Never Have I Ever: Had a Bromance With a Teammate, page 14
part #3 of Never Have I Ever Series
I didn’t do this often. For me, rimming was intimate. Knowing Matt had never experienced this before set off some primal instincts I hadn’t realized I had. I loved that I was the only one who got to pleasure him like this.
Until he moves on to the next guy.
I shoved that ugly thought aside and focused on the moment, licking harder. Matt’s legs shook as he pushed back against me. Needy whimpers fell from his mouth.
“Jax, need to jerk.” He grunted and bent over more, completely opening himself up to me.
I reached between his legs and grasped his dick by the base. He was rock hard, his skin slick and slippery with precum.
“Fuck, yeah.” He panted, moving in time with my tongue as I lapped at him. “So fucking good.”
I stroked slowly, not wanting him to come yet. He shoved his hips back, and I stabbed my tongue inside him.
The bellow of pleasure he let out echoed in the bathroom. Thank fuck Eli already knew about us.
“More. Please more,” he begged, rocking his hips back so he was fucking himself on my tongue.
Goddamn, he was so hot like this. I’d always liked taking charge, but I’d never gotten this turned on just from pleasuring my partner. My cock throbbed, my balls already tight and high as heat pooled in my groin.
I wrapped my free hand around myself and stroked us off at the same pace. Matt was a blubbering, panting mess, rolling his hips, his dick pulsing as I worked him over.
“Holy fuck. Jax. I’m so close.” He scrabbled for purchase, his hands sliding over the wet tiles.
I sped up my strokes, making sure to time them with my tongue. As much as I wanted this to last, I was too close.
His entire body shook, and his legs trembled as I kept up my onslaught.
“Fuck!”
His ass clamped down on my tongue, and his cock throbbed in my hand.
That was enough to trigger my orgasm, and I came in a rush. Pleasure slammed into me like a brick wall.
I stroked us through it but pulled my face out of his ass so I could gulp in ragged breaths. My head spun, and my entire body pulsed.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Matt’s shaky voice brought me back to reality. He was leaning against the wall and breathing hard.
Carefully, I stood and wrapped my arms around his trembling body. He sagged against me, and I held him tight.
“You okay?” I whispered in his ear.
The water at my back cooled, and I knew from experience we had about twenty seconds before I’d be blasted with ice-cold water.
“Just a sec.” I let go of him and shut the water off. “Come here.” I pulled him back into my arms and hugged him. I’d noticed he liked to cuddle right after an orgasm, and truthfully, I liked it too.
He gripped my arms and laid his head against my shoulder.
“You definitely killed me,” he muttered. “Death by rimming. Here lies Matt Landry. Taken down by his bestie’s tongue.”
I snickered and kissed his wet hair. “I take it you’re a fan?”
“You could say that.” He chuckled. “Damn. My legs are still shaking.”
“I’ve got you. Just lean back until you’re steady.”
“What about you? I can blow you when my body stops shorting out.”
“I’m good. Came when you did.”
“Really? You liked it that much?”
“Oh yeah. Seeing you enjoy it, feeling it. I almost blacked out there for a second.”
“That’s really hot.” He shivered. “Pretty sure I did black out.”
“Cold?”
The steam had dissipated now that the water wasn’t running, and the chilled air prickled my skin.
“Little bit.”
“You good to stand?”
“Yeah.”
I carefully let go of him, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed one of the towels off the rack. I handed it to Matt, then got the other for myself and dried off.
He wrapped it around his hips.
“I think I’ve always been attracted to you. I just didn’t realize it.”
“You think so?” I went for casual. He’d been attracted to me this whole time?
“Yeah.” He stepped out of the tub. “I never really checked you out or anything, but I’ve always thought you were attractive. And I’d feel these… pulls for you. You’d smile or laugh, and I’d get these little flutters of something. Like happy little bubbles. Other times you’d move a certain way, or your quads would pop after a workout, and I’d feel something flaring up inside, like little zings of heat deep in me. I never considered it could be attraction, but I think it was.”
