Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26

DAK

Most of my finals are on factual shit; so there’s not a lot of opinion or different views and perspectives involved. Such is business management. That’s fine. It means I need to cram facts and figures and concepts more than forming my own thoughts.

I have four classes this semester, and as I shove one book away and pull another closer, I rub my eyes and sit up. A smile grows as I look around.

I’m at Sparrow’s, sitting on his bed with my books scattered around me. He’s behind me, leaning against the wall with his tablet. Oh, and we’re both butt naked.

He glances up when he feels me looking at him. A crooked smile meets me.

Nothing has actually changed since he introduced me to his friends as his boyfriend except everything feels like it has. It feels… more. Deeper. Intimate. I love everything about this. And these moments right here where we’re just living are some of my favorites. We’re each doing our own thing, but together.

“What has you smiling like that?” he asks.

I shake my head. Most of the time, I’m so overwhelmed with emotion I don’t know how to put it into words.

I come from a family who is big on communication. Having three dads kind of does that. A relationship between two people can be complex enough, but add in a third and it’s a brand new world .

From a very young age, I knew that talking about shit was essential in every relationship in my life. Not just between me and a potential partner, but me and my friends. Until I met Sparrow, I’d thought I’d mastered communication. I didn’t realize it would feel so much harder with someone you’re in a romantic relationship with.

The uncertainty that they’re not feeling the same things you are can be suffocating. The amount of anxiety I feel from time to time can be consuming.

But I remind myself when I look at him that he wants this too. And he’s likely feeling the same kind of emotions.

We haven’t had a full conversation about this since he called me boyfriend. His friends stayed late and then we fucked throughout the night. Then life happened and finals came and here we are. Existing in our new reality, but knowing we do need to talk at some point.

There are things we need to talk about. Like what happens in two weeks when classes are over.

When I continue to look at him without speaking, Sparrow crawls across the bed and straddles me. I’m laying on my stomach so he’s sittin on my ass.

“Hmm,” he says, rocking his hips. His hardening cock presses between my ass cheeks and makes me catch my breath. “How do you feel about cock warming, Risk?”

I shiver. “You can do whatever you want to me,” I tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to my ear. His tongue snakes out, licking me and making me shiver. “Anything, huh?”

Chewing my lip, I realize this might be a good opening to bring up everything I’ve read on free use. My lips part to speak, but then the head of his dick is pressing to my hole. “Going to let me get comfortable here while we study?”

Groaning, I nod.

He hums and backs away. Twisting so I can see over my shoulder, I watch as he turns the condom box upside down. A single wrapper falls out. He frowns. “I don’t suppose you brought any.”

“No,” I say .

Sparrow sighs. “Guess we’re going to have to take a break soon. Not a big deal since we need to eat at some point today.”

I can’t see him clearly from my position, but I hear the wrapper being ripped and then the condom rolling out, and the click of the tube of lubricant opening. When his fingers dip into my ass, pressing in deep, they make me groan.

He’s all business right now. Lubing me. Stretching me. Not a lot of either, since it hasn’t been too long since he last fucked me.

Sparrow tosses the lube aside and once more, I feel his cockhead press against my hole. I tense on reflex, though immediately force my muscles to relax. It’s not often that he takes me from behind. I don’t think it’s so much a preference as it is we like to kiss while we fuck. It’s easier to do so when we’re not lined up like this.

My groan is long and drawn out as he enters my body. He shifts behind me, adjusting so he’s sitting in a position that allows him to be deep inside me. His groan is sexy, and I feel it throughout my entire body as I burn.

He gives two low, slow, deep thrusts. Pulling himself out and then pushing deeply inside me. Then he stays still.

The next thing I know, he’s brought one of my textbooks around and propped it in front of me. He grabs his tablet. And the world settles with his big dick stretching me wide, but remaining perfectly still inside me.

Holy fuck. He’s serious. How does he think I’m going to concentrate on anything when he’s lodged so deep inside me I can practically taste him? I swear, in this position he’s deeper than he’s ever been. I can’t catch my breath.

“Sparrow,” I groan, my ass clenching as I try to move.

“Uh uh. Stay still, Risk. You don’t get to move. Only I do. That’s what cock warming is all about.”

