Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER 27

SPARROW

We’ve been inseparable for a week. We’re halfway through finals, but I make sure we take regular orgasm breaks. The way Dak blushed when I dumped two 48-packs of condoms on the conveyor belt in the supermarket the other day was worth a thousand words. He buried his face in the back of my shoulder, his hand clinging to mine while we were checked out.

Honestly, him hiding in my back burned through me hotter than any arousal. Even though it was from embarrassment at someone seeing all the condoms I’m buying, he still chose to hide with me. Not meet me outside or walk away until I was done. He stayed, clinging to my hand and hiding his face against me.

I’m not even sure why it touched me so deeply. By all means, I was the source of his mortification. He should have wanted to get away from me.

He chose me instead. To take it away. To take comfort in.

The way I fucking kissed him when we got home.

I thought I knew myself inside and out. I thought I was so ahead of everyone around me. Maybe I am in some ways, but there’s still so much more to learn. It’s Dak who’s teaching me.

This morning is the second in a row I’ve woken up to him in my bed. Not the second time I’ve woken up to him in my bed. I’ve definitely woken him with some orgasms in the night. Hearing him cry out from a dead sleep as he’s coming is so fucking hot.

Rolling onto my side, I look at him. Study him as he sleeps. He’s… perfect. His long lashes on his cheeks. The way his hair sticks up. I love waking up to him here more than I ever thought I would enjoy waking up to someone. I’d always kind of thought I’d hate sharing a bed. Usually, I like my space and being able to move around. I’m not huge into cuddling at night.

I’ve changed my mind concerning all of that. As long as it’s Dak in my bed.

Sighing, I pull him close and wrap my arms around him. Definitely going to wake him up with an orgasm this morning, but right now, I just want to feel him. The steady beating of his heart. His quiet, rhythmic breaths. The soft feel of his skin—even covered in dried cum and sweat.

I’m thankful that Xavi practically kicked me in the balls and told me to get my head out of my ass. I fear without his input I would have made the wrong decision.

We haven’t truly tested the waters of free use except during the night. I don’t want him to fail his classes, nor do I want to fail mine. So as much as I’d like to live in his tight ass, most of our time’s been spent studying. There’s a lot of conversations we still need to have, including more about free use. But the time sensitive stuff is what’s priority right now. We have deadlines. After that, we’ll have time to talk.

I trail my hand down his stomach. Definitely needs a shower. The way his skin feels both sticky and stiff makes me smile. It’s going to suck getting the cum out of the light trail of hair under his navel.

His dick is mostly soft, but twitches in my hand as soon as I touch him. Within a few soft strokes of my hand, he begins to harden. Which is fortunate as I press my hard cock to his hip and kiss along his jaw while I wake him up with my hand on his cock.

Dak moans quietly in his sleep, shifting slightly. I see the lube on the nightstand, appreciating that I had at least some presence of mind to put it where I can find it in the middle of the night. As soon as his dick is hard, I spread his legs and reach down. Tugging gently on his balls before moving down lower.

He’s still sticky and slick with lube so I press two fingers inside him, curling them .

His moan is louder this time. His body arches slightly in his sleep. His dick twitches, a bead of pre-cum pearling at his slit. “Wake up,” I murmur in his ear. “I need my dick inside you.”

Dak murmurs, sighs, and turns his head toward me. He’s not quite awake. His eyes haven’t opened at all. I press my fingers in deeper and he finally opens his eyes as his breath catches.

“Much better,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his. “I’m not ready to stick my dick inside you while you’re asleep. I think we need to work up to that.” Everything else has been fair game though.

He’s already slightly breathless. “You don’t… need to. Fuck, Sparrow.” His body arches again and I grin. My sexy, sexy man.

“Come if you need to. I’m still getting my dick in you.”

Dak nods. He drops his hand to his cock and starts jerking himself while I add a third finger. He groans, squeezing those beautiful brown eyes closed as he rides my fingers.

We both jump when his phone starts ringing. His eyes snap open as he looks at me with alarm.

“Answer it,” I tell him.

“You keeping your fingers there?” he asks as he blindly reaches for it beside the bed.

“Yes. If it’s an emergency, you’re excused from this morning’s orgasm. Otherwise, we’re going to see how well you can maintain control.”

The look he gives me is both pleading and lustful. Pulling the phone close, I can barely see the screen where it reads ‘Edin Levin’ before he gives me a glance and answers it.

“Hello?” he asks, and I grin at how breathless he sounds. “Yeah, no this is fine. What’s wrong?”

I don’t pause in fucking his hole open for me, even as he lets go of his dick. When his shoulders relax, I decide it’s definitely not an emergency. So I watch his face as he struggles to keep himself composed enough to talk to his friend.

“Yes, definitely I—” His face contorts as I hit a particularly good spot. His gaze locks on mine for a minute.

“Yes or no?” I whisper.

He shivers and nods.

I remove my hand from between his legs and get up, placing myself between his splayed legs instead. His hand slowly moves over his dick as he watches me, but after a minute he turns his attention to the ceiling.

