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CHAPTER 3

Damien

The hoodie hit the floor, and my fingers trembled even more as I reached for the hem of my basketball uniform top. I was shaking because I was cold—fuck this fever—but I was also shaking from the intense way Jett was staring at me.

Like he wanted to fucking devour me. And goddammit, I was going to let him. I needed him to touch me. I’d spent the past several minutes surrounded by his scent and burrowed beneath his blankets. I was so fucking hard, I couldn’t think straight.

This couldn’t keep going on like this. I knew hooking up with Jett could not only ruin his career but could also ruin my chances of playing pro, could get me kicked out of college when I had mere weeks left before I graduated, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. And with the way Jett was staring at me, his hand still stroking his thick cock, I didn’t think he had the willpower to stop this either.

Us being together was inevitable, and after damn near four years of torturing each other, it was time for us to stop dancing around this.

“I need a shower, too,” I rasped as I peeled my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor with his hoodie.

“Then get the fuck in here,” Jett growled, pushing the shower door open for me.

I didn’t waste a beat. I shoved my shorts and briefs down, and then, I was entering the steaming hot shower. Jett shut the door harder than necessary, and then, he was pressing me back against the shower wall, fitting his body against mine as he took my mouth in a hot, possessive kiss. He could definitely catch COVID from me, but neither of us cared.

This heat between us was too goddamn powerful.

“This is wrong,” he growled. But even as he said that, his mouth moved from mine and down my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. I whimpered when he sucked at a spot that made my toes curl. My hands grasped at his waist as I grinded against him, my breaths panting out of me.

“I don’t care,” I moaned, my hands sliding down his sides until they came around to grip his cock. He growled, sinking his teeth into my Adam’s apple. I cried out, precum spurting from my tip.

“If you keep touching me,” he snarled, shoving my hands away, “this will be over before it even starts. I was already so fucking close to coming when you interrupted.”

“Mad?” I breathed, sucking in a sharp breath of air when he spun me around to face the tiled shower wall.

“Not at all,” he promised, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Then, using his foot, he nudged my feet apart until my legs were spread to his liking. A shiver raced down my spine, and my nipples pebbled when he slid slick, soapy fingers between my ass cheeks. When he circled my rim, more precum leaked onto the floor, and my cock jerked.

“Jett,” I gasped.

“I have to stretch you, baby,” he rasped, pressing one slick finger inside of me. My head fell back, coming to rest on his shoulder. He licked a path up my wet neck before sucking my earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling on the flesh. I whined.

“I need you inside of me,” I panted.

“Hold on,” he murmured. “Let me stretch you, baby. I’m not hurting you. I fucking refuse to hurt you. Just be patient.”

When it came to Jett, patience was a virtue I seriously lacked.

I trembled as he worked me open, soft noises and whimpers spilling past my lips as he stroked my prostate relentlessly, forcing me to relax more and more for him so he could stretch me faster. But as soon as he deemed me ready, he braced his hand on the back of my neck, pinning me to the wall, then gripped my hips, dragging them back.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he ordered, his voice rough and strained.

I did so without hesitation, my hands reaching behind me to grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart so I was bared to him. My head was spinning, and I knew my fever was rising, but I needed this more than I needed to lay back down.

Besides, I knew Jett would never let me collapse.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his cock head pressed against my entrance, and then, he was sinking inside, filling me up. I moaned long and low, my eyelids drooping as my body stretched to accommodate him.

“So full,” I moaned brokenly. “Jett, fuck me. Please.”

“I am, baby,” he promised. He moved his arm from the back of my neck, only to wrap it around my torso. He pulled me up and hauled me back against him, pressing my back to his chest. And then, he fucked me, his cock pounding in and out of me with so much force and so fast, I went dizzy from it.

And when his hand fisted my cock, I was done for. I didn’t last more than two strokes before I was painting his hand and the shower floor, coming so fucking hard, tears streaked down my face and my entire body began to tremble from the force of it.

“ Fuuuck , Damien,” Jett growled in my ear. “You really needed to come, didn’t you, baby? There’s so fucking much of it.” He slid his hand up my torso, smearing my cum across my skin, and then, his hand was latching around my jaw, turning my head so he could kiss me.

“So fucking pretty, baby,” he rumbled, his hips beginning to fall off rhythm. I whimpered into his mouth, my chest tightening at his praise. “So fucking perfect . Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to make you mine .”

And then, he was coming, his cum splashing along my insides. My knees buckled, and we sank to the shower floor together. I sagged back against him, my legs too weak to hold me up any longer. Jett crooned something softly in my ear, but I was too tired and too cum drunk to really understand what he was saying.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I managed to hear him say as he shut the water off and stood from the floor with me cradled against his chest. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

Then, his lips were meeting mine in another kiss, this one much softer and slower. More tender.

And my heart damn near exploded in my chest.