Chapter 19
Miles
I t’s frustrating drawing Dax in class now.
I don’t want to aim for the most accurate version of him, which is the point of the class.
I want to draw the real Dax, the one I feel like I’ve seen much more of in the past few weeks, since we’ve been on some kind of sexathon after I made that ass exclusively mine.
He doesn’t make it any easier by posing like a goddamn slut.
Not that it’s any sluttier than anything he did before, but it’s not as easy to draw when I’m constantly shifting around to make room for my boner.
And it would probably help if I didn’t keep shooting daggers at my classmate Hughey.
He seems like a nice enough guy. Shy, keeps to himself, which I get, but he better raise his eyes a little, or I’m liable to flip my canvas and show him how to respect a model.
What the fuck am I even thinking? So what if he’s looking at Dax like that?
It’s none of my business. I’d be doing the same.
Dax is hot as hell. Good for him. Hughey’s not doing a damn thing wrong.
You look at him and enjoy, Hughey, because at the end of the day, I’m the one who’s gonna be in that ass, not you.
I must’ve zoned out for a bit because now Hughey’s looking at me, his eyes bulging as he gulps, turning his attention quickly back to his work, which settles my nerves more than it should.
Yeah, that’s right. Keep your eyes on the sketch pad.
Dax looks the same as he did at the start of the semester.
What am I doing? Why am I glaring at this poor guy? Fuck, I’m a massive asshole.
“Miles, are you okay?”
What the—Where the hell did Professor Reger come from? It’s like she materialized next to me.
“You seem a bit—oh!” The way she says that, it’s like she’s made a startling discovery, and I follow her gaze…to my crotch. Oh was right. She flinches as we lock eyes. “I see why you were so nervous at the start of the semester. I’m very proud of you for facing your fear.”
This can’t be in the teacher handbook for dealing with a situation like this.
“Perfectly natural,” she forges on. “You know, I used to work part-time at the zoo, so I’ve seen everything.”
My erection makes her think of the zoo? Am I dreaming? Please wake up, Miles!
Probably realizing this is going nowhere good, she swiftly moves along to check on her other students, and when I look up, Dax is glancing my way. Smirking. Fuck, he’s gonna laugh his ass off when he hears about this.
But first things first: after class, we head directly to the fourth floor of the library, and I drill him in the restroom stall.
It’s become our routine. We have to make it quicker than I’d like so he can get to his next class on time, but it’s all good.
I’ve made sure to pack lube because, as brave as we were that one time, it’s not something I want to try on the fly.
He grips the top of the stall door as I cling to a hip, thrusting as I finish emptying into him. I still have my hold on his cock, not letting him come…not just yet. I give a few more subtle thrusts and nibble his ear.
He groans. “Please,” he begs.
Fuck, I love the way he needs it. It’s like a goddamn drug.
“A few more seconds. Because I’m greedy like that.” He whimpers, and I count down, “Five…four…”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Three…”
His body trembles with anticipation, so I generously let him go earlier than I’d planned, and it’s a fucking earthquake as his body erupts in a frenzy of movements, clearly overdue for release.
“Look at me,” I tell him, and he turns so I can admire the last few trembles before I take his mouth, pushing my tongue in to greet his.
Wet, sloppy kisses, like I need my saliva staining the inside of his cheeks the way my cum is staining inside him.
“Mmm…” I pull away. “Gonna have to carry that load through your next class. How long you thinking about keeping me in there?”
His ass twitches around my shaft.
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” I offer a slap to his ass, the clap echoing through the restroom.
“About as much as you like the thought of me carrying you around with me.”
I smile—I fucking smile now?
“I like the thought of you holding it around all those Alpha Theta Mu assholes.”
He glares. “They’re not assholes. You guys just haven’t had the best interactions.”
“That’s not my fault.”
He angles his head.
“Okay, maybe it’s a little my fault.”
“Well, if you like knowing I’ve got you in me when others are around, you should swing by later, after my class.”
Desire swells in my chest. “Are you trying to trick me into hanging at your frat?”
“Come hang out with us,” he insists, laying it out there.
I make a face. “Aren’t I supposed to be the bossy one?”
He smirks. “Only when we’re fucking around. Besides, I think you like it.”
“Maybe, but it’s still not as fun as bossing you around.”
He leans close, his lips brushing mine. “Come on, Miles. Don’t you want to be around them, knowing you’re still inside me and they don’t have a clue?”
“Fuck, you got me there. Might be amusing if Damien manages to kick me out, and I tell him he’ll have to get an enema to get all of me out.”
