Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
ZANDER
The urge to scoff and go against Kerian’s demands is strong, but then he flexes his fingers inside me again and the words die on my tongue. I’ve never felt anything like this. This… undeniable pleasure, the overwhelming knowledge that I’m being played with, but I don’t care. I don’t know how Kerian knows my body like this, but I can’t get enough.
I might have tried to protest that I’m not into dudes, that he can’t do this to me, that I don’t want it, but all of it is a lie. I’m not sure if I’m gay, but I’m something if I’m letting Kerian touch me like this and loving it.
What does this mean? Is it all dudes or is it just Kerian?
I think it’s just Slade. No one has ever given me this out-of-control feeling before, giving me so much pleasure I can’t think straight.
Another flex of his finger and I cry out, my toes curling as ecstasy crawls over my skin. Fuck me, he’s so good at this. So fucking in control that it would piss me off if he wasn’t making pleasure flow through me.
Then he stops, a smug grin on his face. “You want to come? Beg me, Dimples. Let me hear you say please.”
“Fuck you, Kerian,” I mutter, even though my words don’t contain their usual bite.
“I can,” he says, moving closer to me so he can lick a path up my neck. Goosebumps break out over my body as I moan. “I can make you feel so good.” His fingers move again, but slower, drawing out the pleasure. “All you have to do is say please, and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. You’ll come so hard, you’ll forget your name.”
“Fuck, Kerian,” I say again, holding on to his wrist with one hand. I want him to stop, want to not feel like this at his hands, but fuck, he’s too fucking tempting. He pulls every whimper and moan from me like he has the right.
I’m powerless to stop him.
He hums in that sexy, deep rumble of his that has me throwing my head back while I thrust my hips into his fingers. “I can have you splayed out for me, my cock pegging your prostate. You want that, don’t you, Dimples? You want me inside you, making you fly? You want me to give you something no one else has? Who else has made you feel like this? This good?”
God, I wish I could tell him that this is nothing. That sex is just sex, that I’ve felt pleasure like this before. But that would be a lie. Right now, I feel like he can see straight through me. What’s happening now is something I’ve never experienced and I don’t think I’ll be able to experience with anyone else.
It’s more than just what he’s doing to me, it’s who it is. I could continue to tell myself that I’m not into Kerian, that I’m confused and he’s making it worse, but the entire drive here I had time to think on what I want. And I want him. I wouldn’t have followed him up to his apartment and showered like he told me to if I was confused. My shitty plea that I’m not into dudes was a last-ditch effort that Kerian saw right through. I’m not sure what I am, but I know I want him.
Fuck it, I’m going to take what I want… or let him give me what I need.
“Yes,” I whisper, peeling my eyes open so I can gaze up at him. “Please, Kerian.”
A triumphant smile stretches his face. He didn’t have to wait long to make me beg. If I didn’t want this so bad, I would roll my eyes and push him away, but I can’t.
“Good boy,” he murmurs before kissing me deep, his tongue delving into my mouth as he works his fingers inside me.
I moan into the kiss, working my hips. I’m so close to coming. I’ve never done ass play, but if this is what I was missing out on…
Kerian’s fingers disappear from my hole, causing me to whimper. He laughs against my mouth, shaking his head. “Can’t have you coming so fast, Dimples. Once my dick is inside you, you can come as many times as you want.”
Even though I growl in frustration, it dies on my tongue when he pushes off me and shoves his pants down his hips. Holy fuck, Kerian is hot. He’s hard everywhere—his pecs, his washboard abs, his quads and calves… his dick. It’s sticking straight out from his body, pointing at me ominously.
I’ve seen his cock before, when I was blowing him in Nirvana. But I didn’t really look at it while it was bobbing in my face. Now I can see all of him. He’s long and thick, an angry vein prominent at the top of his shaft.
When Kerian palms himself and strokes once, twice. My mouth waters, wanting him to face fuck me again.
