2. Ezran
Chapter two
Ezran
M an, that last game whooped my ass, but at least we beat those cocksuckers. I glide across the ice letting my thoughts play about the upcoming initiation as I head off the smooth surface. It's so fucking close I can almost taste it.
I know everyone will be out celebrating Valentine’s Day tonight, but I already have wicked plans for Z. When I first saw her sexy ass, I knew I’d make her mine. She isn’t like Kate, that cheating whore. All she wanted was my dick, but every time I fucked her, she cried I was too rough.
How can I be too rough when I’m trying to concentrate on busting a nut? It's like a piece of freshly ripped sandpaper that peels off layers of my skin. She claims she’s “so wet” but fuck, wet where?
When I saw Zovalee for the first time, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was wearing this black dress with a cropped red hoodie and matching red converse. I had just returned from our last winning game against the Mountain Gliders and she was on that fucking bridge, passed out in the rain.
I picked her ass up thinking she was dead, or at the very least, a new body to dissect. The moment I started to walk off, her eyes popped open and she punched me in the face, causing me to drop her ass. That was the moment I knew I needed to make her mine. Rules be damned.
Grabbing my gear, I head towards the locker room to shower and change before I go get into some tight pussy. Pushing through the double doors, walking past the rows of lockers, turning left down the last row, I stop at my locker. Taking off my gear, my phone beeps alerting me of a text.
Z: Hey E. I just got back to my room.
Me: You waiting on me, babe?
Z: Maybe…
I smile, knowing she loves to play games. Snapping a pic of my dick, I waste no time sending it to her.
Z: Damn, do I need you! Hurry over.
Me: See you soon.
Placing my cell in my locker, I grab my towel and head to the showers to get cleaned up.
Walking out of the arena, I see the twins, King and Phoenix. They both lift their heads and nod as I return the gesture before we all continue on our ways. Those creepy fuckers are so in sync with each other that it’s almost like there’s just one of them. They must be headed to go torture some new piece of ass.
Walking up the old bridge that leads to the sorority, my phone rings. Pulling it out of my pocket, I see it’s my father calling. I’m really not in the mood for this shit. Sliding the green button to the right, I answer.
“Ezran James.” His annoyed voice comes through the line.
“Hello to you too, father.”
“Don’t be a fucking smart ass. You won’t like the consequences.”
Him and this fucking cult remind us every chance they get. The marks that cover our backs are a sign of that. No one carries those marks more than Hayes, though. Our captain always takes the punishments for us. He will never admit it, but I can always tell during practice. I’d do anything for my brothers, even kill for them if they asked.
“Do you fucking hear me, boy?!” My father shouts, pulling my attention back to the call.
“Yes, sir. I heard you.” Fuck. What was he saying?
“Good. Then I’ll send everything over in an encrypted file. Get it done and you better not make any mistakes. Get the intel and find the fucking girl. Your life depends on it.”
Hanging up the phone, I stuff it back into my pocket and finish heading towards the sorority. Z is waiting on me. Just as I arrive at the door, my phone beeps again. Pulling it back out, I see it's a video text. Opening it, I see Z has already started without me.
I don’t even bother knocking as I open the main door, walking in and rushing up the spiral staircase that leads to my girl’s room. I finally reach her door and swing it open, causing it to hit the wall. Walking in, slamming the door behind me, I head over towards a naked Z lying there, pussy spread open before she dips two fingers into herself.
“I see you started without me, babe.” I smirk as I peel my shirt over my head.
Let the fun begin.
I stalk towards Zova, watching as she dips her fingers into her wet pussy.
“Show me, babe.” I say, licking my lips.
She pulls her fingers out, holding them up and showing me the shine on them. Leaning over her, I put her fingers in my mouth and lick them clean.
“Good girl.” I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine.
Reaching down between us, I find her throbbing clit and circle my thumb against it. She lets out a soft moan, letting me know she loves it. I slowly move down her, kissing as I go. Once I’m between her parted legs, I lean in, inhaling her sweet scent before running my tongue along her slit.
Damn, she tastes so fucking good.
Swiping my tongue a few more times, I lean back, undoing my pants and pulling my cock out. Covering her body with mine, I line up and snap my hips forward. After a few thrusts, I can feel my balls tighten and my cell starts ringing. I don’t answer, I just want to bust my nut. The ringing stops and starts again just as I paint her walls in my cum. Pulling out of her and reaching over, I pick it up and see that it’s my dad calling again, rolling my eyes before I answer.
“Yeah?” I respond in to the line as I feel Zova’s annoyed stare on me.
“Get your ass here now. And I do mean now or you will regret it.” The line goes dead.
Fuck! What could he want now?
“Sorry, babe. I got to go.” I say, climbing off the bed, picking up her shirt from the floor and cleaning myself off.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I lean down, kissing her before rushing out the door.