Chapter 5
Chapter Five
ZANDER
“Come on, Russ. Just for a little while,” I say into the phone, tucking it between my ear and shoulder as I pull on a pair of jeans. “Practice is late tomorrow. You can sleep in.”
His heavy sigh on the other end of the line reaches me and I know what he’ll say before it leaves his mouth. “Not tonight, man. I just wanna chill inside. Being around too many people will annoy me.”
“An hour, tops.”
“I would, but… I got a girl coming tonight.”
I chuckle. “Oh, so you wanna be around people, just not the ones you aren’t railing.”
“Eat a dick,” he says with a laugh. “You’re going to get pussy, so why are you bitching at me?”
That’s what he thinks. That’s what I want . This shit with Kerian can’t be real life. There’s no way the one person I shouldn’t want is having my feelings and desires all fucked up. I’ve liked women all my life. How could one kiss from Kerian have me questioning everything I’ve known? It’s not right .
Those text messages have been fucking with my head all day. It didn’t help that I’ve read over them so many times that I practically have them memorized. The shit he said is fucking infuriating, as well as hot. I should not find anything about what he said hot or attractive or anything remotely close to that. He’s a crass bastard who shouldn’t say shit like that to someone he loathes.
I beat myself up for keeping my phone glued to my hand, hoping Kerian would text me again. But after I threatened to show him a girl on my dick, he went quiet. It took all my willpower to tuck my phone away and do some homework. To keep myself distracted, I did two essays, one of which isn’t due for close to a week.
Distractions didn’t help. My dick was throbbing and all I could think about was how Kerian had me pushed against my door and clamped his hand around my dick. His touch was rough and commanding.
And fucking arousing.
God, what is wrong with me? Kerian touching me shouldn’t have had me in the shower, jerking my cock like mad, coming all over myself and the shower tile.
When I sagged against the wall after my monster orgasm, I knew I could only do one thing—go to a fucking club and find the first willing girl and sink into her wet pussy. I told Kerian I’m not into dudes and I meant it.
If I were, Kerian would be my last fucking resort.
So here I am, trying to convince my best friend to go out with me and getting turned down.
I sit on my bed and slide my feet into some socks and shoes. “I am, but it would be nice to have a wingman like you. Girls can’t resist those curls and stupid fucking freckles.”
Russ laughs deep. “Yeah, I know. Got more pussy than I can stand because of the freckles. Ask Chuck. He’s always down to go out.”
Charles ‘Chuck’ Winchester is our center and a manwhore to end all manwhores. If I asked him to tag along, he’d end up taking all the women I wanted just because he could. I might have a handsome face, but Chuck looks like a fucking Greek god. Add to that the long hair and dimpled chin and women throw themselves at him. I’d never find anyone to take home with him around.
“Hard pass.” I go to the bathroom and check myself in the mirror to make sure I look like I just rolled out of bed without giving off dirty incel vibes. My hair is artfully disheveled, pushed back from my face, though it flops over when I move a certain way. Girls will eat it up. “I’ll be good alone. I only plan to go down to Nirvana. I’ll be there for a few hours. If you’re up to it after you’re done fucking, come hang.”
“Don’t think I will. My roommate went home for the weekend, so I plan to have a marathon session. You get me?”
“I got you, freak.” I laugh and hang up, pocketing my phone.
Looks like I’ll be making a solo trip. It’s all good—won’t be the first time I’ve clubbed alone. It’ll be the first time I go when I feel this antsy and keyed up, though.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I hate how my heart knocks around in my chest and my dick chubs up.
A growl fills the air as I pull it out. Kerian shouldn’t have that much control over my body.
I’m not sure if I’m glad or disappointed that it’s not Kerian who messaged. It’s Luca.
Luca: I won’t be back tonight, so if you get locked out, you’ll be stranded.
Even though I’m feeling antsy, I laugh at Luca’s message. Lost my key once—or five times—and he’s never let me live it down.
Me: got my key. stop bein a nag
Luca: Lol. Love you too. See you Monday.
I slide my phone into my pocket, scoop up my keys, and head out. Nirvana is only about fifteen minutes away from campus. A lot of the girls from our school hang out there. It’s supposed to be a twenty-one and up club, but none of the bouncers give a shit if some of the underaged people have a drink. As long as they don’t get sloppy fucking drunk and blame the club for any trouble they get into, they’re good. The football vets took my freshman teammates there the day after our first practice and we all got shit-faced. I did the same when Russ made the team. It’s how we became friends—he hung out with me instead of the other freshman recruits and we had a good time laughing and getting numbers.