I’m not sure how he can read my thoughts, but he shakes his head as he continues to stroke himself. “No blow jobs, Braithe. I want to sink into that tight, virgin hole of yours.”
“How do you know I’m a virgin?” I ask, though how could he not? That shit radiates off me in waves. He knows he’s the only guy I’ve been with.
He shoots me a droll look, but doesn’t answer. He just climbs back onto the bed, watching me with half-lidded eyes. “Lie back. Let me get you ready.”
Drawing in a trembling breath, I do what he says. Kerian spreads my legs and I press my soles flat on the surface of the bed.
“Kerian…” I whisper, though I don’t know what I’ll say.
“Don’t worry, Dimples. You’re in good hands.”
His smug tone has me raising an eyebrow at him. “Are you always this cocky?”
“I know what I’m capable of. Before I’m finished, you will too.”
He reaches for the lube and coats his fingers. I release a shuddering breath, watching his face as he teases my entrance. Kerian bites his bottom lip, arousal flashing through his eyes as he peers down at my most secret place.
Slowly, he inches two fingers back into me, humming when I moan and toss my head back. “You’re tight. Gonna strangle my cock, aren’t you?”
While he spreads his fingers to stretch my hole, he bumps against my prostate, getting me close.
“I’m going to come,” I say, pushing up to his fingers.
Like the asshole he is, Kerian stops thrusting into me, holding his digits still. I whine, wanting more.
Kerian leans forward, drawing one of my nipples into his mouth. “Not yet,” he whispers against the hard bud. “Not until I’m in you.” He switches to my other nipple, circling his tongue over it before he takes it between his teeth. The bite of pain sends a shiver down my spine that settles in my cock. I never thought I’d be into pain, but he’s bringing out parts of me I didn’t know existed.
As he stretches me open, Kerian licks and nips at me, leaving behind marks I have no hope of covering. I’m sure there will be a lot of questions in the locker room, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Kerian lowers himself, licking a trail down my abs. My cock twitches, leaking precum as I groan, rolling my hips down on his fingers while trying to get my dick into Kerian’s mouth at the same time.
He chuckles, looking up at me with a burning gaze. “Want me to suck you off?”
I nod quickly, unable to hold still. “Yes.”
“Magic word?” he says in a singsong voice. Before I can answer, he curls his fingers. My back bows off the bed as he pushes against that bundle of nerves over and over and over again. “I need the word, Braithe.”
“Please,” I moan, begging for his mouth on me, begging for his fingers inside me harder, and begging to come. God, I just want to come. Him keeping me from tumbling over that cliff is as arousing as it is frustrating.
Kerian nips at my inner thighs again, sucking his mark harder into me. “Love when you beg,” he says before he engulfs the head of my dick into his hot mouth.
A strangled groan leaves my throat as I thrust up into him, pleasure licking down my spine, setting my nerve endings on fire.
He bobs his head up and down slowly, hollowing his cheeks as he takes me as deep as he can. I’m so distracted by his expert mouth that I don’t notice he added another finger until I tell him I’m going to come and he pops off my cock again. I growl at the unfairness. I want to come, dammit!
“Almost ready for me,” he whispers before blowing on my wet shaft and grinning when it jerks. “God, you’re so responsive.” His blue eyes flash up to me, almost boring into my soul. “No one else gets this. Just me. Understand?”
I’m nodding before I give my head the command to move. Who else would make me feel like this? Who else could read my body better than he could? Who else has that fucking cockiness that they can back up?
Just Kerian.
He works me open for another few minutes, taking me to the edge before pulling back. My head is a fucking mess and I’m practically sobbing when he pulls back one last time and removes his fingers.
When I whimper, he grins down at me, his eyes flashing. “Don’t worry, Dimples. I’ll be making you come soon.” He scoops up the supplies, sheathing himself then slicking on some lube.
I watch with wide eyes as he gets himself ready. Will he fit? He’s so big, so thick. So fucking hard. Nerves dance in my belly as I spread my legs wider for him.