“Have you felt that for other guys?”
“Sort of? I’ve felt the flutters before, but those didn’t feel like happiness. More like curiosity. But I’ve never felt that heat for anyone. Just you.”
I swallowed hard and tried to keep my face neutral.
“This is such a mind fuck.” He rubbed his towel through his hair. “I feel like I should be freaking out. You just put your tongue in my asshole. That’s weird, but it was fucking amazing.” He sighed and tossed his towel over the shower curtain rod. “We should hurry. Dinner will be here soon.”
Feeling helpless, I watched as he opened the bathroom door and strode into the hallway, his naked body glistening with water.
How the fuck was I going to give this up?
15
MATT
Thud.
“Shit!” I jumped at the loud bang echoing in the room.
“Sorry.” Eli stood a few feet from where I was sprawled on the couch, balancing an armload of books. He tucked the stack under his chin, then slowly bent his knees. The position looked awkward as hell, and the stack shifted slightly, becoming even more precarious.
“I got it.” I hurried over to get the book that had fallen for him.
“Thanks.” He stood and smiled wryly.
I glanced at the cover of the book, then put it on top of the stack. “Doing a research project?”
“Not with these. I need to return them to the library.” He sighed. “Looks like I’ll be making two trips.”
“Need a drive?”
He blinked at me like a confused owl. “Really?”
“Sure. I’m just killing time. I don’t mind driving you if it’ll save you a trip.”
“Thanks.” He smiled, a big happy one that lit up his face. “I’ve got a list of books on reserve. It’ll only take a few minutes to check these back in and get new ones.”
“No worries.” I waved dismissively. “Let me grab my keys, and we can head out.”
A minute later I came thundering down the stairs, my keys and phone in hand. I tucked both into the jacket I’d thrown on and took half the stack from Eli’s arms.
“I really appreciate this,” he said as we headed out of the house.
“It’s no problem.” I balanced the books in one arm and locked the door. Using the key fob, I unlocked the car.
We climbed in, and I handed him the books.
“Can I ask you something?” I cranked the car and looked over my shoulder so I could back out of the driveway.
“Sure.”
“If I wanted to make a video for someone, what should I do to make it look good?”
“Like the technical aspects of filming? Or are you looking for pointers on how to pose and stuff like that.”
“Both.”
“If you’re not going to be holding the phone, put it on something stationary. Nothing ruins a video faster than a shaky screen. Lighting is big. Phones make things look darker, so you want the room to be bright, but make sure you’re not backlit. And straight on or looking slightly down is best for showing off your body and face. Low and angled up is good if you’re doing dick or ass shots.”
“Okay.” I focused on the road. “That’s not intimidating at all.”
“I’m no expert, but I have a feeling that… whoever you send it to will appreciate it no matter what the lighting looks like or which angles you use. Don’t stress about the technical stuff and just make sure you’re relaxed and try to have fun. It’s easy to fake it when whoever is watching it doesn’t know you. It’s not so easy when the person can read you.”
“True.” I bit my lip. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean, I’ve snapped pics of my dick before. Pretty sure every dude with a phone has done that. But I’ve never shown them to anyone. And I’ve never even considered making a video.”
“Sometimes stepping outside your comfort zone is scary. But you’ll never know if you like something until you try it.”
I snickered.
“What?”
“Jax said something like that to me. You’ll never know until you try. That’s what started me on this whole thing. I tried it, and I liked it. Liked it even more when he was involved.”
Eli clutched his books against his chest and looked out the window. “I’m glad you have that. A safe person to explore things with,” he said softly.
“Can I ask you another question?”
“Sure.” He didn’t turn to look at me.
