Chapter 13 #3
A lot of guys in the house have light eyes and darker hair, and great eyebrows, so even though I can see more of him, I still have no idea who he is.
“But?” he prompts when I don’t continue.
“I just thought…” I pause and try to find the right words to explain what’s going on in my head. “I just saw this going differently.”
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move, and the familiar urge to fill the silence hits hard.
“I mean,” I rush on. “I basically gave you consent to do whatever you want to me, and you’re being…nice.”
He stays quiet for a few beats, then he leans down and puts his lips next to my ear. “Do you want to know a secret about me?”
“Yeah,” I say on a breathy exhale.
Having all of him on me like this and feeling his hard dick pressing into my thigh is almost too much, but at the same time, it’s not nearly enough.
“My biggest kink isn’t the mask or sneaking into your room.
” He rubs his cheek against mine. The soft material of his mask catches on my stubble, and the little tugs send zings of pleasure through me.
“It’s not even bossing you around and watching you melt into a puddle for me.
” He nuzzles my cheek with his again. “Do you want to know what it is?”
“Tell me,” I whisper, sounding as dazed as I feel.
“It’s getting you off,” he says in a low voice, his lips against my ear.
“Watching you come undone gets me hot. Making you feel good makes me feel really good.” He presses a kiss just under my ear, and the sensation of his mask between his lips and my skin sends a little shiver up my spine.
“So buckle up, buttercup, because I’m feeling greedy tonight.
” He drops another mask-covered kiss against my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, silently asking for more, and he obliges.
I don’t know what it is about feeling his kisses through the mask that’s so damn hot, but I’m practically vibrating with need when he eventually lifts his head.
“Now,” he says in that calm, commanding voice from before. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to kiss you again, and you’re going to kiss me back. Then you’re going to shut that brain of yours down and stop overthinking everything while I do whatever I want to you.”
A sense of calm settles over me, and I close my eyes when he reaches for his mask.
Now that I know what’s coming, excitement curls in my chest, and I let out a little sigh when his lips brush against mine.
His kisses are firm and confident, and I immediately open for him. He dips his tongue between my lips, and our groans mix and mingle as our tongues tangle together.
Holy fuck, he’s a good kisser, and I sink into the moment as he ravages my mouth with deep, drugging kisses.
My thoughts are spinning when he finally pulls away, and it takes a few seconds to clear my head enough that I can open my eyes.
He’s standing over me again, his mask back in place, and excitement curls in my chest when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed next to me. Then he reaches back into that same pocket and pulls out a condom.
My body is tight with anticipation as he tears the plastic open, and I hold my breath when he rolls it down his length with practiced ease.
Holy fuck. This is really happening.
I’m about to get fucked by one of my frat brothers. And I have no idea which one.
With all the confidence of someone who’s probably done this dozens, if not hundreds, of times, he picks the packet of lube up from the bed and uses what’s left to slick up his dick.
I can barely breathe as he pulls one of my legs so my calf is resting on his shoulder, then guides the head of his cock toward my entrance. I tense when his dick bumps against my hole, but he just rubs the tip over it a few times, then presses it against me and pushes in.
I gasp at the sting of pain from being breached, but he’s gentle as he slowly pushes into me, not stopping until his thighs brush against my ass.
I half expect him to start pounding into me right away, but he rests one hand on my chest and holds still, giving me the chance to get used to having him inside me.
It takes a few moments for the pain and the burn from being stretched to fade, and we both let out soft moans when he finally rocks his hips and starts moving.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt flows through me, and I lie under him as he gradually speeds up, thrusting faster and harder until the only thing keeping me from sliding up the bed is his grip on my leg and his hand on my chest pressing me into the mattress.
I always thought that being spread out like this for someone would be uncomfortable. That I’d feel exposed and vulnerable and that would stop me from being able to enjoy it, but I was wrong.
Being completely at his mercy like this and knowing that he’s in charge is exactly what I needed to shut my brain down, and the only things on my mind are how much I want this and how good everything feels.
Blearily, I open my eyes and gaze up at him as he drives his dick into me over and over again. He looks magnificent, so big and strong, and the contrast of my pale skin against the dark material of his clothes is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Little groans and bitten-off cries fall from my lips as he continues to fuck me like both of our lives depend on it, and the sight of my hard dick flopping uselessly between us from the force of his thrusts is way hotter than it has any business being.
He abruptly pulls out of me, and I let out a whine of protest that would be embarrassing if I had the presence of mind to be embarrassed. He just grabs my hips and flips me over so I’m on my stomach with my bottom half hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Fuck!” I cry when he drives his dick back inside me, then cry out again when he plants his hands on my back and pins me to the mattress as he slams into me so hard the slap of our skin echoes in the quiet room.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” I chant and press my cheek against my sheets.
Being held down and feeling his weight over me like this is overwhelming in the best way, and I sink into the moment and enjoy every second of being used like a sex doll.
Just when I’m about to give in and reach for my dick so I can finally come, he pulls out of me without warning and grabs me under the arms.
I let out a squeal of surprise as he picks me right up off the bed and flips me around, but instead of just dropping me in place, he throws me so I land on my back close to the middle of my bed.
“Holy shit,” I exclaim, too dazed by the move to be more eloquent.
How the hell did he lift me and toss me like that?
He lets out another of those sexy growls and practically falls on top of me, his hips between my spread thighs and our chests pressed together.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms and legs around him and cling to him like a crazed koala as he plants his knees on the bed and drives into me so hard and fast little stings of pain mix with the pleasure to create an intoxicating blend of sensations that pushes me closer to my orgasm with each punishing thrust.
Our cries and moans are as loud as the sound of my headboard hitting the wall, but I’m too far gone to care that anyone can hear us and figure out exactly what’s going on.