His gaze flicks up to mine, the smugness surprisingly absent when he reads my expression. “I won’t hurt you, Braithe.”
“You’ll go slow, right?”
A brief flash of something crosses over Kerian’s face. Before I can identify it, he smooths his expression and nods. “Yeah, Dimples, I’ll go slow.”
“You’ll be gentle?” I hate how small my voice sounds, but looking at Kerian’s cock, the thick shaft and fat mushroom head, I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it if he’s as rough as I imagine he’ll be.
He blankets me with his body, his hard cock bumping against my hole. I swallow roughly and meet his gaze. Kerian drags soft fingers over my lids, and they roll closed, breaking eye contact. “I promise.”
I hold on to that, keeping his vow close to me as I open my eyes and give him a jerky nod. “Okay. I’m ready.”
“When I push in, bear down and keep breathing.”
I dip my chin, forcing myself to breathe as evenly as I can when he places his sheathed cockhead to my entrance.
To my surprise, Kerian bends and gives me a slow, earth-shattering kiss that makes my toes curl. My head spins at the tenderness, something he hasn’t shown me since we started doing… whatever this is.
Just like the first time he kissed me—and every instance since then—my head swims and I can’t think straight. All I can taste, touch, and smell is Kerian. I could get used to?—
“Fuucccccckkkkk,” I draw out when he pushes against my rim. The burn is unimaginable. Just as I thought, he can’t fit. It’s too much, his dick too big to go inside me.
“Remember what I said,” he whispers in a tight voice, holding my waist in a firm grip. “Bear down and breathe for me.”
Fuck, the pain. How can… people like this? I can’t imagine how?—
“Look at me.” My eyes pop open, wet with unshed tears. “I need you to trust me. Do what I said—bear down for me and breathe. Once I’m past the first few inches, I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
My body is begging for him to stop, for him to get out of me so the pain can stop. But that little part of me that’s buried deep down wants this. I want Kerian inside me, making me come from his cock and his cock alone.
“Okay,” I rasp, moving my hands to his shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Kerian searches my face, a dip between his eyebrows. “When I push in…”
“Bear down and breathe.” I finish the sentence.
Even now, when his cock feels like it’ll split me open, there’s just a sliver of something that feels… good.
When I nod again, Kerian thumbs over my bottom lip, and I force myself to breathe normally.
Instead of sliding into me like I expect him to, Kerian rocks his hips, inching into me slowly. The stretch and burn is almost overwhelming, but the pleasure mounts. It’s the perfect blend of pain and pleasure.
Inch by inch, he slides in deeper. We both groan when he gets past the ring of muscle in me that’s holding him back, then the slide is smooth from there.
When Kerian’s thighs meet my ass, I whimper at the indescribable feeling of fullness. I didn’t think it would feel like this. I’m consumed by him. Everything is Kerian.
I meet his heavy-lidded blue eyes, the desire and lust brimming in their depths making something flutter in my chest.
“Good?” he asks, voice strained, muscles bunching as he hovers above me.
“Good.” On impulse, I lift my hips a fraction of an inch and gasp when he brushes over that special spot inside me.
Kerian groans, closing his eyes. His jaw ticks before he opens them to look at me. “Fuck, you’re trouble.” He pulls his hips back halfway, then glides smoothly back into me.
I curse and moan low in my throat. My dick is hard as a rock, leaking precum on my belly.
Over and over, Kerian rolls his hips into me, slowly and methodically, watching me as I come undone on his cock.
I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles over his ass, feeling the muscles bunch and contract as he moves in me.
“Fuck. You feel… too good for fucking words.” Kerian’s hard hand holds me in place, speeding up his thrusts.
A groan leaves my lips as I tip my chin up, begging for a kiss. He lowers his head, crashing our lips together. I moan as his tongue delves into my mouth, tasting him with abandon.
He changes the angle of his hips subtly, and his cockhead glides over my prostate so deliciously that my orgasm shoots to the tip of my dick without warning.
