into him, bringing my body to his. River licks into my mouth, sucking on my lip and chasing my tongue. I shiver with the growing embers of arousal.

His hands slide down my arms and around me. For just a minute, he holds me like that. In something very reminiscent of a hug. Our kiss is almost lazy right now, as if this is a very different moment than why we’re here.

He breaks that moment all too soon when he drops his hands to the hem of my sweatshirt. I feel his fingertips on my skin and nearly groan. Which is stupid. He’s barely touching me, I should not be groaning.

I reluctantly step back when he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. He doesn’t come closer again until he pulls his shirt off too, and I’m left staring at him. His bare chest. He’s thin but soft. Before I realize what I’m doing, I place my palm on his chest and slowly run my hand down.

When I look up, River’s watching me with heated eyes and a small smile, head slightly inclined. I don’t know why it’s so… hot. But it is. It ignites something inside me .

He steps closer again, mirroring what I’d just done to him on me, but he doesn’t stop at my waist like I did him. His hand drops to my crotch and cups my cock. I shiver at the way he touches me. Firmly but not painfully.

Without a word, he pulls his hand back and then pulls at the hips of my pants. When I don’t argue, he shoves them down. My underwear follows and I’m left standing naked before him.

The look he gives me can definitely be interpreted as smug; but this close, I think I see something else. He likes what he sees.

My fingers are nearly as steady as his were when I reach for his pants. He doesn’t help me, doesn’t hurry me along. He watches my face the entire time I unwrap him. Right down to pulling his underwear off and staring at his dick. A dick that I will suck today.

As if to challenge that resolve, I catch Dalton moving in the corner of my eye and my attention snaps to him. I stare, eyes wide, as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

River pulls my attention back, pulling me to him so our naked bodies align. He’s slightly shorter than me, which I’m only just now noticing. “Just us,” he murmurs against my mouth. I close my eyes and breathe him in, losing myself in the way his mouth moves against mine. His tongue teases mine and traces the shape of my mouth, coaxing me into following when he pulls back.

I’m not sure when we moved, but the next thing I know, we’re falling onto the bed. His hands run all over my body, making me burn as if he lit a match and the fire is following a trail of gunpowder. It’s not just from his hands on me, but feeling him as well. I’m bolder this time, taking courage in the fact he likes where I’m touching him from the way he softly moans into my mouth.

My hand drops to his cock, and I lose a bit of my bravado and falter. Yes, I touched him last time, but not a lot, not for long. Just enough to say I did it.

This time, I wrap my hand firmly around him, determined that this time will be different. He’s thick. It pulses in my hand. I stroke up until I can blindly touch his cockhead and run my thumb around the ring of his crown. Then I slide it up to feel the drop of pre-cum sitting at his slit.

When I’m done exploring his head, I slide my hand down his shaft to its root and further down to cup his balls. They feel big. Heavy.

River’s hips rock toward me. His hand grips me by the back of my neck as he kisses me roughly. He likes my touch, and there’s something really heady about it.

Taking more courage from this, I pull my mouth off his and drop to his dick. Movement distracts me and I freeze again. Before I can look, River’s hand is blocking my view. I look up at him. “Just a game,” he says and I fucking love how breathless he sounds. “It’s just us here.”

With a deep inhale, I turn my attention back to his dick and stare at where there’s a thick bead of pre-cum again.

Oh, god, I’m supposed to put that in my mouth!

I mean, I’ve asked girls to do it in the past. Now I have a better appreciation for what I’ve asked for. Staring at this… Jesus. Can I do this?

Licking my lips, I get a little closer and look down his length. He’s so damn hard, and his cock has some very prominent veins. Before I truly register what I’m doing, I drop my face and follow one of the veins with the tip of my tongue.

When I see movements again, I close my eyes. I pause briefly, but my tongue has hit his slit and the burst of salty pre-cum spreads across my tongue, activating my salivary glands. I lick my lips, swallowing the taste and the extra drool.

But I’m encouraged now. I didn’t hate the feel of his dick against my tongue. I didn’t vomit at the taste of his pre-cum. Truly, I will never ask for head again and play down that shit like it’s not a big deal. Especially to someone who’s never done it before. Fuck.

River’s fingers move to the back of my head, and I glance up at him. My breath catches when I see just how turned on he is. For me.

It’s reassuring enough that I take a deep breath and go for it. I wrap my mouth around his dick.

Look at me! Cock in my mouth, down!

I smile to myself and then take more of him into my mouth. How deep can I go? How big is he? I’ve decided that it doesn’t really matter how big he is in inches. It matters if he’s too big to fit into my mouth .

I’m clearly far too confident because I bring him in deep and gag myself right away. I pull off him and cough, making River chuckle. Ah. That’s how big he is. Too big for that.

