The Jock and the Wallflower (3 page)

“It means a lot to me, that you’re willing to wait, but I want this.”

“Decker….”

“I know it’s sudden and maybe it’s crazy, but I just know that this is right and I want to be with you.”

“I won’t hurt you. Ever. I’ll take my time and I swear, I’ll make this good for you.” He leaned down to capture my mouth in a heated kiss, and I instantly responded, placing a hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Gonna show you what you mean to me.” I shivered at the promise as Avery again turned his attention to my neck; he nipped and licked and bit into the skin at my collarbone, which sent electric-like jolts directly to my dick, and I cried out, because it felt incredible. His body pressed down against mine, effectively holding me captive. I was happily engulfed by blazing skin and hard muscles, and I repeatedly arched against Avery, rubbing our cocks together as best I could with layers of denim between us. I whimpered helplessly. I hadn’t known it was possible to want so much, to feel completely driven by need. It was wonderful and it was heady and I never wanted it to end; I wanted everything Avery could give me, and I dug my fingers deep into his back, using my aching body to beg for more.
And more
. I couldn’t fathom a rational thought, I couldn’t conjure words, all I could do was make gluttonous little noises as Avery began kissing and biting a sensual path down the length of my chest. He wrapped his lips around first one nipple and then the other, sucking hard at the aching nubs before tugging with his teeth and when he did, I bucked up off the bed. Avery laughed gently against my skin, and I loved the vibrations that created. I shivered once more. I was trembling inside; I was in utter bliss. Avery’s mouth played my body like an instrument only he knew how to manipulate, and I wrapped my legs around him tightly, anchoring myself to that delectable body and the strength it possessed.

“Taste so good, baby.” Avery breathed against my skin. “So good. Could spend all night just tasting you.” He nipped teasingly at my belly button as his hands moved between us, and I shuddered as he unfastened and then carefully unzipped my jeans. I felt as if I were teetering on some precarious edge. Everything was hypersensitive, but I realized that I loved how wanton and eager I felt; for the first time in my life, I wasn’t hiding behind self-constructed walls, because I knew, with Avery, I was safe and always would be.
Always
. Avery would see to it. I was where I was meant to be, and I was meant to be with Avery; there wasn’t a single doubt resounding in my mind, and I suspected my feelings were evident in my eyes as I forced them open to watch as Avery stood long enough to tug my jeans and boxers down my hips and legs.

He had to pull off my shoes before he could completely remove my pants, and I happily watched each move Avery made; he was so damn sexy, the way his muscles moved gracefully kept me totally transfixed. “You’re beautiful.” I didn’t feel any shame saying the words because they were honest and Avery smiled, emotions shimmering brightly in his beautiful blue eyes; in those eyes, I could clearly see everything Avery felt in that moment, and it thrilled me to know his emotions matched mine.
This was indeed real
. Avery wanted me. It no longer felt like a hazy dream; it felt like reality, because that was what it was—Avery Beckett had found something in me no one else had ever seen (me included), and that knowledge thrilled me. It made me believe I was more than some nerdy loser; it made me believe I was special and wanted, and I basked in the confidence that generated as Avery stood for a moment, looking down at me, stretched out on his bed and more aroused than I had ever been. It was erotic. Exciting. I knew that compared to my soon-to-be-lover, I wasn’t some masculine work of art, but the way Avery looked at me, the way his eyes devoured me with undeniable hunger, assured me Avery liked what he saw. He didn’t believe me too thin, too pale, too inadequate… whatever I was, in Avery’s eyes, it was more than enough. I smiled at him as he took a quick moment to strip himself, leaving me to eagerly drink in what was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed.
Christ!
He was perfect. I was dumbfounded, mesmerized; he was all enchantingly sculpted muscle—I could look at him, forever and it wouldn’t be nearly long enough, a thought that bounced around my mind as my ravenous eyes finally settled on his erection. Damn, but I gasped, seeing his impressive (and gods help me, enormous) shaft nestled in a patch of curls only slightly darker than his hands-mussed hair.

Dazed, I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Avery….” I wasn’t certain what I wanted to say, but Avery smiled and crawled back onto the bed to lie down beside me, one arm draping over my waist.