“Do you have diabetes? It’s none of my business, but I was just wondering because of some stuff you’ve said, and…”
“Yeah. Type 1.” He sighed heavily. “I told Finn, but I should have told all of you. I’ve got a handle on it, but there’s always the chance that something could happen and I might need help.” Another deep sigh. “But I don’t really want to talk about that now.”
“That’s fine,” I said quickly.
We lapsed into silence. I felt like an asshole for asking, but it felt like an important thing to know, especially since we’d be in the house together for the rest of the break.
I turned into the student lot closest to the library and found a spot near the front. With the break in full swing, most of the campus was deserted.
Eli was subdued as we made our way inside. He went right to the desk and started chatting with one of the librarians. I leaned against the wall near the entrance and thought about what we’d talked about in the car.
Jax was my safe person. If I was going to step outside my comfort zone and explore things, he was the only choice.
I looked around my room, a flutter of nerves exploding deep in my stomach. The last time I’d tried to use the dildo Jax had ordered for me had been a lesson in humiliation. I hadn’t had the balls to try again, but I wanted to now. The thought of sharing this moment with Jax, letting him see me use it for the first time while he wasn’t here, was exciting. Did I have a performance kink? Or maybe I just liked the idea of performing for him?
Jax had told me he had a bit of a voyeur kink, and a video was the ultimate form of voyeurism, right?
I’d just spent the last twenty minutes testing different phone angles to see which would work best. I didn’t have a tripod or anything, and I felt a bit weird asking if I could borrow one from Eli, so leaning it against a stack of books on my desk was as good as it was going to get.
My entire bed was in the frame. I zoomed the camera in a bit. That should be good.
I’d turned the main light on, as well as my desk and bedside lamps. The harsh light did nothing to calm my nerves, but I pushed through them. I wanted to do this; I’d feel better once I started. Hopefully.
I set the timer for ten seconds, then sat on my bed. The camera began recording, and I drew in a deep breath. I’d gone back and forth on whether I should say something or just start. My mind was completely blank as I stared at the tiny phone screen. Guess I wasn’t going to be saying anything.
I’d already taken off my shirt, and I rubbed one hand over the leg of my jeans and lifted the other to gently stroke my chest. I’d noticed that Jax had a thing for both my hands and my pecs. The contact felt good, and as I dragged my fingers over the left one, my nipple pebbled.
Closing my eyes, I ran my hands over my chest and torso, pretending they were Jax’s hands. He always seemed to know exactly how to touch me, and his strong, firm grip never failed to drive me wild with desire.
We’d been hooking up for a few weeks now, and it was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I’d never been as horny as I was when he was close. My body buzzed with expectation every time his hot gaze roved over me, and every touch made me burn hotter for him.
I’d also discovered that I loved sucking dick. Feeling him press down my throat, hearing his dirty commands or low grunts as he used my face, got me hot. Even just jerking him while he kissed me like he never wanted to stop was enough to get me close. And Jax seemed to love it as much as I did. The looks he’d give me as he sucked my dick were so dark and primal, possessive, even. And the reverent way he touched me made me feel not only wanted but needed.
I’d never had this kind of hunger for anyone. We were insatiable. I fucking loved it.
Moaning softly, I rubbed one hand over my bulge and opened my eyes. The screen on my phone was too small to see any details, but that was probably for the best. This way I could check to make sure I was in the frame without getting distracted.
Awareness prickled at my skin as I stood and slowly undid my jeans. The nerves were still there, but there was something exhilarating about knowing I was being recorded. That Jax would be seeing this later, maybe jerking off while he watched.
My dick tented the front of my boxers comically, and I pushed them and my jeans down, letting them rest midthigh. With my erection free, I gripped it by the base and gave myself a few lazy strokes. The contact felt good, and I focused on that as I worked myself over.
I closed my eyes and thought about last night. Jax had pushed my knees up around my armpits, holding me open with his hands as he’d gone to town on my ass. The position had been weird at first, but my reservations had quickly melted away as he’d switched between blowing and rimming me, keeping me right on the edge until I’d come so hard I’d seen stars.
