Chapter 47

I hurry to tear off my own jeans. Then my briefs, pulling them down as fast as I can. I’m not even completely undressed but I’m already hard and throbbing and he’s rolling onto me now, pressing me back into the hard carpet, his hand between us slick with spit. He grabs my dick and kneads it until I moan, then he guides me into him, into the hot darkness I know so well. He places his hands on either side of my head as we find a steady rhythm, one as furious as our sudden energy. I thrust into him—this’ll be quick, one of those we used to steal between classes when the dorm halls were rowdy with students and we wanted each other so badly we couldn’t wait until everyone else was asleep.

Just as I think maybe this is Hell because I’ve never been so hard and so close without getting off already, I come in him and he sighs into my neck, a little whimper that makes me want to hold onto him forever.

Now I can.