Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

His gaze held mine, intense and focused, and a little uncomfortable at first. I mean, how often did people actually gaze deeply into one another’s eyes for an extended amount of time? But as we started moving across the rope, our steps synced, our bodies found a natural give and take, and the tension in my limbs loosened. Chet’s eyes were a deep, molten brown, but I’d never noticed how much variation of color actually comprised them. Slivers of gold, like delicate filigree, and softer milk-chocolate striations mixed in with darker hues, all ringed in mahogany. His pupils shrank when the sun broke through the leafy canopy overhead and hit the side of his face, then widened when the breeze scattered the light. Watching the ebb and flow was hypnotic. Chet’s fingers tightened around mine, and instead of worrying about the ground below, I found myself imagining him hovering over me, fingers twined just like this, pressing down on either side of my ears as he moved on top of me. Or maybe the other way. Maybe him beneath me, my cock sliding against his. Slick and hard and hot, his hands gripping tighter as I kissed lower and lower. His throat, his stomach, his⁠— “Farrow.” Chet’s voice was a sexy growl that tightened my balls. “Quit giving me the fuck-me eyes.” “I’m not.” Denial. And a weak one that wouldn’t hold up under even modest pressure. “What’s the picture in your head? Who’s on top?” His thumb went rogue, sweeping over the side of mine, the simple movement somehow as poten...