Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

SPARROW

I’m waiting in my doorway, leaning against the frame, as Dak steps out of the stairwell. He grins when he sees me. When he gets closer, I see his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are dark with arousal.

He’d texted me earlier and a weird autocorrect had turned what was probably a mundane sentence into something that we’d turned into innuendoes and blatant sexual advances for the past two hours. My cock is throbbing in the worst fucking way right now.

As soon as he’s close, I grip his shirt at his chest and yank him inside. His laugh is breathy. I shut the door and press him against it, kissing him roughly as I lock the door. I don’t bother with the door stop because I’d have to let him go. The chain will have to be enough discouragement, as well as the way I’m going to make this man moan.

But before I do, I drop my hand to his dick and grip him tightly. Dak jumps, groaning into my mouth. “You’re a fucking tease,” I growl into his mouth.

“Only a tease if I don’t follow through,” he says back with a groan.

“Undress.”

Dak nods, pulling off his clothes and discarding them where we’re standing. Once he’s naked in front of me, I admire his hard lines. The way his muscles flex. How his dick, thick and full, presses against his stomach with a bead of pre-cum dripping down his crown.

“So fucking hot,” I mutter, grabbing his cock in my hand. His breath catches. Using his hard dick as a handle, I pull him along as if he’s on a leash. “Let’s go, Risk. I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name.”

He shivers, awkwardly following where I lead him by his cock in my hand.

Normally, I don’t bother heading up to my bed, but I’m feeling the need for the extra space today. So I let his cock go at the stairs. He watches as I lick my fingers and turn him around. I trail a wet finger down his spine and between his crack, pressing into his hole as he grips the sides of the ladder stairs with white knuckles.

“Head on up, Risk,” I say, voice low.

“Like this?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

I nod. “Just like this.”

I remain behind him, following him closely. He’s slow, trying to concentrate on where he’s stepping so he doesn’t fall or accidentally step off. But I won’t let him fall. That’s why I’m following right on his heels.

However, when he gets to the top, I bend him over the floor so he’s half on my loft platform with his ass end and legs hanging over.

“You clean like I told you to?” I ask.

We’d had a conversation about douching earlier. I don’t need to see his cheeks to know they’re red.

“That was awkward as fuck,” he mutters.

Chuckling, I brace my feet on the ladder. I have it secured in place most of the time, so I know it’s not going anywhere. Even if he bucks around. Pulling my fingers from his hole, I spread his cheeks and spit. My saliva splats just over his hole and starts to drip.

Using my tongue, I guide my spit down to his hole and press my tongue to his pucker. Dak inhales sharply, his body jerking. The ladder-stairs creak, but don’t move. I hear his hands on the floor, trying to grab onto something. Anything.

“Holy fuck,” he groans. “Why does that feel good? It’s weird as fuck.”

I chuckle, grinning into his ass crack. He did a good job cleaning. I only taste soap .

Lapping at him, licking and nipping at his sensitive flesh, I listen as Dak’s noises get louder. I don’t dare try much else right now since we’re precariously perched on the edge of my loft, and I don’t want either of us to break anything if we fall. Personally, I’d prefer not to fall, but if I’m going to break a limb, this is the only story I want to be telling people.

I was eating his ass on the stairs and we slipped .

Yep, totally worth the pain that would cause. Their horror would be worth it.

I lick him, thrusting my tongue into him over and over until he’s whining consistently like a scared dog. Then I pull my mouth away and slap his ass with a loud crack. “Upstairs.”

He’s awkward and uncoordinated when he tries to get his footing under him. More than once, he slips, and I catch him before he tumbles over. Then he falls hard into the side of the metal frame of my glass railings. That’s going to leave a nasty bruise.

Once he’s up, crawling across the floor on his hands and knees, I follow. Grinning at the look of him. He drags himself onto my bed and waits on his hands and knees for me. I gently push him over and raise his arm to look at where he slammed into the rail.

There’s already an angry red mark. I touch it softly. “You okay?”

Dak nods.

“You’re going to bruise.”

“It’s fine,” he says. “I don’t feel it right now.”

