Page 113 of The Tryout

“Oh yeah?”

He kisses me gently, dragging his tongue lightly along my bottom lip. Just as I go to deepen the kiss, he pulls away.

“Hey, you know you don’t have–”

I cut him off with a kiss, not wanting to hear yet again how I don’t have to do this. I want to – at this point, as soon as possible. Luckily, he seems to accept that, moving his arms around my waist, pushing them up under the hem of my t-shirt. A shiver runs along my skin and my nipples tighten. I pull away, dragging my teeth along his bottom lip as I do.

“Your room or mine?”

Usually, we stick with his – not only does he have nicer sheets, but he’s got more sets of them, so it’s easier to change them after. Still, I don’t want him thinking I’m only sleeping with him for his sheets.

Although I probably would. They’re fucking great sheets.

Avery’s gaze is slightly dazed, and he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Mine?”

That’s good enough for me. I grab his hand and stand, pulling him with me down the hallway. Halfway there, he catches up to me, pushing me against the wall for another kiss. His hands work their way from my jaw to my stomach and finally around to my ass, grabbing on and dragging me closer to him.

“You’re sure?”

I’m fed up with his uncertainty. I’ve never been so sure of anything, and I make sure he knows it. I push him away, but as he moves I don’t stop. Instead, I keep pushing, pushing, until he’s in his room, on his bed.

He lays there on his back, looking up at me with thinly veiled lust in his eyes.

“I’m very fucking sure.”

I push down my sweats, then move to the bed and pull his off too, exposing a simple white pair of briefs. His dick is already straining the front of them, and I run a hand over it as I move back up his body. I give my hips a lazy thrust against his, swallowing the moan he makes. Just as I get into a rhythm, my hips moving in time with my tongue, my world turns.

Avery has flipped us, wrapping a leg around mine and pushing my back into the bed. My dick finds this thrilling, leaking precome as it gets even harder. If Avery notices, he doesn’t do anything about it, instead focusing his mouth on a spot just behind my ear. Almost uncontrollably, I squirm underneath him, thrilled and tense and so turned on it almost hurts.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, his mouth moves down, first to my neck, then to my shoulder, where he spends a minute or two paying attention to the skin stretched over my collarbone. He scrapes it with his teeth, then soothes it with his tongue, over and over until I know from the sensitivity of the skin that he’s left a mark.

Yes, please. Mark me. Make me yours.

I barely keep the words inside as he finally moves on, teeth and tongue worrying at first one nipple, then the other. This sends sharp electric jolts straight to my dick, and I wonder how Avery knows my body so well, how he can still be teaching me things about it that I didn’t already know.

As he reaches my stomach, his hands grab the waistband of my boxer briefs, the same black style I always wear, and pull them down, over my calves and off my legs. By now, you’d think I’d be used to his teasing, but somehow my body is still overcome with frustration when his mouth goes not to my dick, but instead to my hip bone.

Here, he repeats his motion from my shoulder, the scrape and suck that makes me wild. But this time, I can’t quite hold the words inside.

“Fuck, you gonna leave a mark? Gonna make everyone wonder who was taking such good care of me?”

The words earn me a particularly sharp bite, and I find myself crying out, shockingly close to coming. Avery must notice, because he stops his teasing to back off for a moment, reaching over to the nightstand to grab something out of the drawer. I focus on taking deep breaths, not wanting this to be over before it even starts.

Back on the bed with me, Avery puts his hands behind my knees, pushing them back until I’m entirely exposed to him. I feel my face go red with embarrassment and vulnerability and, unmistakably, lust.

His mouth goes back to work, tongue licking at each of my balls in turn. He neglects my dick, which lies leaking on my stomach, instead working his way backward. He isn’t going to–

“Holy shit!”

The moment his tongue touches my hole, the words are out of my mouth. Is he seriously going to…there?

He looks up at me, a grin on his mouth.

“You good? You said you were extra thorough.”

“Do people really…there?”