I whine and drop my face to the comforter. “How can you think I can do anything like this?”

“I’m going to point out that you just told me I can do anything to you,” he teases.

I’m not sure if it’s his cock that’s dislodged all my hesitation, but the words suddenly coming from my mouth are ones I’ve tried to work up the courage to say. Just to begin the conversation. “You can. You can do anything to me. Any time. Always. Anywhere. You can. ”

I didn’t say my words were eloquent.

“Anything, Sparrow. I don’t care.”

His tablet falls onto the bed next to me and he leans over. The way his weight comes down has me moaning. Jesus fuck, his dick. God, I’m going to combust.

“I think we already do that, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod and then shake my head. “I just mean… like, free use?”

Sparrow licks his lips. I can feel his tongue graze my neck when he does. His hips rock forward, making me gasp. What the fuck did he just hit inside me that has my cock throbbing? Fuck.

“Do you know what that means?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes. I’ve accidentally read a lot about it. I get off on how good you feel while fucking me. I love when you use my body for your own pleasure.”

He nods slowly, his teeth grazing along my neck. “So if we go grab something to eat later and I want to fuck you over the side of the table in the restaurant, you’re going to let me?”

“I think you need to be realistic in your questions,” I counter, my voice both breathless and whiny. “We both know you’re not going to do that. It’s illegal.”

Sparrow snorts.

“But like… at the game the other day. When you stuck your hand down my pants while we sat in the audience. Dragged me to the closet. Just now, sticking your dick in me because it makes you feel good. You can do that. Any time. All the time.”

He groans, his hips rocking. Not thrusting but rocking. Deeper. Deeper. Fuck I’m going to lose my mind. I can’t catch my breath.

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” I say on a gasp. “Fuck, Sparrow. You’re so fucking deep.”

He chuckles, his voice low and husky in my ear. It does nothing but stoke the fire more.

“I think this requires a conversation when you’re not ready to explode from me incessantly rubbing my cock against your prostate, sweetheart,” he says.

“Yes, fine,” I agree, groaning. “But I’ve thought about it a lot. I know what we need to discuss. Limits and safewords and stuff. I know. I’m just saying—yes. Please. All of this.”

That’s the end of our conversation. His weight comes down on me and he’s fucking me for real. He’s noisy today. So noisy. So intense. Every single thing he does adds more fuel to my fire and I lose my mind before he finishes. I can’t help it. He feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, you’re so deep. Sparrow.” I reach around and press my hand to his hip. I’m not sure if I’m actually trying to slow him down or make him go shallower.

“Do you have any idea how hot that is?” he asks, his voice breathy and needy. He takes my wrist and pins it over his head. “How fucking hot that makes me?”

His thrusts are harder, faster. Harsher. I can feel and hear how much he likes the idea. It drives me crazy. I shake under him, my entire body a live wire as he fucks me hard.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp. I can’t see straight. I can’t see anything but stars as he fucks me so deep, I think he’s poking the base of my brain. “Sparrow, I’m going to come. Please.”

I’m not sure what I’m asking. What I’m begging for. Maybe his permission. Maybe for him to come. Maybe for him to slow down. I don’t know, but I keep chanting his name.

When he comes, it’s the loudest he’s ever been. His sounds, the way he fucks into me as he orgasms, makes my entire body heat like the sun. I feel like I’m burning as I struggle to breathe. I come with him. Maybe just after. But his orgasm drives mine and I writhe beneath him. It’s so good.

There’s no way sex is always going to feel this… consuming.

His weight comes down on me and it feels like I can’t breathe. I haven’t caught my breath since he stuck his cock in me. Now with him on top of me like this, I really can’t catch it.

“I think we need to work on what cock warming means,” he says.

My laughter comes out in nothing but air punched from my lungs. Sparrow’s arms wrap around me, and he hugs me to him, his mouth placing wet kisses along my neck.

It takes me a really long time to be able to breathe. Eventually, I compose myself enough to say, “I meant what I said. It wasn’t just because I was in the throes of having your dick somehow lodged in my throat through my ass.”

Sparrow laughs quietly. “We need to talk a lot about this. I’m aware of the concept, but I’ve never entered into a relationship where free use was at play.”

“Fortunately for you, I’ve bookmarked my favorite websites.”

