Prologue #4
“I’d do exactly what I said. I’d sit on your chest and feed you my dick.
Then I’d fuck your mouth and use your throat while you choke on me.
” His breaths are harsh and fast, and the little grunts and groans falling from his lips are almost as hot as the way he’s frotting against me.
“But I wouldn’t finish like that.” His groan is quiet and laced with pleasure, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I sink into his words and what they’re doing to me.
“Just as I’m about to come, I’d put you on your knees in front of me.
That way I could see your face while you swallow my load.
See you looking up at me as you take everything I gave you.
” He shudders against me and lets out a breathy groan.
“Then, when I’m done, I might get you off too.
” He rubs his cheek against mine in a rough scrape that adds to my sensory overload. “If you’re good, of course.”
I arch up into him as his words wash over me. I don’t understand why any of this is turning me on, but it is, and I just need a little bit more so I can finally finish.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, his lips right next to my ear. “Shoot your load like a good boy?”
My orgasm explodes out of me in a burst of pleasure so intense I cry out and buck up into him as my body sort of glitches out and I come hard under him.
A warm hand covers my mouth, and I stop trying to stifle my cries as more of that incredible pleasure crashes over me.
He keeps moving, frantically frotting against me as the sound of his hot, harsh breaths fill my senses, prolonging my orgasm, which feels like it just keeps going until I’m right back on the precipice of pleasure and nearly out of my mind from how good everything feels.
A moment later he jerks over me, and his throaty groan breaks through the haze of my pleasure as he presses his cheek against mine and comes.
Holy shit.
I stare up at the night sky as we lie there, breathing hard and recovering from what was hands down the most intense orgasm of my life.
Yeah, there’s no maybe about it. I’m definitely into guys. Maybe not a lot of guys, but I like dick. And I apparently really like it when that dick is attached to a dominating predator in a mask who talks dirty and rubs off on me in the woods.
Before I can get lost in my thoughts, he shifts over me and brings me back to the present.
I’m still as he gets off me, and I don’t like the instant chill I feel when we’re no longer touching. His hood falls back when he stands, and he doesn’t move to fix it as I climb to my feet.
He holds out his hand, and I stare at it for a few beats, not understanding what he wants.
“I’d say that counts as me catching you,” he says, breaking the silence, and I can hear the smirk in his tone.
“Yeah, can’t argue with that.” I dig my coin out of my pocket and drop it into his hand.
The moonlight is just bright enough that I can see his eyes through the opening in his mask, but not bright enough that I can make out anything beyond their shape.
I cycle through the members of the frat, trying to place him, but quickly give up. I can’t see enough of his features to even begin to try to figure out who he is, and his voice isn’t familiar.
“Although I guess you could say we both won,” he adds and tucks my coin in his pocket.
I let out a little snort-laugh. “I almost won twice.”
“Really?”
My cheeks flush hot. Thank fuck he can’t see my face right now because there’s no way I’m not blushing.
He tilts his head to the side like he’s studying me. “Twice?”
I drop my gaze as more heat floods my cheeks and neck and give him a clipped nod.
He huffs out a soft laugh. “Not what I thought would happen when we started the Hunt, but I’m not mad about it.” He takes a step closer. “Are you mad about it?”
I shake my head and slowly lift my eyes back to his.
He cups my dick and gives it a gentle squeeze. “See you around.”
I’m so flustered by his proximity that I don’t fight when he grips my shoulders and gently spins me around so my back is to him, and I dutifully start walking when he gives me a little push.
It isn’t until I’ve walked a few dozen paces that what he said fully registers.
See you around.
What did he mean by that? Does he know who I am? No, he can’t. It’s impossible. There’s no way he could have recognized me with my mask on and my hood up.
Right?
I walk a few more feet, then toss a quick look over my shoulder, but he’s already disappeared into the night.
Shaking my head in disbelief that any of that actually just happened, I press the button on the side of my tracking bracelet until the entire thing glows soft blue.
Now everyone in my vicinity will know that I’ve already been caught, and I pull my phone out of my pocket so I can figure out where the hell I am and how to get back to The Crypt.
It takes a second for the app to load my location, and I’m relieved to see that I’m only a half mile from the edge of the woods.
Using the compass on the app, I head back toward campus and try not to think about the fact that I just had my first experience with a guy, and now I have to spend the rest of the year, and who knows how many other years, living in the same house as him without ever knowing who he was.