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"Okay," I tell him, ignoring the baby part as much as I like it.

"I want to make you feel good." Beck drops to his knees, my breathing stopping when I witness him kneeling for me. Fuck, he looks beautiful below me. His hands work open my shorts, pulling them and my briefs down. My hips arch in the air when Beck glances up at me. "Stay against the door."

"Sorry," I whisper, making sure my body is back pressed to the wood. "Are you going to suck my dick or what?"

"Tsk, tsk," he murmurs, dragging one of his fingers down the side of my shaft. "Only good boys get their dicks sucked."

"I'm a good boy," I whine, grabbing hold of his hair. "I swear I'm the goodest boy ever."

"I need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?" He asks, sticking his tongue out and flicking my tip.

My head falls back against the door with a loud thump, Beck shushing me. "I can't help it. It feels so good."

"I guess I'll just have to stop then," Beck tells me, trying to get up from the ground.

"No," I rush out, pushing on his shoulders so that he goes back to the floor. "I'll be good and quiet, I promise. Just please put me in your mouth." I beg, having no issues about begging this man to suck my dick. I've never had anyone who can suck me off and have me coming down their throat in thirty seconds.

"Good boy," he purrs, wrapping his fist around my dick. "Now stay quiet and let me make you feel good."

Beck sucks my dick to the back of his throat and, fucking hell, it's torture trying to stay quiet. His fingers roll around my balls, tingling shooting down my spine. There's so many damn sensations, it’s exhilarating. Not only from him sucking me, but also the thrill of knowing that we're hiding in one of the lecture rooms and at any second someone could try to walk in is sexy as hell. I've never done anything like this before. Hell, I've done nothing sexual in public at all. I don't want to say I could get used to this, but fuck this is hot as hell. I drag my hands along his head, getting a good grip before I guide him how I want him. Beck doesn't complain or tell me to stop, so I keep doing it. Keeping my hips against the door, I pull his head off my dick then shove him back onto it, groaning quietly when he gags roughly. I know Beck says he loves that I don't have a gag reflex, but I love that he does. The noises he makes as he's trying to shove my entire cock in his mouth, the fact that he can't breathe, and I love that he doesn't stop. He doesn't try to pull off my dick or to only lick at the tip. No, he's all in. Beck gags again, and this time I lose it, filling him with my come. Beck releases my limp dick, it falling down as he tries to catch his breath.

"My turn," I tell him, trying to grab his shoulders and bring him up.

"No," he tells me, standing up and invading my space. He kisses me, shoving his tongue in my mouth. Usually the thought of tasting myself grosses me out, but ‌when it's mixed with Beck, I'm all for it. "This was just about you. You don't need to do anything in return. You can make it up to me tonight, though," he winks, giving me another peck on the lips. "But I don't want to cause you to be any later for your next class than you already are."

"Shit, I forgot I had another course." We both laugh as I pull up my shorts, redoing the button. "Seems I don't think too much when the thought of your dick is on my mind."

"Hey, now you know how I felt during the test today."

"You kicked ass on that test," I say, truly proud of him. He may think he goofs off a lot while we're studying, but I can see how hard he's actually working. And apparently, it's paying off.

"Thanks," he preens, staring at me. "I've got a pretty good tutor." Beck moves my body out of the way before opening the door and peeking out into the hallway. "All right, it's clear. We're good to go."

We quickly leave the room, hurrying down the hall back toward the elevator. Unlike the ride up, the ride down is less fun. Neither of us putting our hands on one another, no excitement for what's going to happen next. We both keep glancing at one another before quickly turning away. The doors ring open and we step off, gazing at one another yet again.

"I'll uh, see you later?" Beck asks, gripping his backpack over his shoulder.

"Yeah, sounds good."

Beck takes off first, and I can't help but watch him leave. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I take it out, realizing I'm late for class.

Shit.

Chapter

Fourteen

BECK

"Earth to Beck!" Coach yells when I miss yet another throw my way. Fuck!

"Sorry, Coach," I mumble, jogging in toward the pitcher's mound.

Coach grabs his ball cap off his head, wiping his sweat, then running his hands through his hair. "This scrimmage in the next few weeks is going to be huge. We need everyone to show up and show out. I know the game doesn't count for official standings since the season hasn't started yet, but it'll be a great way to get the whole campus hyped for the home games if we can begin the year with a bang."

Coach has been lecturing us about the scrimmage for the past week, which has made each practice brutal as hell. I don't complain too often when it comes to baseball, but damn, am I always sore. But the soreness will be worth it once I'm playing on the field again. Coach gives us another speech which lasts way too long before telling us practice is over and to hit the showers or trainers' room for an ice bath.

"I don't think I've taken as many ice baths in my entire life as I have in the past month," Drax says as we're walking toward the locker room. Drax is a centaur and a newer student at Creelin U. Coach recruited him for the baseball team because of his wicked arm. I've never seen anyone be able to throw a ball as fast as he can. Plus, his having four legs doesn't hurt either. He can run around the outfield in no time at all, barely missing any balls that get hit out that way. He's a beast when it comes to playing the sport.