River’s grinning at me, his fingers playing gently at the edges of my hair. I slide down his shaft again, wrapping my hand around the base of his dick to angle him where I want him. This time, I’m far more aware of his length and I take him in just enough to feel him groan.

Yes, I feel it as if the sound vibrates through his body. I spend some time doing all the things I tell girls to do and listen to River. Not just the sounds he makes, but the way his hand moves on the back of my head. Yes, just like that. Right there. I like that.

Pulling my mouth off him, I keep going down until I reach his balls. River lays back on the bed, allowing me better access. One of my favorite things if done correctly is having my balls sucked. I’ve always wondered if that’s something all guys like as much as I do, or if everyone is different.

I take his left testicle into my mouth and listen to him groan. Low and long. The sound races down my spine and grips my cock. Oh… no, that’s just my hand. But fuck yes, I love that sound.

Also, this is fucking weird. It feels like a slippery egg inside a weird skin bag that moves around freely. The images in my head weird me out, so I pull back and look down at his balls. They’re so tight.

Glancing up, I grin seeing how turned on he is. The lust in his eyes is intense.

Then those fucking cameras, man. Elijah moves and my head snaps in that direction. Everything inside of me seizes. All the people who are going to watch this will witness all these first times. I don’t know how I feel about this. Yes, I do.

Fucking panicked.

River’s face gets in mine, cutting off my view of the camera and its taunting red blinking light. I’m recording this and it will last forever.

“You still with me?” he asks.

I swallow. There’s a part of me that wants to run. Right now. I need to get out of here.

His hand grips my dick, making me jump .

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs as he rubs me expertly. “That’s it. Just listen to my voice, okay?”

I nod.

“Lay back. Keep your eyes closed. Good. Spread your legs for me. Just feel what I’m doing to you. It’s just you and me here. The lights are off.”

But I can feel other people in the room. Watching. Documenting my first time gaying it up. I chew the inside of my lip and then nearly bite a hole in it when River’s hot mouth touches my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, draping my arm over my eyes.

He sucks—just one, short but intense suck that has my hips coming off the bed. I moan. River is good at sucking dick. It doesn’t take long for me to get lost in it. In the heat and wet feel of his mouth. The way he licks and sucks and rubs me.

I think he’s edging me, but I can’t seem to care. I’m so lost in it that it isn’t until I feel his finger pressing against my asshole that I realize he’s changed our positions so my legs are spread wide and knees bent, giving him full access to my ass.

His finger is wet, and he toys with my hole. Pressing gently every few seconds as he rubs it. My entire body quivers at the feeling. Then his mouth leaves my dick, and he sucks my balls. I practically lose my shit right then and there. My hand drops to my dick, squeezing it hard to counter the intense pleasure that fills me.

River chuckles. “Like that, huh?”

I grunt, unable to form words as I gasp for breath.

However, when his mouth drops to my taint, I become far too aware of what’s going on. I was prepared for sucking dick. I’d worked myself up mentally for that. Things are progressing now. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

But isn’t that the point of this? To push to my limits?

I might have just reached a limit. Yes, I proved that it wasn’t a one-time turn on. I’m fucking hard for this man. There’s zero doubt in my mind about it. I’m. Fucking. Hard. For. River.

But am I really going to let him fuck me? Am I there?

Yes, there’s some gay in me. I’m bisexual. I’m happy to admit that internally, but… do I need to have sex with him to prove it?

Is it about proving it?

These thoughts swirl like a hurricane in my head as I’m keenly aware of where his mouth is on my taint. Sucking the underside of my balls, making me gasp loudly. Pressing the flat of his tongue to my taint. His finger urging my hole to let him in. More. More.

“No,” I say and jerk away. My face heats. Fuck, I’m making a fool of myself. Do they post the freakouts online too? “I can’t,” I add and bolt off the bed. I pull my pants on and stuff my feet into my shoes as I gather the rest of my clothes and am out the door before anyone else can speak.

I run. Like seriously, I run.

I run to the same place I ran to before and collapse under a tree in the park. I shudder as I pant for breath.

“Hey. You okay?” a feminine voice asks.

Forcing my eyes open, I see a group of girls from campus standing over me, looking alarmed and concerned.

“Fine,” I manage to get out. “I understand I look anything but fine, but I promise I am. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it.”

The faces are filled with disbelief, but reluctantly take me at my word. They back away and carry on doing whatever it was they were doing.

I probably look really foolish, but I curl up in a ball and concentrate on my breathing. I can still feel his hands everywhere. His mouth. His finger pressed against my hole. My cock throbs painfully.

Fuck my life. What am I doing?!