CryBully (His Dirty Little Secret #1)

Chapter 1

Bastian Vos

“Are you going to miss me being across the country at your new school?” she asks as her mouth slides down my cock. Wrapping my hand around her blonde hair, I groan when her warm tongue circles my tip.

“Of course, I’m going to miss you, baby,” I moan, wanting her to shut the fuck up already.

“How much?” she says, but I shove her head down my length.

“So much, baby. Keep going. Do that thing I like,” I beg as she cups my nuts, sliding a finger into my ass. “Yes, just like that. Fuck, Leelee,” I growl, as my toes curl at how good she makes me feel. She pumps her finger in and out of my tight hole as I think back to last summer at hockey camp.

“I’ve never done this before,” I say as he presses me against the back of our cabin door, sliding his hands in my pants, and pumping me slowly.

“You never got a handjob?” he asks, raising a brow.

“Not by a dude. But fuck. Don’t stop,” I groan as his grip tightens, picking up the pace.

Pressing his lips against mine, he kisses me, biting my bottom lip as I caress his soft tongue with mine.

He deepens the kiss, pushing his hard dick against me as I slowly drag my hands down his naked torso and into his sweats, finding his dick leaking with pre-cum.

Swiping the tip with my thumb, he growls into my mouth and I swallow it down, wrapping my hand around his length.

I pump him at the same pace as he strokes me until we both are swallowing each other's moans.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum,” I growl, holding her head down as she adds another finger into my ass, pumping in and out of me hard and fast. My body shivers as my nuts lift and I cum down her throat, choking her.

Letting go of her hair, she releases me with a pop, wiping the corner of her mouth as she swallows my load.

“Damn, Bash, you’ve never cum that hard before. What were you thinking about?” she asks as I pull her up to me, kissing her lips.

“You, of course,” I lie as she blushes, leaning over to grab her phone from the nightstand.

“Shit, I’m late,” she panics, climbing off the bed, and putting her shoes on. I tuck my dick into my boxers and pull up my sweats, following her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I give her a tight squeeze.

“I know being apart is going to be hard, but we can get through it. After you graduate, you can come be with me, and all will be good in the world,” I say as she spins in my arms with tears in her eyes.

“I know. It’s just one year apart, and Thanksgiving will be here before we know it. Kick ass out there, Mr. Hockey Scholarship.” She smiles, pressing her lips to mine. I kiss her back before she steps away, throwing her hoodie over her head.

“Call me when you land!” she says, raising a brow, and I nod.

“I will, don’t worry. Get home before you get in trouble,” I tell her, and she giggles, then hops out of my bedroom window. I watch as she walks down the block to where she parked and gets in her car. I don’t shut my window until I see her taillights in the distance.

Pressing my head against the glass, I take a deep breath.

I really should cut her loose. My feelings for her are virtually non-existent.

It’s more of a comfort thing at this point than anything else.

We’ve been together all throughout high school, but I hate to admit that during senior year things changed between us.

She became distant and very focused on her dance career and less supportive about my hockey one.

I can’t just place the blame on her though.

Everything changed for me the summer before senior year.

I shake my head and walk over to my bed, not wanting to think about that time, at least not the reason why I did what I did to Zan.

I swear I pay for it every time I’m inside Leelee.

I end up fantasizing about him and it sucks.

It's not fair to her. I mean, she gets me off, but not like Zan did last summer, and I fucked that all the way up.

“Fuck!” I yell, as my voice echoes through the space.

Plopping back on my bed, I lean back against the pillow, looking around the empty room.

Everything I need for my first year of college has already been sent across the country, so all I need is my carry-on bag and I’m ready to take on New York.

I have no idea who my roommate is, but hopefully, it’s not some asshole I won’t get along with.

Guess I’ll find out when I get there. Rolling over, I set my alarm for a few hours from now so I can get to the airport early.

New York, here I come.