Chapter 16

BENNY

Awareness tingles from my scalp to my toes as I follow Harrison up the staircase. My gut is in knots, and I'm trying really, really hard not to think about what he just said to me, but it's filling my brain anyway.

He might want to hook up again. It's the nightmare scenario Em gave me, only it's here and it's real, and I can't just pretend to think about it anymore. I have to make a choice.

My throat is all tight as I swallow and drag my gaze down his back, landing on his ass, which is just below eye level.

Make a choice.

That's hilarious.

Somehow, I've turned into a fucking simp for this guy, and I hate him for it.

Then, Harrison throws a well-timed smile back over his shoulder at me, and that knot in my gut loosens and tightens all over again.

Why, why the fuck does he have to be so sexy?

We reach the rooftop, and the cool night air is a welcome relief from how heated it was getting in that stairwell. I can make out the stars through the bright campus spotlights below, and even with the noise from the dorms past the math buildings, it's kinda peaceful here.

Harrison ignores the giant greenhouse in front of us and moves to the side of the building. I join him, standing side by side like that night at my party, and we watch the few people pass on the path below.

"You showed me your favorite place. I'm showing you mine."

It figures that his favorite place would involve plants, and somehow, it makes me love it even more.

Harrison is just Harrison.

It's getting uncomfortably mushy in my chest, so my dumbass frat side comes out instead.

"Is it because you can see straight down the chick's tops?"

Harrison shoves me and moves away. "You're a dick."

"You're the one who likes titties. If you were on the stairs above me and I could see up your shorts, I can't guarantee I wouldn't take a peek."

"Yeah, but I've got a good-looking cock, so I couldn't blame you."

"Aren't you supposed to let other people tell you that?"

"You already did, but if you want to tell me again …" He watches me expectantly.

I grin. "You want me to tell you that you've got a pretty dick?"

"Couldn't hurt."

I lick my lips, knowing that I'm shooting myself in the foot with what I want to say, but it comes out anyway. "To do that, I might need a refresher though."

Harrison's exhale is heavy, and one of his large hands comes up to cup my chin, thumb running the length of my bottom lip. "I had this whole plan to show you my plant babies, have a picnic, and then maybe get up the courage to kiss you again."

"Oh yeah?" The tension is seeping so deeply into me I feel like I'm going to snap. "What changed?"

"I really want to kiss you now instead."

Fuck. My heart is trying to pound its way out of my chest, and that stupid little voice in my head is warning me to step back, to say no, but I've never been all that into self-control and protecting myself, and every part of my body wants this. Aches for this. Has been dying for it to happen again but not trying to get my hopes up.

My hands curl in his shirt, and I pull him to me.

Our lips meet, and pure bliss courses through me. Freedom. So much fucking happiness. There's none of his initial hesitation. Just confidence. His kisses are sweet, light, and I indulge in this weird moment where we're both drinking each other in without giving over to the frenzied want I'm fighting back.

Harrison snaps first. His fist curls in my hair, and his mouth opens, tongue pressing into my mouth as he brings our hips together. I press against him, wanting to be closer, wanting to be naked and get a chance to enjoy every delicious inch his body has on offer.

His thick thigh presses between my legs as he backs me into the greenhouse wall, and I ride the friction it gives me, rubbing my cock against any part of him I can reach and loving the way his hard length is pressing against me too.

I'm average height, but Harrison is huge, and when his body blankets mine, it's consuming. I fucking love feeling overpowered like this, especially from the kind of guy who's pure sweetness and light the majority of the time.

Then, his large hand grabs my ass, hauling me tighter against him as he lets out a feral growl. Oh, yeah, I like this side of him.

Balances me out in the streets, matches my passion in the sheets.

I'm in so much fucking trouble.

I kiss him harder anyway.

His grunt is frustrated as he pulls back, but he's still so close our noses touch. "I've never been this addicted to kissing someone before. I can't get over it."

"It's not your fault I have a magic mouth."

A tiny smile. "Of course you do. But …"

"Yeah?"

"Makes me wonder what it might be like to … kiss you somewhere else."

My dick twitches. "Like …"

Harrison squeezes my ass instead. "Right here. I want to kiss you right here."

"You want to rim me?"

"Can I?"

"You'll never hear me say no to that." I hurry to undo the front of my pants. "You sure?"

"If you're ready for it, I am."

Thank the hookup gods for my very thorough shower before he kidnapped me.

I shove my pants down my thighs, and Harrison takes my waist and spins me so I face-plant into the greenhouse wall. It's mostly dark inside, spots of light hovering over some plants, but still enough that I'm confident no one is inside about to watch me come all over this motherfucker.

"Quick question," I throw back as I hear him drop to his knees. "Does coating the greenhouse in my cum count as defacing school property? Because it's definitely going to happen, and I just wanna know if I'll end up expelled after."

"Don't worry, there aren't any cameras up here."

"Should it worry me that you know that?"

He chuckles, spreading my ass cheeks. "If there were, I would have been caught a long time ago."

A sludgy feeling fills my chest. "You bring lots of people up here for sex, huh?"

"Do you want me to use my mouth to talk about my history or for this?" Then, he makes the irrefutable argument of running his tongue over my hole.

I pound the wall I'm leaning against with my fist. "You win. Keep going." Because when he starts eating my hole, there's no room for anything else to occupy my thoughts.

