"I want you to f**k me." I told him.
His hand froze in a tight squeeze around my shaft, making me groan at the intense pleasure. "What?" He whispered.
"I want you to f**k me." I told him, moving my head so I could meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust, and a trace of something else. I watched as his pupils dilated in the dim light of his bedroom, but he didn't move. "Matt?"
Matt finally acknowledged how long it had been. "Not tonight, Jay." He finally told me. He let go of my throbbing d**k, but didn't move too far away from my body.
"Why not?"
He sighed. "Because I like you. I really like you. And you don't really know that this what you want. It's a huge deal, and I would rather wait until we can make it a little more special than a quick f**k in my dorm room right after a f