“We’ll take our time,” he promised, and I nodded. “If anything doesn’t feel right, or if you need time, just tell me and we’ll slow down, baby.” His lips claimed mine again, and I opened to him as we turned, facing one another, side by side. We seemingly fit together perfectly. I was molded tightly against him, and his hands were somehow everywhere. And I was again lost. I had no ability to form rational thoughts… I could only whimper and gasp in reaction to Avery’s lips on my neck and shoulders, and then he pushed me onto my back, and I went willingly, tangling my trembling hands in his hair.

Avery’s lips again teased my nipples, and I arched my back, using the hands in Avery’s hair to try and keep him firmly anchored to me. “Please… please, Avery….” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for, I just knew I wanted more; it felt like I was burning from the inside out. I was consumed by my need for this man and what only he could give me. His lips moved lower and lower, while one hand moved away from me long enough to fumble with the drawer attached to his small nightstand.

Tugging too hard, Avery nearly tipped the nightstand over and most of its contents spilled freely to the floor.

Cursing, he leaned over the side of the bed, retrieving a tube of lube and a box of condoms, and I laughed.

“I can’t imagine how completely inept my seduction attempt must seem.” Avery rolled his eyes at himself.

“It’s kinda nice to know you might be as nervous and excited as I am,” I confessed as he pulled himself back onto the bed, lube and condoms in hand.

He dropped the items beside him and leaned close to kiss me hard and quick. “Believe me, baby, I’m nervous, and I’m so damn excited I feel like some clueless teenager.” He lifted his hand to caress my cheek tenderly. “This is new for me, Decker. I like you. This is so much more than sex or some casual hookup, and I’m terrified I’m going to send you running from me.” He sounded surprisingly vulnerable, which seemed so out of character for my image of him, but the honesty just made me fall for him even more.

I covered his hand with mine. “I’m not running from you. Not a chance. I never believed I could be here, with you, and now… you have no idea how very much I want you, Avery.” The admission came easily, much to my delight, and Avery grinned before sweeping in for another heated kiss, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders. He pushed me down on the mattress, and I savored how wonderful it felt, his body pressing into mine; he was heavy, but it was a weight that I gladly accepted as Avery gently nudged my legs apart, and I didn’t hesitate to allow him the freedom to do so.

The hand that wrapped around me was gentle, teasing, but it was a touch that was beyond exquisite. “Avery….” My body bucked upward, and Avery chuckled before kissing along my neck as his hand began stroking me slowly, languidly. It was obvious he was enjoying the teasing pace, and I wrapped a leg snuggly around his hips, rubbing wantonly against him. I didn’t care if I appeared out of control, because hell, I was indeed out of control; my skin was blazing, my heart pounding wildly. I wanted to cry out Avery’s name, but I was too breathless as he worked his mouth down my chest. He placed heated, open-mouthed kisses. He licked, nibbled, his tongue teased sensitive places with sensual intent and then, that hot little tongue impishly licked the underside of my cock and stars exploded behind my eyes.
Holy shit!
I may have said that out loud, as I heard Avery laugh in the instant before the most glorious heat engulfed my shaft. Avery seemed to swallow me effortlessly, until the head of my cock brushed the back of his throat and with focused energy he used his mouth, tongue, and lips to pull me closer and closer to some magical abyss.

I was gasping, hips flexing, my hands tangled in the sheets…. I was lost on a sea of pure pleasure that became even more wildly intense when Avery brushed lube-covered fingers over my tight opening. “Oh God….” I shivered and braced myself for the first invasion as ever-so-slowly, Avery eased a single finger inside my body and there was a brief, burning sensation as the muscles adjusted to the newness of what was happening. I drew in a shuddering breath; I felt Avery begin to carefully, gradually move the finger inside of me and the discomfort was quick to fade and a wondrous sensation took its place.

My back arched again, and Avery’s mouth left my cock to first teasingly lap at my balls before sucking them into his mouth.

Humming, sending enthralling vibrations from my balls up my spine, Avery gently added a second finger to the first and this time, the muscles gave more easily. “Feels so good….” I half-whimpered the words. I wanted Avery to know how wonderful it felt—
how right.
I was under his spell completely; my body literally throbbed. I wasn’t certain how much longer the pressure building inside me could successfully be suppressed by sheer will. “Avery….” His name was ripped from me when he again easily swallowed my cock, just as a third finger entered me. In the most perfect sync, the fingers inside me moved and curled, hitting the sensitive patch Avery so skillfully sought while his mouth and tongue worked together to propel me over the edge into a soul-shattering release.