An errant moan tears from my throat into Kerian’s mouth as my cock explodes, finally getting the orgasm he’s been promising me since the start of our date. My body shudders as my balls empty themselves. Even if I tried, I can’t stop my cock kicking off, spilling my seed over both of us.
Kerian grunts in my mouth, sucking on my tongue as he lowers himself more to rub his abs across my dick, stroking me through my orgasm that way. It’s so fucking hot that I can’t stop coming. Spurt after spurt of my release leaves me, dipping into the valley of my abs and trailing down my sides. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard or that much in my life.
Snatching his mouth from mine, Kerian raises up on his palms, looking down at my messy belly. “Fuck, Dimples. So fucking hot, coming on my dick hands free.” He bites his lower lip, his eyes locked on the cum coating me. “You’re a mess and it’s because of me.”
“Yes,” I moan, still flying high on my orgasm. Sensitivity prickles at me, but I push it away, loving how close I feel to Kerian. It’s crazy, fucking irrational, that I feel so connected to him, but I do. He’s the first person to tap into this part of me, making me come apart from a simple kiss, a simple touch, a simple fuck.
Is it simple, though? Everything Kerian has done to me, from the smallest graze of his fingers to his punishing thrusts, has meant something to me. I didn’t want to admit it, but there’s no fighting or denying it anymore. There’s something about him I can’t resist.
He’d probably track me down if I tried to run from him anyway.
His face twists into a mask of pleasure-pain, his lip curled from his teeth. “I’m going to breed your ass, Braithe. Going to come inside you. Fuck, I can’t wait to paint the walls of your pretty hole.” He leans down to me and kisses me hard, his body trembling as he locks his hands in my hair, pulling at the strands until I cry out. “You’re mine,” he growls, then stills over me. I feel his cock throbbing in my hole and I moan again.
While we’re coming down from our high, Kerian takes my mouth in a slow kiss, thrusting into me shallowly. It’s my first time—and we just finished—but I already can’t wait to do it again.
Kerian looks down at me, a guarded look on his face. “You good, Dimples?”
God, good isn’t even the word. I feel fucking phenomenal. And a lot less confused. Whatever wall I had up when it came to Kerian is fucking smashed to the ground. Fucking obliterated . A new feeling tingles in my chest, like we just shared a secret, drawing us closer together. I’m not sure what it means, but I know I have to stop denying what’s right in front of me—Kerian means something. I’m not sure what, but something.
Probably why I was so pissed at him for ignoring me.
Nodding, I smile at him, running my fingers up and down his obliques. I don’t miss how he gasps or the look of surprise that flashes across his face.
Could be because it’s the first time I’ve given him a genuine smile since we met. Back then, I shook his hand, excited to meet another sophomore starter. Kerian snubbed me, reciting his stats from high school to rub it in that he was better than me. After that, I would sneer, smirk, and smile at him sarcastically. But never like this.
“Yeah. Real good. Round two?” I ask.
He barks a laugh, pulling out of me slowly. “Give yourself some time to rest. Come on. Let’s get in the shower so I can take you home.”
Something deflates in me when he pulls away. “Wait,” I say, feeling empty. “Can’t we… lie here for a moment?”
He rolls his eyes, but flops onto his back, resting his arms behind his head. “Fine, come here. Let me bring you down from the best orgasm of your life.”
I scoff, but scooch over to him. My cum smears between us, but neither of us seems to mind. I sigh when one of his arms comes down around me.
He’s right, though. It was the best orgasm of my life. Even better than when I lost my virginity in high school to my girlfriend of three years. What Kerian just did to me makes that release look like child’s play. Tingles still drift over my body, everything feeling sensitive.
My fingers circle his belly, rubbing in some of my cum. “Are you okay?”
“Wasn’t my first time, Braithe. I’m good.”
“You’ve… you’ve been with other guys before?”
“That a problem?”
“No, I just… I just thought…”
What did I think? That I was special? That my kiss made him want cock?