When he’d climbed onto my chest and fed me his dick, I’d still been in a post-orgasmic daze. Watching his big body flex as he held himself over me had gotten me half-hard again, and the possessive way he’d held my hair and whispered all sorts of filth about how hot I looked and how hard I was going to make him come had only prolonged my afterglow.
“Fuck.” I squeezed my dick and opened my eyes. A thin stream of precum dripped from my tip. I swiped it up with one finger, then slipped that finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.
Needing more, I turned so my back was to the camera. I did a quick over-the-shoulder check to make sure I was in the frame, then picked up the lube I’d set out.
I slicked up two fingers, held myself open with one hand, and traced my slippery fingers over my hole. Little zings of pleasure crackled under the surface of the sensitive spot, and I slowly pressed one finger inside.
I didn’t particularly like this part, but I pushed through the initial resistance until my finger slid halfway in.
Keeping my eyes closed, I pretended it was Jax’s finger prepping me. Only he wasn’t prepping me for more fingers. Nope, in my fantasy, he was prepping me for his cock.
My lower half relaxed, and I slipped a second finger inside. The stretch felt amazing, and now that I knew what to do, I angled my fingers so they dragged over my prostate. Shivers of need flickered through me as I finger fucked myself. I wasn’t being gentle or going slow as I worked myself open. I wanted it hard and deep. I wanted to feel it, to feel him.
I hit my spot in just the right way, and my cock throbbed. I pulled my fingers free. Time for the big guns.
I grabbed the dildo off my bed. I took my time lubing it up, then did one last check to make sure I was still in the frame.
Breathing out, I spread myself open and teased the tip of the dildo over my hole. The soft silicone felt amazing, and the last of my nerves disappeared. I hadn’t even touched my dick, and I was still rock hard.
I imagined Jax sitting at my desk, watching me in real time. He’d be staring at me with lust-drenched eyes. Maybe he’d have his dick out or would he settle for rubbing it through his pants?
I pushed the tip of the toy against my hole and bore down. The head breached me.
“Oh!” I gasped. Slowly, I kept working it inside, breathing deeply. When it was all the way in, I gave a little test thrust. The toy slid over my spot.
“Fuck.” I grunted.
Ready for more, I gently tugged the toy almost all the way out, then pushed it back in. The slick slide felt amazing, and I did it again. And again.
Moaning up a storm, I fucked myself with the dildo. Jesus, if a toy felt this good, then I could only imagine how incredible the real thing would be.
My cock leaked and pulsed as pleasure moved through me, pinging between my ass and my dick. It lit me up inside, and I gave in to the overwhelming need for more.
Bending over at the waist, I caught myself on the bed with my free hand. I couldn’t spread my legs any wider because of my jeans, and the sensation of being trapped did funny things to my insides. Maybe I wasn’t as vanilla as I’d thought.
Using the last of my brain power, I searched for the little button on the base of the toy and pushed it.
“Holy shit!” I bit my lip so hard I tasted metal, and another cry bubbled up in my chest.
The vibrations pulsed inside me, low and perfect, teasing my inner walls and my spot. Jesus fuck, Jax was right. It felt fan-fucking-tastic.
Greedily, I pushed the button to set it to the middle speed. My knees nearly buckled. Hot breaths sawed out of me as the vibrations hit my spot just right. My legs shook, and my inner walls clenched around the toy.
“Holy shit. Fuck. God damn. Jesus fuck,” I muttered, or maybe shouted. I was so far gone I had no idea if I was being loud or not, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was how good the toy felt and how much I wished it was Jax’s cock.
I fucked myself on the toy, babbling nonsensically. My entire body reacted and pulsed, pressure built deep in my balls, and my ass tingled in a way I’d never felt before. Holy shit. Was I about to come?
I twisted the toy and angled it down. A crack of pleasure, like lightning, shot through me, and I was done.