Smirking, I lean down and kiss the spot. “No but you will later. I’m sorry. I should have?—”

“I will proudly wear any war wound I acquire from sex with you,” he says.

I raise my eyes, my mouth still lightly moving over the red spot on his ribs.

“Sorry. That sounded… clingier than I meant it to.”

Chuckling, I kiss his ribs once more and then move up his body to his mouth. He groans, and his hands glide over my skin. My chest, my stomach, and around my waist. Dak pulls me down on top of him.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs. “I’ve been hard for hours.”

“How do you want to be fucked?” I ask, reaching between us to jerk his cock .

Dak groans, his back arching slightly. “Whatever makes you feel good.”

There’s a part of me that wonders if this is how he was with women. Did he like their pleasure over his own? I’d love to know. Just out of curiosity. Is this something that he feels only with me, or is this how he enjoys sex?

Everything with this man makes me feel good. I love the way his body squeezes mine, holding me far too tightly. He hasn’t quite figured out how to relax entirely yet, and that extra contraction from his muscles holding tight forces me to push a little harder. It feels so fucking good.

Then there are the sounds he makes. How he says my name. The strength in his grip when he clutches me to him.

With another kiss to his lips, I back away and reach for a condom. We’re not wasting time right now. I’ve been so fucking hard up for this man for hours. It’s time to fuck.

Once it’s in place, I bring one of his legs over my shoulder but trap the other one under me between mine. Then I work his hole with lube, stretching him with my fingers. Pressing teasingly against his prostate.

One of his hands grips the bed over his head. The other is wrapped around my forearm. Holding me tightly as I get him ready for my dick. His mouth remains open as he stares, his body moving against me.

He’s far more into foreplay as an act than he is into penetrative sex. Usually, I spend some time here for that reason. But teasing each other via text for the last couple hours has eroded my patience. So once I’m sure I won’t hurt him, I grip my dick and press to his hole.

Dak moans as I push inside him. As I do every time I can see his face, I study him. Watch the tick of his muscles around his eyes to tell me when I need to slow down and give him a minute to adjust. I watch his mouth and his jaw to see when he’s clenching his teeth and when he relaxes again. I watch his nostrils flare and his eyes dilate.

“Sparrow,” he groans, back arching under me as I bottom out. “I think you grew since yesterday. ”

I chuckle. “No, Risk. I’ve just been hard for like three hours, thanks to you.”

He moans quietly as I pull out and ease back in slowly. Steadily. Fluidly. I spend several minutes enjoying the tight grip of his body around me. His fingers dig into my arm, my hand now resting on his stomach over his cock. Giving him a little friction, but not at all ready to get this man off yet.

It’s a matter of patience to make sure his body is ready for the fuckery I’m going to give him. I won’t hurt him. Ever. Because I’m so fucking ready to explode into him, I take extra time to ensure he’s not going to break under me.

When his eyes open and he seeks out mine, I know we’ve reached the threshold where I can unleash on him. I lean over his body, keeping one leg trapped under me and the other curled over my shoulder. Stretching him out as I brace my hands on either side of his shoulders.

“Hang on, Risk. It’s going to get rough.”

He grips my arms and I begin fucking this man for real. His body jerks and wriggles under me, making his muscles tense around my dick. Causing me to use more force to bury myself deep with each thrust. It’s so intense, so tight, that my head feels hazy and heavy. My body moves on its own, chasing the feeling of pleasure. The high his sounds give me. Dak feels so fucking good, my head spins.

“Squeeze me again,” I demand.

He does. His ass clenches and I bear down, shoving my cock in hard. The world around me darkens and tips. I plunge on, thrusting into him over and over and over until I can’t hold back anymore.

I turn my face into his leg and bite into his calf as I come. The grunts that come out of me sound like an animal as my orgasm pulses. Comes to life and bleeds out of me. Filling his sexy hole. Breeding this man with everything I have.

You know, safely. With a condom.

When I catch my breath and my eyesight returns to normal, I find that he’s still gripping my arms, his nails embedded into my skin. He’s also covered in his own release.

I grin.