He cringes, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I can’t believe I say a lot of things around you. Now give me another kiss, and let’s get out of here, or we’ll be late for our next classes.”
He obeys, and I notice how easy it’s been for me to stay lodged inside him even during our chat. We finally manage to pry away from each other and clean up enough to get on with our day.
And really, nothing gets me pumped for my African Art class like having just bred Dax, but I don’t know how eager I am to spend some time around his frathole buddies at Alpha Theta Mu, especially given my last interaction with them.
But he’s not wrong—I wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to be around when he’s fully bred, his buddies totally oblivious.
So when my class ends, I return to my place, change, then head on over, texting to give him a heads-up.
Me: Hope you’re ready for those breathing exercises again.
It’s weird. I never mention my panic attacks so casually, but Dax somehow eases all this weight I carry. Like it’s safe to share things with him I wouldn’t feel safe to do with anyone else.
As I approach his frat house, a text comes through.
Dax: Another guy in the house is planning to be a doc, so we’ll have an emergency crew ready for when you get here.
I snicker. But despite teasing about it, I’m not exactly eager to see any of these guys. Still, they didn’t give me any hell when I was fixing up the railing after the last incident, so maybe it’ll be fine. If it’s not, well, it’ll be tolerable because I’m getting to spend some more time with Dax.
I knock on the door, and Dax answers. “Damien here?” I tease.
“Sure, I’ll go grab him and see if he needs a good breeding.”
We share a laugh as he leads me in. The living area is pretty packed, and I spot Damien and Aiden playing with a puppy—a Lab mix, maybe.
Then I see some familiar faces on the sofa.
“Troy? Atlas?” They’re Alpha Theta Mu alums. Atlas is an organizer at Activate Kindness, and I started working with them when I was placed on deferred adjudication for starting that fire and had to get some community service hours in.
Then I wound up getting involved in the builds they ran for the local housing project.
Atlas is in grad school at Peach State, and they live in an apartment complex nearby.
Between school, their jobs, and working with the local nonprofit, I can’t imagine they have a lot of time to visit the frat, so it’s nice to see them again.
“Hey, Miles. What’s up?” Troy says. “Been a minute.” He wears that charming-ass smile. He’s a big ole jock type with that sort of loveable personality that would normally make my skin crawl, and if he didn’t have a cool Atlas to vouch for him, I doubt I’d have ever given him a shot.
“Miles, buddy,” Atlas follows.
This catches the dog’s attention, and it rushes over to me. The little guy’s not even up to my knees, so I squat down to offer some scritches.
“So we got a dog,” Atlas announces as he and Troy approach.
“I think this one’s broken,” Damien interjects. “Obviously not a good judge of character.”
He gives me a pointed glare, and hey, dude, I really don’t like you that much either.
“Be nice,” Troy tells Damien with a tone, but I take the advice myself, swallowing down the insults I was coming up with.
Dax squats down next to me to pet the little guy.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“We’re still debating between Pryor and Winston. Trying to get some feedback.”
“That’s why you came back to your old frat?”
“Oh, no,” Troy says. “We happened to be here anyway. We got the Activate Kindness bachelor auction coming up this Saturday, and we’re trying to grab more guys to help out. Speaking of, Miles …”
Clearly, this is the part where I’m supposed to volunteer. “Hell no,” I spit out since that’s not gonna be my thing at all. “Sorry, but that sounds about as enticing as a TaskFrat Challenge. I’m sure you won’t have any issues finding guys eager to humiliate themselves.”
“Speaking of guys who don’t mind humiliating themselves,” Atlas says, directing his attention to Dax, who turns to me. His expression twists up, like he’s debating it.
I was so insistent about being exclusive with my dick, that he must be wondering if that’s a smart idea, but it’s a fucking bachelor auction.
“You should do it,” I tell him. Not that he needs my permission, but if he’s having doubts because of our agreement, I want him to know I’ll be totally cool.
So why is my throat tightening up?
Dax’s expression relaxes, assuring me I was right about his hesitation.
“I’m happy to help,” he tells the guys.
My shoulders are tight too, now that I think about it.
“Great.” Troy grins.
They give him some info about the event, and I tell them I’ll at least be present, before they let us spoil their new pup with treats they brought with them. While Troy and Atlas are catching up with the other guys, Dax says, “So you don’t mind them selling my ass off for a price?”
“I fully intend on filling it up before then, so I’ll be good.”
We share a laugh.
Yeah, it’s not a big deal.
Although, when things aren’t a big deal, I usually don’t have to remind myself that’s the case.