Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CARTER

I know I've been playing with fire all morning, but it's just been too much fun to get Brendon going. It's easy, too. Basically, all I have to do is wink at him or lick my lips, and his eyes fill with lust. The only time I haven't been pushing his buttons and flirting up a storm is while we are actually in class.

Once our lunch break finally comes around, I'm not surprised that Brendon practically drags me out of the school with the promise to give me what I deserve. I'm intrigued, turned on, and have a little bit of that excited nervousness that makes everything more heightened.

It doesn't take us long to get to our apartment, and the second the door is closed behind us, Brendon's lips are on mine. The kiss is rough and hard and so fucking hot. I can't help but moan as my man devours me. Taking what he wants and leaving me helpless to do anything but follow his lead.

My cock is impossibly hard in my pants, but when I make a move to unbutton them, Brendon growls, grabbing my hand and slamming it above my head against the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare do anything without my permission," he commands breathily. "You got to have your fun at school. Now it's my turn."

My breath catches in my lungs, and I nod, unable to respond but beyond turned on.

Bossy Brendon is hot as fuck. Everything inside of me is screaming to obey him.

He grabs my other hand and brings it above my head to hold them together before staring intensely into my eyes. "I know you've had fun being a tease today, but you need to be an angel now and stay exactly like this. If you move, I'll stop. Do you understand?" he checks, and I nod.

"Please, just touch me," I beg like the desperate, needy boy I am.

"It's torture wanting it so bad but being denied it at the same time, isn't it?" he questions, flipping me around, causing my palms to press against the wall.

His hands wrap around my waist and move to the button of my jeans, but they freeze there, refusing to release me just yet.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, wondering if the apology will get him to let my throbbing cock out and touch me already.

"I highly doubt that," he responds smugly.

At a snail's pace, he undoes my jeans, sliding the zipper down. His breath is heavy against my neck the entire time, leaving me a panting mess.

"I thought about edging you," he whispers as he slides my jeans and underwear down. "To give you a glimpse into the lustful hell you put me through all morning. Maybe I'll do that tonight, but I can't wait a fucking second longer to be buried balls deep inside of you. I need that needy hole to milk my cock."

Fuck. Is it possible to explode from dirty talk alone?

"Stay there, and I'll be right back," he instructs, and I nod, refusing to move.

It feels like forever he's gone, but it can't be more than a minute.

"Fuck, aren't you a sight," he notes when he gets back. "I'm really fucking glad I told Artie not to come home for lunch."

Shit. I completely forgot about our other roommate. I'm really glad Brendon didn't because this could have turned all sorts of awkward hella quick.

"How much prep do you need?" he asks, drizzling lube down my crack, causing a shiver to trail up my spine.

"Not much," I respond in a breathy voice.

"Fucking perfect," he responds, getting straight to work.

My cock leaks as Brendon's fingers spread open in my channel, getting me ready to take him. I'm desperate for him to touch me, but I know that won't be happening until he's balls deep inside me.

Slutty, needy moans slip past my lips as he fucks me with his fingers. I'm sure if anyone was walking past our door, they could hear me, but I can't bring myself to care.

"This is going to be fast and hard," Brendon tells me as he slowly pulls his fingers out.

"Just fuck me already," I plead, waiting for my man to slide his perfect cock into me.

"You don't get to make demands. You're going to take what I give you… when I choose to give it," he whispers as he pulls back my hips.

As promised, Brendon slams into me hard, causing me to cry out and my head to fall backward.

There's no barrier between us, which I fucking love. Ever since we got tested a week or so after getting together, we decided to ditch the condoms, and I don't ever want to go back. I love feeling his load drizzle out of me and knowing that I'm the only one he's ever been bare with.

Moans and grunts and the slapping sound of skin against skin fill the space around us as Brendon fucks me with everything he has. He doesn't relent until his body starts to shake, and he reaches around me to grip my dick.

"Come for me, baby," he commands through gritted teeth.

"Fuck!" I shout as I explode in his hand. My cum drips from his fist to the floor.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," Brendon cries out a moment later, his orgasm following directly behind mine.

His body stills behind me, and I know he's filling me with his load.

"I'm never going to get enough of you," he whispers in my ear, then kisses my neck.

We don't move for a moment, both of us enjoying the closeness.

"As much as I want to stay inside you forever, we need to get cleaned up and grab a quick bite to eat before we have to get back to class," Brendon murmurs, his lips moving against my neck.

He isn't wrong, but that doesn't stop me from hating it when he eventually pulls out.

At least we can be together again tonight. That thought should help me get through the day. Hopefully.