He snorts. After a few minutes of silence, he asks, “How long have you been looking at this?”

“I was absently researching the term used for people like me who get off from their partner’s pleasure more than the act of sex itself and all the new terms had me clicking one link after another—none of which had to do with what I was looking for, mind you—and I stumbled upon free use. The more I read, the more I wanted that with you.”

Sparrow shivers, and a low groan meets my ears. “To have you whenever I want you,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea what you’d be opening yourself up to? I’m a very horny man.”

I grin. “Yes. Also, I’ve done a lot of reading on how to keep healthy digestion as a bottom to make this work. But… maybe we should designate a word I can say when I think my bowels aren’t up for it.”

He takes a deep breath. “Yes. Definitely. I need you to know I’m into you without this option, though. You understand that, right?”

“Yes, I can feel your dick still inside me. How are you still hard?”

Sparrow snorts. “Not what I meant, smart ass. And I’m still hard because you’re talking about letting me use your body however I want, whenever I want. I’ve dreamed of a body like yours my entire life since puberty. You are literally my wet dream, Dak. But that my fantasy comes with this amazing person attached is far more than I can conceive. You’re offering me… everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

A tired smile curls my lips and I close my eyes.

“I’m going to throw some things out there because I want to know how you feel about them. This is just preliminary talking, Dak. We’re not agreeing on anything right now.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Can I wake you up with my dick in your ass?”

“Jesus,” I mutter, my cheeks heating. “Yes.”

“I can touch you anytime I want, regardless of what you’re doing?”

I nod. “Yes. I just… you know, people. ”

“I won’t get us arrested. Promise. How do you feel about public sex?”

“You just said you wouldn’t get us arrested!”

He laughs. “Like in a park. In the movie theater. Also, when I say sex, I include all sex acts. Not just penetrative.”

Taking a breath, I nod. “I trust you.”

His mouth attaches to my neck, and he sucks. “Toys? Can I use toys on you?”

I chew my lip. “What kinds of toys?”

“Basic stuff for now. Plug. Dildo. Vibrator. Fleshlight. That kind of thing.”

“Can we only have your dick in my ass?” I ask. I think my skin is permanently going to be an extra ten degrees.

“No plugs. No dildos.”

“Uh, maybe plugs. But I guess the only thing I want to be like actually fucked with is your dick. I don’t know that the other basic toys are going to bother me.”

“Just my dick,” he repeats. There’s a low, sexy quality about his voice that reaches my core. “The only thing that gets to fuck you. Yes, I’m definitely cool with that.”

I nod. Okay, good.

“How do you feel about topping?”

I’m not prepared for the moan that escapes me at his question. I haven’t even considered being the one fucking at this point. It probably would’ve crossed my mind at some point, but it hadn’t yet.

Sparrow laughs, kissing my neck. “You like that idea?”

“I didn’t think you bottomed.”

He shrugs. “I’m definitely more of a top, but there are times when I want something in my ass. Your perfect cock seems like the best option.”

“Oh, god,” I groan, my ass clenching around his cock.

I feel his smile as he presses his teeth to my skin. “I take it you’re receptive to that idea.”

I nod. “Yes.”

“How about we continue to talk about this, but we begin on a trial basis. We are still getting to know each other so this is a big deal. Beyond the already big deal that we recently agreed upon.”

“Yes,” I repeat .

“So how about this? When I want to do something to you, I’ll present you with a basic question—yes or no. I’m not going to tell you what I want to do at the time. But let’s see where your limits fall. We’ll learn this together and make our own rules as we go.”

“Yes, good. I want that.”

Sparrow grins. “Your enthusiasm is what is going to keep me hard all the time. I hope you’re prepared for that.”

“I get off on your pleasure, so definitely.”

He groans. “We need to go get some more condoms. Shower. Now.”

He’s up and off me. I grunt at the sudden loss of his dick inside me, twitching at the way he abruptly pulled out.

“Now, Risk,” he calls on his way to the stairs.

Maybe I should be worried about how horny this man is. But the thrill of what awaits me every single day will definitely be worth it. I love how much he wants me. I crave it. I can get drunk off it.

“Dak Bozik!” he hollers from within the bathroom.

I grin and get up.