Read Online Off Campus by Amy Jo Cousins - Free Book Online Page B

mostly dressed, when he kicked his nightly visitors out of their room and wondered if his roommate ever got undressed at all—rustled loudly in the quiet room. Tom concentrated on keeping his breathing slow and even, and the movements of his hand under the sheet, sliding up and down his dick with barely enough pressure to tingle, not enough to bring him close to the edge.
    â€œSpread your legs.”
    His eyes flew open.
    The short sharp catch of a breath in a throat followed by the creaking springs as Reese climbed over the boy’s leg to kneel between his spread knees. Tom watched Reese press down on the boy’s hip with one hand and wrap the other around the base of his cock, which was standing up and begging for a touch as the kid wriggled and squirmed, panting.
    â€œYou touch my head and I’ll bite your dick off. Got it?”
    â€œJesus. Yes. God. I hope he doesn’t wake up.”
    Reese ignored him.
    â€œHold on to the rail if you need to.”
    The kid grabbed the rail above his head and held on for dear life. Reese curled over and opened his mouth, swallowing half the kid’s dick in one swift motion.
    â€œFuuuuck.”
    Tom had already been forgotten, if that loud groan was anything to go by. The boy arched up, trying to push more of his dick into Reese’s mouth, who shoved his stomach back flat against the mattress with one hand and pulled off with a sucking pop.
    â€œStay still. If you don’t move, I’ll suck your balls inside out through your dick. You’ll come so hard you can’t walk. But stay. Fucking. Still.”
    â€œOkay. Shit. I knew you were weird.”
    â€œShut up.”
    Reese cut off the rest of the kid’s bullshit by sucking his dick into his mouth again. And someone was paying attention, because the guy stayed still, skinny arm muscles and abdominals clenching against the pressure to move, move, just fucking move as Reese held true to his word and hollowed his cheeks while sinking deep over the kid’s cock. Tom could see the moment when the boy’s dick must have pushed into Reese’s throat because the muscles in his neck jumped as he gagged himself on it but didn’t pull back for a second. He curved the palm of his own hand around the tip of his dick and pushed against it, squeezing and imagining it, the hot wet press of Reese’s throat against him and felt his own spine arch as pleasure shot through him and out his mouth with a small, soft, “Ahh.”
    Reese’s bobbing motion faltered and his eyes stared hard across the room as he slowed his motions, pulling back with one long, slow suck, his tongue visible for a moment at the end, swiping a fast circle around the head of the kid’s dick. Reese kneeled up for a second and turned his head to look straight at Tom, his hand still moving up and down absently as he narrowed his eyes.
    Tom knew his eyes were barely open, the crack in them invisible in the dark room as he lay feigning sleep, his arm still, his hand beneath the sheet. If he held still, breathed evenly, Reese would never know for sure whether or not he’d been awake and watching them.
    He opened his eyes.
    Reese dropped his shoulders back, pushing his chest out, his hands moving sharply to brace themselves on the mattress behind his own hips. He looked ready to shove himself off the bed and to his feet in an instant. His gaze was locked on Tom.
    Tom held his breath. And didn’t blink.
    After what felt like an hour but couldn’t have been more than a minute, the spell between them was broken by the demanding whimper of an ignored boy with a rock hard penis. The kid whose legs were spread and arms were stretched over his head gave a short whine and a buck of his hips.
    Reese’s look veered from Tom back to the boy sprawled out in front of him and then back to Tom. He bit his lip. Leaned forward. Sat back on his heels again. Tom could hear his thoughts again, a dark swirl of lust