Like he did to me.
He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Jealous, Zandy?”
“Leave me alone,” I murmur, though an involuntary smile crops up on my face.
Why do I feel so free and… happy with him? Am I… Is this how girls feel when they get dickmatized? I’ve had more than my fair share of women thinking they were in love with me because I dicked them good.
I search myself and blow out a relieved breath when I don’t feel that overpowering sense of love—or dickmatization. His dick is great and I want more, but I’m not suddenly in love.
What I am is no longer in denial. I like Kerian. I probably shouldn’t since he’s such a dick, but liking people doesn’t always make sense, I guess.
My stomach growls loud enough to wake the fucking neighbors, and I laugh to myself. “I skipped dinner after a rough practice to fuck you. Now you gotta feed me.”
His eyes turn hungry as he looks down at me. “Oh, I can feed you, Dimples. Let’s shower. I think there might be something in there for you to put in your mouth.”
Grinning, I scramble off the bed, almost tripping over my feet to get to the bathroom. My clothes are still in there from my earlier shower, folded on the side of the sink. I’ll put them back on, sans underwear, when we’re done.
As promised, Kerian feeds me his dick, my knees on the hard surface of the tub. His hands tug at my hair, roughly urging me up and down on his shaft. I gag and sputter, tears leaking down my face. Spit slips down my chin as he chokes me on his dick, but I don’t give a fuck. My cock is hard as a rock, throbbing as I tongue Kerian’s slit.
“Fuck, your mouth. God damn. So wet and hot. Perfect little cockslut. So fucking perfect.” Kerian spouts more filth and I moan, the heady feeling of him fucking my face and his words making me come without warning. I spray his feet with my seed, shuddering through my orgasm.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Kerian gasps, speeding up his thrusts. “Fuck, I want my load on your face.”
He pulls his cock free from between my lips and jerks himself, spraying all over my face. I hold on to his thighs to keep myself upright while he comes in ropes on my cheeks and chin.
Kerian pulls me to my feet and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He collects some of his release from my face and feeds it to me. I moan, rolling my tongue against his and swallowing him down. I grip his biceps, the only things keeping me on my feet while he owns my mouth.
When he’s had his fill, he pulls back with a satisfied grin on his face. “Let’s clean up. I’ll feed you pizza, then take you home.”
“Thanks, Kerian,” I say sleepily, grabbing the cloth he gave me and pumping some of his body wash on it. Instead of cleaning myself up, I drag it over his body, washing him off.
“I know how to clean myself. Been doing it for years,” he says, though he doesn’t stop me.
I shrug and finish washing him, paying special attention to his cock and sac. His dick gives a small twitch, but he doesn’t get hard. After back-to-back orgasms, I’m not sure he has it in him.
After he’s clean, I turn towards the shower head and let the water drizzle on my face to get rid of Kerian’s cum. I make quick work of cleaning myself up.
I jump when I feel fingers near my hole. I’m sore, the smallest graze making me hiss. Kerian steps closer, wrapping a hand around my waist and kissing my shoulder. “Making sure you’re clean everywhere, Dimples. Sore?”
I nod, leaning into him while his fingers tunnel into me smoothly. “Yeah. Nothing I can’t handle, though.”
He plants one more kiss to my shoulder, then removes his fingers, leans around me, and turns the shower off. “Out. Food. Then you gotta go.”
“Romantic,” I deadpan, pushing my wet hair back.
“Never claimed that.”
I watch him towel off, his well-muscled back flexing as he brings the cloth back and forth. He wraps the towel around his waist, then grabs another for his hair. He tosses a towel at me and I step out of the shower and dry myself. Kerian saunters to his room and I pull on my clothes, heading to the kitchen when I’m dressed. I search through his cupboards until I find plates and pull down two.
By the time he’s dressed, I have his calzone and some wings on his plate while I’m wolfing down a slice of pizza. My stomach was so empty, but I didn’t notice while Kerian was playing with me. Now, though, the pit that is my stomach needs sustenance.