He’s just as feral as I am, and we’re a tangled mess of writhing bodies as we chase our orgasms and he gives me the dicking of a lifetime.
My cock is rubbing against the soft material of his hoodie, and between the relentless pounding he’s giving me and the friction from his sweater, I find myself hovering right on the edge of my orgasm, but I can’t quite get there.
He shifts his hips, and the move changes the angle of his dick so he’s nailing my prostate, and my orgasm explodes out of me so fast and hard I come with a confused cry and arch into him as I shoot my load between us.
He lets out a guttural sound, his rhythm stuttering, then he stiffens over me as he comes only seconds after I do.
The world flickers in and out of focus a few times, then everything goes hazy as the pleasure intensifies, and it feels like I hit another smaller, less powerful orgasm that pulls me away on a cloud of pleasure and bliss.
It takes a moment for everything to come into focus when I open my eyes again, and a few more to register that I’m still on my back, and he’s still on top of me.
My heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s trying to jump right out of my chest, but it starts to calm as he lets out a satisfied sigh and nuzzles his cheek against mine in a move that can only be described as tender.
“Holy shit,” I mumble, too dazed to tell my mouth to shut up.
He makes an affirmative sound and reaches up to grip his mask.
I close my eyes and turn my head to the side, already anticipating his next move.
His kisses are slow and sweet and languid, and the perfect way to come down from what was definitely the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Eventually, he slows our kisses until they’re just long brushes of his lips against mine, and I let out a dreamy sigh when he finally pulls away.
“Told you I was feeling greedy,” he says in a smug voice.
I let out a laugh that’s more of a release of energy than because anything is funny and uncurl my fingers from his sweater at the same time I unlock my ankles from around his waist.
“You’re two for two,” I tell him, still sounding completely out of it.
“Two for two?” He nuzzles my neck and rubs the thin material of his mask over my throat.
“I almost came twice last time,” I explain and angle my head to the side to give him better access to my throat. “And I’m pretty sure I did this time. So maybe that would make you four for four? Or two for four?”
“How about we settle on acknowledging that I rocked your world,” he suggests in an amused voice.
“Yeah, we can do that.” I flex my fingers and wiggle my toes to get some circulation back in my hands and feet after spending the last god knows how long clinging to him like a drowning man might hang onto a life raft in the ocean. “My whole body is tingling.”
“That’s because I rocked your world.” He rubs his cheek against mine one more time, then slowly climbs off me. I shiver as the cold air hits my sweat-damp skin.
“You definitely did.” I sit up and instinctively cover my junk, but before I can start freaking out about being the only one naked now that the sexy times are over, he grabs my clothes from the floor and hands them to me.
I quickly pull them on and try to shake off the awkwardness that’s still lingering around us while he takes care of the condom and gathers up his phone from where it’s still laying on my bed. When I’m dressed, I glance down at the mess I made on his hoodie.
My cheeks heat, and I quickly redirect my gaze to the closet.
“How did you get in here?” I ask now that I can think in full thoughts again.
I’m pretty sure I left the door open, so that’s why I didn’t hear him open it, but he still had to get into my closet in the first place. I haven’t left my room or even gone to the bathroom since I agreed to his deal. How the hell did he sneak in when I’ve been here the whole time?
I can’t see anything under his mask and hood with my bedside light behind him and backlighting him like it is, and he just tilts his head like he’s studying me. “I have my ways,” he finally says.
I have so many questions I want to ask, but at the same time, I don’t really want to know the answers to them.
As fucked up as it is, I’d rather not know anything about him.
That way, I can’t hyperfixate on him, and hopefully that will stop me from spending all of my waking hours analyzing and obsessing over every second of our interactions.
Instead I’ll just spend half of my time overthinking, which, for me, is an improvement.
We stare at each other for a few moments, or at least I assume he’s also staring at me because I can barely even see the outline of his eyes right now.
“See you around,” he says, that hint of amusement still in his tone.
I wait to see what he’ll do, but instead of going back to my closet, he walks toward my door.
When he reaches it, he pulls his mask off with one hand and flips open the lock on the other.
His hood is up, so his identity is still hidden from me as he tucks his mask into his hoodie pocket.
Then he opens my door and steps into the hall.
The click of my door latching is like a release valve, and I flop back on my bed like someone let all the air out of me at once.
Today has been the weirdest day of my life, and now I know for sure that my mystery texter is one of my frat brothers, he’s definitely into guys, and for some reason, he’s into me.
A little laugh bubbles up in my chest. I might have to give him a name beyond calling him my mystery texter. And I should probably just bite the bullet and save him in my contacts.
I can keep telling myself that I have a handle on things and I’m only holding onto his number just in case I need it in the future, but the fact that I can’t stop texting him says otherwise.
And I can’t pretend like he didn’t just rock my world and I already wanted to do it again before the afterglow even wore off.
An image of him standing over me with his face cast in shadows and his big, powerful body making me feel small and safe filters through my vision, and the name Mr. X pops into my head.
It’s probably the most uninspired name possible, but my brain is still partially scrambled from the dicking down I just got, so that’s about as creative as I can be right now.
And stupidly enough, it fits him. He isn’t flashy or fancy, and giving him an elaborate nickname wouldn’t work. Something simple and bold that can stand alone definitely fits him better.
Another laugh bubbles up in my chest. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I get some good dick and now I’m analyzing my masked frat brother to find the perfect nickname for him?
Have I actually gone crazy? Or is this just an aftereffect of the best sex of my life?
A twinge of pain in my ass brings me back to reality, and I stop laughing. I didn’t just lose my dude virginity tonight—the man I let deflower me isn’t just one of my frat brothers, he’s also the same guy I rubbed off on during the Hunt all those years ago, and he’s known it was me this whole time.
What the actual fuck?