Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
KERIAN
Zander talks a lot of shit for someone who has their door unlocked when I silently twist the handle half an hour after our conversation. The sound of the shower hits my ears first, but Zander’s voice catches me in a whisper from his bed.
“My roomie is in the shower. We can sneak out before he?—”
I lock his door and make it across the room in a few quick strides. The air knocks out of his chest when I shove him back against his bed, and I drink down the wide-eyed expression he gives me.
“What are you doing?”
“We aren’t going anywhere, Braithe.” My voice is a low growl, but I don’t really care if his roommate hears.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but getting him naked and fucking him into his mattress so I can finally prove to both of us once and for all that that’s all this is.
No, “Why haven’t you talked to me in a week?”
No getting fucking distracted at practice or weight training because of him.
No more.
Just fucking.
Just the way his body seems like it was made to take my dick. That’s it.
That’s all this can be.
“Kerian, my roommate is right there .” Even as he protests, he’s stripping out of his shirt like an eager puppy, willing to give in to whatever demands I have. The defiance only goes as far as teasing me until we’re fucking, then suddenly he’s ready to roll over and give me his ass.
My eyes flick to the door and the sound of the shower, and I lean down and press my lips to his ear.
“Then I better make this fast and rough, hm, Dimples? Of course, with the way you scream…”
He opens his mouth to protest and I shove my hand down his pants and take his cock roughly. I squeeze just this side of painful until a low sound rips from his chest, but he’s rock fucking hard in my palm.
“Fuck, you’d take it any way you could get it, wouldn’t you? All you can think about is my dick. It’s all you want.” He squirms beneath me, but rises up and presses his mouth to mine like that’s an answer in and of itself.
With a soft growl, I push him back and strip him out of his pants. “Lube, Dimples.” He’s scrambling for it as I kick my jeans down my hips, and by the time I turn back to him he has a half empty bottle thrust against my chest.
Half empty.
My mind wanders for a minute to how many times he’s fucked his hand thinking of me, and I quickly tamp down the thought. I need to focus on fucking him so hard he can’t think straight, so hard he can barely breathe.
I need to break him apart until he realizes I’m not going to be there to pick up the pieces.
I slick my fingers in lube and drop my hand between his legs without warning, and the low groan that tears from his chest when I slide one digit inside him is fucking sinful. So is the blissed-out expression that crosses his face when I press knuckle deep just to feel his ass clenching around me.
He’s so damn eager. Even as his eyes drift to the bathroom door and he brings one hand up to slap over his mouth.
“I don’t think so.” I lift my free hand and use it to pin his wrist to the bed. “If you want to keep your roommate from hearing you get off, you better bite your tongue. Or…” I pull out and come back with two fingers, angling my wrist to peg his prostate. His body rocks off the bed like I electrocuted him, and a little strangled cry tears from his chest that licks electricity up my spine. “Let him know what a fucking slut you are for my cock.”
“I’m… not…”
I shift my hand, pressing against that bundle of nerves until his cock jerks and he lets out another cry. I’m not sure if the sound of the shower is enough to drown it out, and I grin. It’s probably not a pretty smile—it’s dangerous and deadly, and everything I wasn’t coming here to do. “You’re a fucking whore for it. Your ass is greedy, Braithe. It’s clenching around my fingers and fucking begging for something bigger.” I lean in, pressing my lips to his ear as I continue to ruthlessly fuck him with my digits. “I wrecked you for anyone else—every time you get off for the rest of your life, it’s going to be my cock in your ass you’re thinking of, because you’re that much of a fucking slut for me. Admit it.”
“Fuck no, I?—”
I squeeze his wrist and add another finger, shifting my angle to peg his prostate over and over again until he’s a squirming, writhing mess beneath me.
“Fucking admit it, Dimples. You’re my little whore. ”
This wasn’t what I came here for. I came here to fuck him and break him and leave him, and suddenly I feel like I’m going to drown if I don’t fill my lungs with his desperation.
“No, fuck. Slade, come on .” The whine in his voice is half anger, half need , and it drives me even further than the way his cheeks go red the more I edge him, the more I degrade him. Even if he won’t admit it, we both know it’s true… and fuck me, I don’t even want him to admit it. I want to spend the rest of the night breaking him apart until his lashes are wet with tears and he’s a mess underneath me.
Not what I came here for.
“If you want it that way, fine.” He lets out another groan when I pull my fingers from his ass and move too fast for him to react—his arms are pinned beneath my knees and he’s staring up at me with an open mouth when I start stroking my dick while kneeling over him. “What if I just get myself off and leave you here, hm? Do you think you’ll stuff your fingers in your ass and pretend it’s me?” I lean in close enough to paint his lips with my precum, and his tongue darts out. With a grin, I use my free hand and slap his chest. “I don’t think so.”
He’s shaking beneath me, and I have to squeeze the base of my cock to stop myself from coming all over his face when he licks his lips again and stares up at me.
“Kerian…”
The moan in his voice, the way his hips are thrusting into the air behind me like he can somehow get the friction his body so desperately needs, drives me crazy. I lean in and paint his lips again, arching one brow even as my body starts to shudder from how much I want to be inside him.
“Come on, Zandy .”
“Please.” It comes out broken, half garbled. “Fuck, Kerian , please . Fuck me. I need you.”