“It’s my favorite pizza place,” Kerian says, volunteering information to me. It’s small, insignificant even, but I hoard it greedily.
“Yeah? I’ve never been.” I take another hearty bite of the pepperoni pizza, grabbing a wing to dip into some ranch. “Don’t really have time to eat a bunch of greasy foods.”
He gives me a dry look. “You know what off season is, right?”
I shake my head, biting into the wing. It is really good, seasoned to perfection, and the ranch is smooth and creamy. “Nah. I can eat junk when I’m pro. Right now, I have cheat days once, maybe twice a month. I can’t afford to get out of shape.”
I’m not sure why I’m telling him all this. He gave me a small tidbit of his life and I’m telling him my hopes and dreams. Then again, I’m always talkative after sex if I don’t pass out. So it tracks.
Kerian shrugs. “You’re missing out.”
We don’t talk while we’re eating, but that’s fine. My mind is elsewhere, thinking about what this means for me and Kerian, and most importantly, when we’ll have a repeat. I fidget and my ass smarts, but not enough to put me off from wanting him inside me again.
After we eat, I rinse the plates and slide them into his dishwasher while he goes to get his keys and wallet. I’m exhausted from two orgasms, but I’m under no illusion that Kerian wants me to stay here. He made it clear that he’s taking me home, and honestly, I wanna be alone right now. I have a lot to think about when it comes to Kerian.
The drive back to campus is quiet. Tense. I rub Kerian’s thigh, feeling it bunch under my hand. He sits stiffly in the driver’s seat, his jaw tight and his eyebrows a slash on his forehead. It’s probably because I’m touching him, but he’ll have to get used to it. He said I was his, so he has to accept how I am. And I am touchy as fuck. It drove some of my ex-girlfriends crazy, but it’s just how I am. I’m not going to change just because I’m fucking a dude now.
When we pull up to my campus, Kerian idles in front of my building, the car in park but his eyes straight ahead.
“Okay,” I murmur, looking at his profile. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.”
He doesn’t answer, though his jaw ticks.
Sighing, I open the door and have one foot out when he grabs my arm. I turn to him, a question on my tongue, but he kisses me before I can say anything. As before, his kiss is hard and demanding, a mark of ownership.
And I allow it.
He pulls away with a sigh, shaking his head. “I’ll see you soon, Dimples.”
My fucking cheeks heat at his casual threat. “Yeah, okay.”
I watch him drive away before I step into my building. I shake my head at Bert snoozing away and jog up the stairs. One of these days, he’s going to get fucking fired.
There’s a note on our whiteboard from Luca.
Got an all-night study session. I’ll be back tomorrow.
I sigh in relief. I’m sure if Luca was here, he’d ask if I was okay after Kerian basically forced me on a date. Right now, I’m not in the mood to answer questions, especially when I still have a lot to unravel.
Flopping onto my bed, I toe my shoes off and curl under my blanket.
I feel a little off kilter. Before I left here today, I swore to cut Kerian off, to block his number and never talk to him again. When we were on the way to the pizza place, I told myself that once would be enough to get him out of my system.
Now? Now I don’t think that’s possible. Not only because of the sex, but how careful he was with me when he was getting me ready. There’s nothing about Kerian that screams gentle or soft, but he was for me. He made my first time with a man so pleasurable that it’s all I can think about. My ass is sore, but I would push past the pain to feel him inside me again.
But where is this all going? Kerian doesn’t look like the type to want a relationship. I’ll probably be just another fuck for him.
He said I was his, though. Did he mean it or am I looking too much into it? Dudes have been known to promise shit when they come until their brain kicks back on. Kerian may have been of the same mind when he claimed me the way he did.
Scoffing, I turn to my side, my eyes drooping. I’m happily sated, my hole sore and my body loose. Before I let sleep take over, my last thought is of Kerian’s face when he exploded inside me.