wall, slamming the door shut before pressing his chest against mine. He licked his lips, leaving them glossy and wet and so distracting that my thoughts melted together. Desire raged through my veins. Five years of pent-up passion and want threatened to spill out and sweep me away.
"You remembered," he whispered.
"I remember everything," I gasped.
I wanted to devour him. My head bumped against the wall as he smashed his lips against mine. Our tongues curled together, sliding and tasting, fighting for dominance. He bit my lip and our teeth banged painfully. His fingers dug into my hips as he drove me hard against the wall thrusting his hips so his dick came in contact with mine. This was going to be over before we made it to his bedroom.
"Well, be still my beating heart," someone said. "You sneaky little shit, Tyce. You weren't lying. It really is the one and only Erik Fox. And here I thought you were just a fucking groupie."
Tyce groaned into my mouth then buried his face in my shoulder.
"Hi, Sam," Tyce said. "My nosy, fucking roommate. Sam, this is Erik. Erik, this is Sam."
"Er, hey, Sam," I said, peering over Tyce's shoulder so I could see who was speaking to me. A lanky guy with piercing green eyes and spiked dark hair stared back at me. He winked and disappeared into the kitchen. He returned carrying a glass of wine and a bag of Oreos.
"You are even more gorgeous up close and personal. Although your face is really fucked up," he said. His eyes drifted up and down my body and it made me feel stripped.
"Sam," Tyce sighed.
Sam laughed. "I'd be sighing too if I had him wrapped around me."
"Sam, please," Tyce pleaded. "Go away."
"Whatever, you're totally rude, Tyce. I'm trying to study and now I'm going to have to take a break and jack-off," he grumbled as he shifted his dick. "Or I could join you."
"Uh, no, I don't share well," Tyce said.
"Well," Sam huffed and headed back down the hall. "It's nice to see you're real, Erik Fox. I can't tell you the number of times he shouted your name in the middle of the night."
I raised an eyebrow and stifled a laugh as I watched two distinct red spots stain Tyce's cheeks. Tyce frowned at Sam and flipped him off. Sam returned the gesture before he slammed his bedroom door. Two seconds later, Tyce and I were wrapped around each other again. I gripped the back of Tyce's neck, keeping him in place as I tilted his head and dipped my tongue into his mouth. He rewarded me with a deep groan that vibrated into my chest.
"Bedroom?" I gasped out then froze. Maybe I was presuming something. I didn't want to push him further than he wanted to go.
"Sorry," I added quickly. "Too fast?"
"No, too fucking slow," Tyce said, shoving me through his bedroom door. He tugged at my jacket and I shrugged out of it, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Tyce pulled his t-shirt over his head and shimmied out of his shorts, standing in front of me in a pair of tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. The outline of his hard cock strained against the fabric where a small wet spot formed making me impossibly warm. The sensible voice in my head started asking question about slowing this all down, but when Tyce slid my sweats over my hips and kissed me, I was gone and that stupid little voice was nothing but a memory.
"Want you, need you," Tyce whimpered.
"Oh God, Tyce," I said. "It's always been you." Guilt filled my heart and I lowered my head. Tyce put a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding tightly until I could barely breathe.
"Always have, always will," he muttered against my mouth and the words slithered down my body, making goosebumps erupt on my skin. He said it again and this time the words gripped my cock so tightly I thought I was going to come before I got to touch him. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but the words stuck in my throat. All I could do was stare awkwardly at him.
He touched my cheek. "Show me,
"You remembered," he whispered.
"I remember everything," I gasped.
I wanted to devour him. My head bumped against the wall as he smashed his lips against mine. Our tongues curled together, sliding and tasting, fighting for dominance. He bit my lip and our teeth banged painfully. His fingers dug into my hips as he drove me hard against the wall thrusting his hips so his dick came in contact with mine. This was going to be over before we made it to his bedroom.
"Well, be still my beating heart," someone said. "You sneaky little shit, Tyce. You weren't lying. It really is the one and only Erik Fox. And here I thought you were just a fucking groupie."
Tyce groaned into my mouth then buried his face in my shoulder.
"Hi, Sam," Tyce said. "My nosy, fucking roommate. Sam, this is Erik. Erik, this is Sam."
"Er, hey, Sam," I said, peering over Tyce's shoulder so I could see who was speaking to me. A lanky guy with piercing green eyes and spiked dark hair stared back at me. He winked and disappeared into the kitchen. He returned carrying a glass of wine and a bag of Oreos.
"You are even more gorgeous up close and personal. Although your face is really fucked up," he said. His eyes drifted up and down my body and it made me feel stripped.
"Sam," Tyce sighed.
Sam laughed. "I'd be sighing too if I had him wrapped around me."
"Sam, please," Tyce pleaded. "Go away."
"Whatever, you're totally rude, Tyce. I'm trying to study and now I'm going to have to take a break and jack-off," he grumbled as he shifted his dick. "Or I could join you."
"Uh, no, I don't share well," Tyce said.
"Well," Sam huffed and headed back down the hall. "It's nice to see you're real, Erik Fox. I can't tell you the number of times he shouted your name in the middle of the night."
I raised an eyebrow and stifled a laugh as I watched two distinct red spots stain Tyce's cheeks. Tyce frowned at Sam and flipped him off. Sam returned the gesture before he slammed his bedroom door. Two seconds later, Tyce and I were wrapped around each other again. I gripped the back of Tyce's neck, keeping him in place as I tilted his head and dipped my tongue into his mouth. He rewarded me with a deep groan that vibrated into my chest.
"Bedroom?" I gasped out then froze. Maybe I was presuming something. I didn't want to push him further than he wanted to go.
"Sorry," I added quickly. "Too fast?"
"No, too fucking slow," Tyce said, shoving me through his bedroom door. He tugged at my jacket and I shrugged out of it, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Tyce pulled his t-shirt over his head and shimmied out of his shorts, standing in front of me in a pair of tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. The outline of his hard cock strained against the fabric where a small wet spot formed making me impossibly warm. The sensible voice in my head started asking question about slowing this all down, but when Tyce slid my sweats over my hips and kissed me, I was gone and that stupid little voice was nothing but a memory.
"Want you, need you," Tyce whimpered.
"Oh God, Tyce," I said. "It's always been you." Guilt filled my heart and I lowered my head. Tyce put a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding tightly until I could barely breathe.
"Always have, always will," he muttered against my mouth and the words slithered down my body, making goosebumps erupt on my skin. He said it again and this time the words gripped my cock so tightly I thought I was going to come before I got to touch him. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but the words stuck in my throat. All I could do was stare awkwardly at him.
He touched my cheek. "Show me,
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