“Yes. When? Mo too, right?”

Once the condom is on, I lube myself and add some fresh lube to his hole. We’re definitely taking a shower after this. I scooch closer, curling his knees up and raising his ass.

“Yes. I told you, Edin. Yes. I can make it happen.”

His breath catches when I press my cockhead to his hole. His eyes flicker to mine as he says, “Is everything okay?” Pause. “Because you’ve had a sudden change of heart after I’ve been asking for months. What happened?”

Dak closes his eyes as I begin pushing inside him. His entire body is tense. His breaths come out a little harsher as I slip inside his tight, hot hole.

“No,” he says, his voice a little clipped. “Sorry. Breathless from working out. Muscles are sore.”

I pause to look at him, wondering if that was more for me than Edin. He meets my eyes when I stop and shakes his head. His mouth forms the word ‘yes’ and I know that time, it’s for me. With my green light, I slowly thrust my dick inside him until he’s fully stretched over me.

The expression on his face is sexy as fuck. It’s clear he’s trying like fucking hell to keep his sounds of pleasure contained. To keep his breathing even. To keep his voice steady when he says, “That’s shit and you know it. Stop.”

I come down on his body, wrapping my arms under him to hold him tightly. His hand without the phone digs into my back, his legs coming up to lock around my waist. I nearly groan as I bury my face in his neck, kissing him there.

As I move slowly inside him, sensually thrusting my cock deeply, I forget he’s on the phone until he speaks again. “Last final is on Thursday.” His voice is higher than usual. “No, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m a little distracted but yes, Edin. I’ll make it happen. I promise. We’re going to have so much fun. You just need to tell me when.”

I’m rather impressed at how well he’s done keeping his voice even. There were only a few blips when he sucks in a quick breath. His hand moves up to tangle in my hair and I’m fucking thrilled when he starts moving with me. Using his legs to bring himself to me.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you later. Give Mo a kiss for me.”

He hangs up after another quick goodbye and moans. “Fuck, Sparrow.”

“Is he okay?”

Dak doesn’t answer for a minute. I think I’ve lost him in what we’re doing until he says, “No, but he hasn’t been for a long time.”

“What happened?”

He takes a deep, shuddering breath. “You don’t think I can have a conversation like this, do you?”

“Definitely. You just did. I’m going to make love to you while you tell me about your best friend. Keep talking, Risk.”

His grip tightens.

I drive deeply inside him, earning myself another moan. “Talk,” I murmur, kissing his neck.

“He knocked a girl up when we were barely fifteen,” he says, his words rushing out. “His parents thought the way to teach them both how to make responsible decisions was to ruin their fucking lives.”

“How?” I ask, listening to the way he moans at his pause in words.

“Th-they forced them to get married so that kid wasn’t born out of wedlock. Fucking stupid.” He groans, his body arching under me. “Fuck, this feels so good,” he moans. I grin. “Yeah, so they made Edin give up hockey to do this whole thing. Lydia is a miserable bitch and I’m not just saying that as a biased best friend. I’m saying that based on what I’ve seen and heard. She’s awful. She’s not even a good parent.”

“Then he needs to get out of there.”

The only sounds from Dak’s mouth for the next minute are the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard. But he eventually comes back online as his nails drag down my back, and I shiver in appreciation at the sting.

“I know. He’s… I’m scared for his mental health. I know the signs to look for because I’ve been worried about him for years, and I think he’s dangerously close to hurting himself. He won’t leave because he knows Lydia is a shitty mother and the system is stacked ag ainst him and toward the mother, and he doesn’t trust her alone with Mo. But that place is dangerous for him mentally. I honestly think the only thing keeping him on this earth is his love for his daughter.”

“Get him to visit. Take some time away.”

“I’ve been trying for three years,” he says and I can hear the desperation in his voice. “Since I started school, I’ve been trying. Something snapped this morning. That’s why he called. I could hear it in his voice, but you’re so damn distracting I don’t know for sure what I was hearing. But he said that he’s down to get away this summer. Him and Mo. I’m going to take them as far away from that crazy bitch as I can.”

“Good.” I bite his shoulder and he moans loudly.

“Sparrow,” he whines, and I think the conversation is done for now. The need in his voice has me turning my full attention to making my man feel good. He definitely enjoys slow fucking for the feel of it much more than fast and hard. I can tell by the way he’s responding to me.

I’m definitely banking this knowledge. For as long as I can this morning, I’m going to make this man feel good without my own pleasure feeding into it. Now that I found a method of sex that really touches his arousal, I’m keeping this in my back pocket.

“Feels so good,” he pants. His arms and legs tighten around me. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” I promise. “Not until you give me the best orgasm, Flight Risk. I’m going to keep making love to you and listening to your sexy sounds until you can’t take it anymore.”

He moans. I can practically feel himself letting go. Releasing the composure he needed to have conversations. To listen to his best friend and then tell me what was happening. That’s something we can talk more about after because I definitely have some questions. But right now, this is all about Dak and his erotic moans.