All I can concentrate on is him licking and sucking the sensitive skin, his tongue teasing my hole and making my cock leak.

"You're criminally good at that," I moan.

"Maybe me being straight for so long has its advantages …"

He can claim any sexuality he goddamn likes if it means I get to reap the benefits of it. I'm panting, it feels so good, especially when Harrison presses his tongue harder against my hole, testing the resistance as I relax and let him press inside.

He groans, and the sound races through me, making my head float. Someone could step out on this rooftop right now, and I wouldn't stop riding his face.

"More," I beg.

His tongue fucks in and out of me faster, deeper. I could have taken one hundred wagers on where the night was going, and I would have lost every one of them because there's no way I would have picked this. My forehead rests against my forearm as I reach my free hand for my cock. He's making me unravel way too fast for my liking, and I know I should tell him to stop, to give me a minute, but there's no way those words are coming out of my mouth. The only thing coming will be my dick.

I'm wet and sloppy and toeing the edge of my orgasm when Harrison stands up suddenly. He presses against me, and I get the incredible feeling of his heated cock smearing precum over my ass cheek.

"Someone was enjoying himself," I say, desperately wanting him to finish the job.

He hums into my ear. "I wanna fuck you so bad."

My knees almost give out, and I want to cry in frustration. "I don't have a condom."

"Fuck. Me neither." He ruts his cock over my ass. "God, you turn me on something fierce."

I grip my cock and swipe the gathering precum from my tip. Then, I reach back over my shoulder and slide my finger into his mouth. "Taste how close I was."

He sucks like his life depends on it, grinding harder against me. It gives me an idea.

"Spit on your dick."

"What?"

"Get it nice and wet, then slide it between my thighs."

Harrison pulls back, letting my finger slip out as he gives himself a few tugs.

"Hey, don't take away my fun, asshole."

He laughs, then I hear him spit before he repositions and slides his cock along my taint. He's long and thick, nudging my balls, and a shiver ripples along my spine as I clamp my thighs around him.

"Fuck, that's tight."

"Hockey thighs," I reply without thinking.

He grunts and pulls back before pushing in again. His hips meeting my ass almost have me face-planting against the glass again, so I brace myself with both hands on the wall.

One of Harrison's hands covers mine. He links our fingers together, and he grips my hand in a fist. It anchors me, and I love and hate the way I grip him back.

"Fuck, Benny, you feel so good," he says, panting into my ear. Each thrust is smearing precum between my legs, making it easier for him to move. I'm so fucking sensitive everywhere that when he slips his free hand under my shirt to brush my nipple, I have to grip my cock in a vise.

"Touch me," I beg.

His hand slips from my chest to wrap deliciously around my length. He strokes me to the rhythm he's pounding out against my ass, dick rubbing against my oversensitive balls. They're tight and full, wanting to release, but I'm fighting it.

My whole body feels like it's floating, unable to wrap my head around that this is happening, and Harrison's the one who instigated it again. Will it be the last time, or will he want more? Will I?

Fuck, I don't know, but my gut is swimming, and my chest feels full, and I need to come as desperately as I'm trying to stop it.

He straightens behind me, fucking my thighs faster, each thrust punctuated by a grunt, and my gaze catches his reflection in the glass. Hat backward, face angled down like he's watching as he fucks me. His arm muscle is working overtime to jerk me off, and his hand around mine is tight. So tight.

Zaps are building up deep inside of me, filling my cock and vibrating out to my limbs. I feel filthy and used and sweaty and high and like sex will never be this fucking hot ever again.

Almost as soon as I have that thought, I lose it. My dick throbs as the first rope of cum streaks across the glass, and Harrison keeps stroking me, milking my cock dry until he's got every drop.

"Motherfucker," he moans, but it's not until my orgasm rush is seeping out of me that I notice the sticky wetness over my balls and running down my inner thighs.

He's panting, forehead resting on the back of my neck while he catches his breath, and my eyes drift closed, letting the coolness of the air reach my senses again.

Harrison lets out a long, slow groan that morphs into a laugh. "Well, shit."

"Exactly my thoughts."

Instead of letting go of my hand, he pulls it back and presses a kiss to my palm.

My heart fucking stops.

He releases me and steps back, tugging his pants back up his thick legs. "I swear, when you're around, I just lose my damn mind. Anyone could have come up here."

"Two people did come up here."

"You're the fucking worst."

"Good." I'm glad that weird little moment is over. "You're learning."

Harrison reaches into the bag he brought with him and pulls out some napkins. He hands some to me to clean up and wipes down the wall himself.

I'm still sticky, and my pubes are going to give me hell later, but at least I'm mostly cum-free by the time I pull my pants back up.

"God, you had a lot of cum in you," he says, taking the napkins and tossing them back in the bag before pulling me to him by my hips. "Take it you had fun?"

"Obviously. But I still didn't get a good look at your dick."

He grins, bright and confident, as he looks down at me. "Next time."

"Next time?"

"Yes."

I'm caught off guard by how much I like that he's sure.

"M-maybe I can finally give you that blow job?"

"Maybe." He kisses me gently. "But for now, food. And I have some friends for you to meet."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Do these friends have stems and roots and are kinda green?"

"Damn, you know me so well."

"Yeah." I pause at that thought. "I really do."

Harrison takes my hand and grabs his bag, leading me into the greenhouse.

I hate holding hands.

I don't know why we're even doing it, but it doesn't occur to me once to let go.