I didn’t just cry out, I screamed as the pleasure rolled over me again and again, and I spilled myself into Avery’s mouth.

Still, Avery stayed with me, his fingers still flexing, curling, flexing, until I whimpered again and carefully, he withdrew those talented fingers and with casual ease kissed his way up my body an exploring inch at a time. “So beautiful, baby.” Avery whispered the words against my chest between kisses and once more, my hand tangled in his damp hair. “Loved doing that for you… loved seeing you come apart like that….” His mouth was finally on mine again, and I kissed him fiercely. I could taste myself; it was heady, delicious, and I greedily devoured Avery’s mouth.

Never breaking the kiss, he parted my legs again and pushed my knees up, and I didn’t feel hesitation or fear.

Gasping, Avery pulled back from the kiss, and I felt dazed, so many emotions and needs warred inside me.

“Just relax for me, baby,” Avery interjected, easily lifting my legs to drape them over his shoulders, and I blushed at the exposed position. “I promise, I’ll make this good for you.” Those remarkable eyes held mine, and I wanted to tell him he had already made this beyond good—it was wonderful, perfect, better than I could have imagined, but the words failed me as Avery quickly snatched a condom, ripped open the pack, and slipped it over his shaft. I was mesmerized watching—damn, but the sight was amazingly erotic.
He was so beautiful
. I wanted to tell him that again, but I couldn’t form words when slowly, cautiously, Avery began pushing himself inside of me and again, after a brief burning sensation, my body accepted him, an inch at a time. He filled me, consumed me; the entire time, our eyes held, and I realized again that this connection we had went beyond the merely physical.
I was home
. The thought made tears sting my eyes, but I blinked them away—crying wasn’t what I wanted now, with Avery completely inside of me. I could feel every blessed inch buried in my ass, and the feeling couldn’t be described with words, because it was indescribable.

For an endless moment, Avery held perfectly still and then, carefully, he moved once, twice, and that was all it took to spark the fire; my cock was again painfully hard, and Avery’s hand wrapped around me once more. “Let go and enjoy this, baby.” Avery stroked me with one hand as the other held tightly to my hip and together, almost effortlessly, we found a rhythm, steady, strong, a perfect cadence. I reached up and wrapped a hand around his arm. I needed to touch him as much as possible. I wanted the moment to last forever, but I knew it wouldn’t, it couldn’t, not with the heat generating between us as Avery began to move faster and faster. His hips snapped forward again and again, and I arched my back as I thrust up to meet him, to accept him and the rightness of what we had found together.

“Avery….” I cried his name as hot come shot over my chest and stomach and less than a second later, Avery’s orgasm followed mine. His fingers gripped my hip so tightly I knew I’d have bruises come morning, but I didn’t care. “Avery….” His name escaped me again as Avery’s weight collapsed heavily against me, his delectable skin damp with sweat, scorching hot; he was breathing erratically, but so was I as I lifted a hand and stroked it up and down his back while he buried his face snugly against my neck. I turned my head and kissed his hair. I could hear the beat of music echoing from downstairs, and it surprised me—I had honestly forgotten there was a party taking place below us. It seemed nothing else in the world mattered beyond what Avery and I had found.
Together
. I smiled lazily, and Avery finally lifted his head to look at me, and I knew the dazed and oh-so-very-satisfied light in his eyes was reflected in mine as well. Avery smiled with such natural ease, it nearly stole the breath I had just managed to regain.

My hand moved to his hair, which was damp as well, and he made a sound that was suspiciously close to a pleased purr. “You’re sort of amazing, Mr. Beckett.” He was so much more than merely amazing, but the way Avery grinned told me he was fairly delighted with the compliment, and I smiled.
I couldn’t help it
. I wanted to smile. Avery made me want to smile and laugh and make love with him again and again. It was impossible to believe I hadn’t wanted to attend Kappa Psi Delta fraternity’s Back to School Bash, but now I thanked God that I had, because it had changed my life.