Chapter 16 #3
“I always thought of Crimson College. Ever since your brother told me it existed, I wanted to be here. I wasn’t the kind of person who would usually be able to attend Crimson, so I wanted to prove that I could get in. I also didn’t like the idea of being apart from Weston. Ever.”
I sigh gently as he uses my hand to squeeze me there again.
“Quit talking about my brother while you’re touching my cock.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you something else, then,” he says. “I prefer waffles to pancakes. I take my coffee with milk and two sugars. And my favorite day at the gym is leg day. Is this the kind of stuff you’d rather talk about, Hunter?”
I groan as he pushes on my cock. “Maybe I do want to talk about that stuff. Got a problem with it?”
“You’re not really interested in me. Not like that.”
“Why’s it so hard for you to believe I could be curious about you, Rayne? You seem to have every other girl and gay guy at Crimson wanting to know everything about you.”
“Well, there’s nobody quite like you, Knox.”
“I know Weston’s not the only reason you wanted to come to Crimson. You thought I’d be here, too. You watched me from afar, every time you were at our house and anytime you saw me in school.”
“Big ego you’ve got there.”
“It’s the truth,” I tell him. “And the afternoon that Wes told you I was going to London instead of Crimson, you kept asking him why.”
Rayne’s hand suddenly becomes still over mine. “What?”
“I was in the living room, lying down on the couch, and you guys were in the kitchen. I heard you ask my brother. Why would he want to go to London? There’s nowhere better than Crimson. He should just go with you. I mean, Hunter’s freaky, but he’s not stupid. He belongs at Crimson.”
“Well, I was fucking wrong. You don’t belong here,” Rayne suddenly says, his voice going steely.
“Relax. I was flattered. You can admit you wanted to fuck me. I won’t tell.”
“Hunter.”
I meet his gaze, and for a moment, he looks like a spooked animal.
“Admit it,” I whisper at him.
There’s no malice in my voice.
I just want the truth.
I know the truth.
And I know that he does, too.
“Ego the size of a goddamn yacht,” he mutters as he glances down at my lips, then back to my eyes again.
“Honesty before everything,” I say in a light tone, and I shove down the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down with my free hand so that my other hand lands on my bare cock.
With his palm still resting right above it.
“It doesn’t matter if I wanted to fuck you,” he says finally. “I knew I wouldn’t let that happen in a million years.”
“I knew it.”
“Shut up.”
“You wanted my body. You wanted my mouth, my hands, my ass—”
“And you didn’t want to know me at all.”
Something flashes through his eyes and it hits me all at once.
He wanted my attention back then, and he never got it.
He had an unrequited crush.
My heart aches a little in my chest. There’s something so pure about the way he looks, pure in a way that isn’t even available to someone like me.
Rayne isn’t jaded.
I’ve practically been jaded since the day I was born.
Back then, I could barely think about my own emotions, let alone anyone else’s. I started building up the walls inside me long ago, and I felt so isolated from everyone around me that nothing could have brought me down to Earth.
“You have my attention now, Rayne,” I tell him. “And I don’t know if you’re ready for that. You have all of it. Do you know what that means?”
“Does it mean that you’re going to force me to come? Right there in the reading room, where anyone might fucking walk in?”
“You fucking loved it.”
His hand squeezes hard around mine again.
Rayne shifts in the bed and there’s a wild look in his eyes. He finally releases the back of my hand and then moves his fingertips up, sliding one of them along the tip of my cock, because he always seems very interested in my precum.
For a moment, I think he’s about to tease me like that, edging me and driving me insane by giving me the smallest, slick little touches on my cock.
But instead he leans over me and brings his hand lower, nudging my legs wider.
“Spread.”
My heart pounds in my chest.
I move my legs wider for him, and a moment later he’s spreading my ass a little and dragging his finger along my hole.
And then he pushes it inside me while he holds my gaze.
“Goddamnit, Rayne,” I utter as he stretches me open, sliding into me slowly and steadily, watching me like he has me pinned.
It’s just slick enough. One finger is a tight stretch, but it also feels so fucking good that I don’t care.
It’s the type of pain I crave.
The type that feels so fucking good when Rayne finally takes it from me.
“Keep touching yourself,” he says, and his voice is raspy and low in a way I haven’t heard it before.
“Should’ve told me you wanted me a long time ago,” I tell him. “I would have taken your cock any time you asked. Should have snuck over to my room every fucking time you slept over.”
“Don’t tell me things like that.”
“Don’t be afraid of the truth.”
He pushes his finger deeper, until it’s in all the way.
“You’re so tight. When I fuck you, you’re going to scream.”
“Can’t believe you wanted me all those years,” I continue, squeezing around his finger. “You shared Weston’s bed every time you spent the night. You belonged in my bed.”
Rayne takes his finger out almost all the way and then shoves it in, deep and fast, all at once.
A little punishment.
The exact one I want.
My cock throbs but I haven’t started touching it again yet. I slide my fingers through a little more precum and reach down, adding more precum along one of Rayne’s fingers.
“That’s not enough,” he says.
“Yes it is. Give me two fingers, or I really will scream. Right now. And it’ll carry all the way down the hallway.”
“Wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“Rayne,” I shout loudly, and his eyes flash with brief panic.
He clasps his free hand up onto my mouth again just like he did earlier in the reading room, and I laugh beneath it.
I groan as he finally gives me a second finger, going slowly in a way that’s agonizing and incredible.
His hand moves downward slightly over my mouth and he puts two fingers past my lips, too. One hand at my ass, another in my mouth. I suck his fingers as if they were his cock, and I watch as his eyelids drop a little.
“You like having fingers in two of my holes at once?” I murmur after he slides them out for a moment.
“I really do,” he says, and I can tell from his breathless voice that he’s given up on trying to hide the truth any longer.
“Fuck, I really like you, Colson,” I say, because I’m not afraid of that truth, either. “Kiss me.”