Nirvana is packed when I step inside. My shirt immediately clings to my skin from the heat as I walk across the dance floor over to the bar. A few girls grab me to get my attention, but I hold up a finger, wanting to get a drink or two in my system before I dance.
I order my drink and turn around to the dance floor, surveying the club and those around me. There are a bunch of barely dressed girls dancing, rubbing on their bodies provocatively as they writhe to the latest hip-hop song. They twist their hips and give me fuck-me eyes… and it does nothing. I feel nothing . Not even a twitch of my cock.
There’s no way Kerian was right.
As I check out the women of all colors, shapes, and sizes, I find them all attractive in one form or another, but my mind is firmly hooked on the man who kissed me and made me forget my own name.
Frustration bubbles in my gut. I slam my drink back then order two shots and take them quickly, the burn of the tequila settling in my belly. My neck prickles as if someone is standing right behind me. I twist around, expecting to see Russ or someone from my team standing near, but there’s no one.
Pulling out my phone, I grin mischievously as I snap a picture of myself and send it to Kerian. Sure, there aren’t any girls or anything around me, but I told him I was going to a club. He’ll expect a picture of some hot girl on her knees, gagging on my dick. He’ll see how not gay I am.
I mean, I wouldn’t be gay. Maybe bi? Kerian-sexual?
No! Fuck no! I don’t have any interest in Kerian. Fuck him. He’s going to get a picture of my dick alright, and there will be some juicy lips wrapped around it.
Kerian reads my message but he doesn’t respond. The dots don’t even pop up at the bottom of the screen as if he’s typing something out. Just read, and that’s it.
That fucker left me on read? After texting me his bullshit earlier?
I snarl and turn away from the bar, looking at the women more closely, trying to find the baddest woman in here that I can get on her knees for me tonight. There are many to choose from, but I need someone who will radiate sex.
My gaze snags on a brunette with large tits and a sultry expression beckoning me to her. She has on one of those strapless dresses that barely covers her ass and heels that make her legs look a mile long. If Kerian didn’t have my head all fucked up, she’d be just my type.
She licks her plump lips and beckons again, dragging her hand over her crotch and patting it. Yeah, she’ll do for tonight.
Wiping my hands down my pants, I saunter over, grinning when I get within arm’s reach of her.
The girl immediately turns her back to me, pushing her ass against my dick. The soft globes press against my groin, my cock fitting snugly between them.
She’s good, her movements measured to make any red-blooded man want to be inside her.
I feel nothing . My cock is as flaccid as it was before I stepped over to her.
Tipping her head back, she says, “I’m Lyla. Are you Zander?”
“Yeah. How did you know?”
“You play football. I’ve seen you on TV. Never thought I’d get the chance to get this close.” Lyla turns around in my arms, threading her hands around my neck. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages.”
A slow smile stretches across my face, even though I’m not feeling her like I should. I should be over the moon that someone this thick and sexy wants to fuck me, but there’s nothing.
But I owe Kerian a picture of a girl bouncing on my cock. Why not Lyla? She’s ready and willing if her fuck-me eyes are anything to go by.
Her hand drops to my dick, making me almost jump out of my skin. She hums appreciatively, making my chest puff out with pride. “Yeah, I’m going to have fun tonight.”
“Let me get another drink,” I say in her ear, “and I’ll be back for you.” I slap her on the ass, feeling the soft flesh under my palm. Still not a twitch from my dick, but that’ll change as soon as her mouth is around my cockhead or she’s riding my face.
“Don’t take too long.” Lyla’s tone is breathy and pleading.
I step away from her, smiling as a plan forms in my head. First, I’ll get Lyla to my dorm, have her suck me off, snap a picture, and send it. I’ll have to ask if she’s down for me to send a pic, but I’m sure she won’t mind. Ain’t like I’ll share it around. Just with Kerian.
After I send the pic, I’ll fuck her hard and deep, making her scream at the top of her lungs. Luca won’t be around, so I’ll be able to fuck her how I want. Anything to prove to Kerian I’m not into him. I’m not?—
A hard hand lands on my bicep and pulls me to a stop. I turn around to see who’s touching me and come face to face with Kerian. And he looks pissed.
My cock throbs hard, almost trying to burst out of my pants to get to him.
He steps closer to me, his hot breath ghosting across my face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”