Dak’s eyes are closed as he pants, but his mouth hangs open. I lean down, forcing him to stretch further, making him groan, and run my tongue through his release. Bringing my mouth to his, I kiss him, pushing my tongue frosted in his cum into his mouth.

He grunts, and I can feel the way he cringes. His hands tighten on me, but he doesn’t push me away. He doesn’t stop kissing me. I also don’t miss the shudder that moves through his body. Not a fan of his own cum, I suppose.

Just to be sure, I let his mouth go and lap up some more. He scowls at me when I return to his mouth, but just as before, he kisses me hungrily. Even as he, once more, shudders.

“Don’t like that, huh?” I ask.

“It’s gross.”

“You swallow mine.”

“But it’s yours. That’s different.”

“So my babies down your throat is okay. Yours down your throat is not?” The way his nose scrunches has me laughing. “You’re also not a fan of that analogy.”

“Also gross and now disturbing.”

Chuckling, I rest my forehead to his. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m still horny. We’re going again once my cock puts down the white flag.”

Dak grunts.

“Although,” I murmur, glancing down at his mess, “looks to me like you really enjoyed that. Is that your first hands-free orgasm?”

He nods. “Yeah. You were really into it this time.”

“I’m really into it every time.”

“Yeah, and it’s great. But you were just… possessed this time. It was so fucking hot.”

I hum.

As seems to be the case nearly every other week, my phone rings. I know who it is without looking. So I don’t have to pull my dick out of Dak, I drag him with me as I tap the button on my phone and then hit speaker. Once it connects, I answer, “Hello, Wyatt.”

His low rumble of laughter makes me smile. I press a kiss to the inside of Dak’s knee.

“Hey, Sparrow. How’s it going?”

“Good. Very good. You? ”

“Can’t complain. Listen, I know you’re graduating soon, and we’d really like to stock up on some footage. We’ll double your pay for the whole day—$100 each milestone you make it through.”

Dak is stiff as fuck under me. I lean down and kiss his lips. “I can’t, Wyatt.”

“Can’t? Why?”

“I’m fucking this guy, and he doesn’t like the idea of me fooling around with randoms.”

Wyatt laughs. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I promised him exclusivity. You know, safe sex and all that.”

Dak rolls his eyes at me repeating his reason back to Wyatt. I smirk.

“All right. That kind of sucks, but I get it. Unless you and this guy want to film some shit together?”

Dak’s lips press together. Chuckling, I say, “That’s unlikely, but we’ll talk about it.”

“Understood. Thanks. Let me know if you change your mind. We’d love one more day with you.”

“Will do. Later.”

As soon as I hang up, Dak scoffs.

“Don’t be jealous. I said no.”

He inhales deeply and holds it, staring at me. “Can this be not just sex?” he asks.

I tilt my head.

“Like… can this be more than sex? Like… boyfriends?”

A smile curls my lips and I lean in to bite his lip. “That what you want?”

“Yeah,” he confirms.

“I’ve never been in a relationship. It’s likely not a good idea that you’re my first.”

“Why?”

I don’t have a reason or answer for him. I continue to gently chew then suck on his lip as I think about it. “I don’t know,” I admit. “Let me think about it.”

Dak tenses. “If you don’t want to?—”

Meeting his eyes, I give him a sincere smile. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I’m enjoying what we’re doing but… the truth is, I haven’t ha d a relationship because I’ve found I’m usually in a very different place in my life than those around me. Not just like this, as in a relationship, but career and education and goals and shit.”

He nods and I can already see the sting of rejection in his eyes. Sighing, I shift us so his leg falls from my shoulder and blanket his body with mine. “Don’t do that. I didn’t say no, I said let me think about it. I like you a lot, Dak. If I didn’t, the one fuck would have been enough for me. If I didn’t like you quite a fucking lot, I wouldn’t have agreed to exclusivity. I don’t take this kind of thing lightly, so I need to think about… this. Okay?”

Dak nods, his heart racing. No matter what I do for the rest of the day, Dak doesn’t lose the look of rejection and the tension in his shoulders. It’s still there when he leaves after dinner.