And why does that sound even better on his tongue than him admitting he’s a slut? I drop down the length of his body and lift one of his legs so I can line my cock up with his hole before thrusting in. There isn’t much warning, and the punched-out sound of satisfaction that rolls out of his chest is enough to make me drop my head and bite at his jawline to mask my response.
“You sound so pretty when you beg, Dimples.”
His blush deepens, but I’m too caught up in how good it feels when his ass clenches around me as I start to fuck him in earnest.
I’m not gentle and I’m not slow, and by the way Zander wraps his arms around me and clenches me with his thighs, I can tell he doesn’t want me to be. His body rocks up to meet every piston of my hips, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have little half-moon circles on my back where his nails are digging into my skin.
More than that, now that he’s started talking, it seems like he can’t stop. He’s panting in my ear—my name, the word please, and uh-uh-harder-right-there-unff —until I feel like I’m swimming in an ocean of liquid need . I’m drowning in him, and it makes me greedy for him.
It makes me rise up slightly so I can hitch his thigh and shift his pelvis, angling him so I’m hitting just the right spot while I take hold of his cock with my other hand.
“Kerian.” He says it again—soft and needy, groaning and sinful—as I start pumping his dick in my hand in time with the sound of my skin slapping against his. “Fuck, fuck, unf. ”
I don’t know if he’s trying to hold back to wait for me, or if he just doesn’t want this to end, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the way he’s trembling, or how thick his cock is in my palm, how it’s slick with precum and pulsing with the need for release. I can’t take the little jerks of his hips or the clench of his ass around me.
I can’t take the way he’s looking up at me like he’s waiting for me to exhale so he can take his next breath.
“Come for me, Dimples. Make a mess.”
And like I lit a fuse, he explodes in my hand. Zander clenches around my cock and cries out loud enough that I know his roommate can hear him. His eyes slam shut and he grabs my wrists like he’s going to lose himself if he doesn’t hold on to something—if he doesn’t hold on to me . I fuck him through the waves of pleasure and bury myself hilt deep so I can relish the slick squelch of my cock sliding into his hole. He’s so hot and tight and his ass is squeezing my dick like it never wants to let go.
He’s still shaking from his orgasm when he opens his eyes—the pupils are all wide and dilated, and his expression is so fucked out I’m surprised he can focus.
But beneath that, there’s so much more.
Zander looks at me like I’m salvation, like he’s caught in the waves of the ocean and I’m reaching out my hand—safety, a lighthouse.
I’ve never been anyone’s light.
Now is the perfect time to prove that point—it’s the perfect time for me to pull my cock out and leave him there, fucked raw and used and a mess.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but myself. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue while my hips piston into his pulsing hole again.
They’re right there. If I tell him that now, he’ll know what this means to me—exactly nothing. Just orgasms and a good time.
That’s all.
And then the fucker reaches his hand up and runs his fingers through my sweaty hair, and that expression goes softer.
A lighthouse.
An anchor.
“Fuck you, Braithe.” I growl it, but lean forward and press my lips against his so the sound of my orgasm catches on his tongue as I explode inside him. My arms lift, hands tangling in his hair so I can pull his head back and lick into his mouth.
Pleasure sweeps through me and I deepen the kiss, fingers clenching in his hair until he moans against me and lets me taste him even more. I don’t want to admit it, but this kiss is different.
I feel like I’m trying to crawl inside him, like I’m trying to work my way past his tongue so I can nestle into his ribs and examine the thundering heartbeat I can feel playing confessions inside his chest.
If I could see it, maybe I could understand.
If I could see it, I’d probably shatter it.
My body spasms and my hips finally still—I stay buried in his tight heat, but for some reason I’m not breaking the kiss. I suck on his tongue until he’s shivering beneath me, his breath coming in sharp gasps that make me wonder if he’s going to hyperventilate.
When I finally pull back, he’s dazed. His lips are swollen and his eyes are wide, and he’s still staring at me like I’m the only thing holding him to the ground.
“Absolutely fuck you.” I murmur it again, then lean down and press one more kiss against his lips before I roll off the bed and start getting dressed.
I still when I hear cool sheets slipping as Zander sits up, pausing altogether when he leans in and I feel his lips ghost across my bare shoulders.
It draws a shiver up my spine, and I can feel his lips quirk into a smile where they’re pressed against my skin as he whispers, “Yeah, fuck you too.”
Shit.
Why does it feel like that’s not what we’re actually saying anymore?
My jaw clenches, and I’m not sure why the next words tear out of my chest, but I can’t stop them.
“I’m the only one you do this with.”
He actually laughs. “I know. You already?—”
“No, Zander, I mean it. You’re mine . It’s just me.” I flash a look over my shoulder and realize that’s the first time I’ve ever called him by his name. I think he realizes it too, because his eyes are wide and a little shocked. “Only me. Do you get it? If I catch you with anyone else, I’ll fucking kill them.”
Shit. I mean it. The thought of anyone else getting to see the look he just gave me drives me wild. The knowledge that other people might have already makes me want to blind the world out of spite.
His brows draw together, and his hand slides around my body, dipping beneath my shirt and landing over the beat of my heart. It’s pounding harder now than it was when we were fucking, and I’m not sure why.
“Okay,” he says, his voice soft. “Just you, Kerian. But that means that it’s just me too. No one else.”
My jaw clenches. This wasn’t why I came here . But apparently why I came here doesn’t mean shit, because I nod with a quick jerk of my head and stand up. “Fine.”
I don’t have to look back to hear the smile in his voice when he calls out goodnight as I walk out the door.