Page 24 of Forbidden Titan (North Shore Titans Hockey #4)

Chapter 23

Merci

The key Eli swiped from Viktor works perfectly, which is a fucking relief because breaking into my stepbrother's dorm through the window would've been way less sexy than I planned. Plus, his room is about three stories up, and while I may like hanging from silks, I’m definitely not about that parkour life.

I slip inside, closing the door behind me. The common area is spotless, everything in its place—no stray laundry, no empty takeout containers, not even a random sock flung in a corner. It’s annoyingly perfect, like a catalog photo for dorm living.

A Titans sweatshirt is draped over the back of a chair, a #1 on the sleeve. My eyes narrow, lips pressing into a thin line. I still can’t get over the fact Zach and Viktor are roommates. Not that I'm jealous or anything.

Okay, maybe I am. Sue me.

But I’m still trying to get past the fact that they fucked and it’s not easy .

Pushing my jealousy issues aside—I did promise Zach I’d work on them—I head toward the bedrooms. There’s a reason I broke in there, and it’s called payback.

Zach left me high and dry after our perfect date because someone told him sex would "taint the memory" or some shit.

Like seriously? Who even says that?

Though watching him try to explain it had been kind of adorable, all serious-faced while clearly frustrated by his own restraint.

My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket, grinning when I see the message.

Eli: Zach’s heading your way. Operation Cockblock is a go.

Perfect.

My roommate is turning out to be quite the little co-conspirator. Who knew he had such a devious side?

Tucking my phone back into the pocket of my skinny jeans, I enter Zach's room, closing the door slightly, even though I hate it. But I doubt my stepbrother would want there to be an audience for what I'm about to do .

The soft thud of my backpack hitting the floor fills my ears as I take in the room. Everything in here screams Zach. Each book is perfectly aligned on the desk, the bed’s meticulously made, even the faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air.

It’s not warm or cozy, more like a carefully curated display. As if this is the one place he can keep from unraveling.

I crouch and unzip my bag, pulling out the collar I’ve been holding onto for weeks. The leather feels supple under my fingertips.

My already half-hard dick is now fully erect.

I strip out of my clothes, only leaving on the black mesh crop top with "Heart Breaker" scrawled across the chest in holographic letters. The fabric barely counts as clothing, teasingly sheer, my nipples hard and visible through the material. I glance down, tracing a finger over one of them, smirking.

Maybe it’s time to get them pierced. Bet that’d drive Zach insane.

Grabbing the collar, I fasten it around my neck, my dick twitching the second the material touches me. Guess wearing this thing so often has conditioned me in all the best—and dirtiest—ways.

I run my fingers over the D-ring, exhaling deeply. The only piece that’s missing is the leash. If only Zach hadn’t taken it with him that night. No clue where he’d even keep it.

Tempting as it is to try and find it, I don't have time to search through his drawers. I'm on a tight schedule.

Reaching back into my bag, I pull out a suction cup dildo—well-loved but still ready for action—and a bottle of lube. After slicking up my fingers, I press one inside, the stretch both familiar and satisfying.

I take my time, teasing myself as I work in a second finger, then a third, scissoring them slowly. My breaths come heavier, but I don’t rush it. This isn't about getting off. It's about driving Zach absolutely out of his fucking mind.

Satisfied with my prep work, I slide my fingers out and grab the dildo, then give the suction cup a quick lick to make sure it sticks properly. I press it firmly against the floor near the foot of Zach’s bed and stare at the seven inches of silicone glory standing at attention. It’s not as impressive as Zach’s pierced masterpiece, but hey, it’ll get the job done.

My thighs burn as I sink down onto the toy after slicking it up, and fuck if the stretch doesn't feel incredible. I've barely started a rhythm when the door to the dorm opens.

Show time .

Heavy footsteps approach, then halt abruptly. I arch my back, tilting my hips to give him the perfect view of where the dildo stretches me open, sliding up and down with obscene ease. My head turns, lashes fluttering as I peer over my shoulder.

Zach stands in the doorway, his gym bag sliding off his shoulder to hit the floor with a thud. His steel-gray eyes are dark and intense as they rake over my body. His nostrils flare, his jaw twitching slightly.

Giving him a slow, wicked smile, I roll my hips in a deliberate, filthy rhythm, the dildo sinking in deeper. A breathy moan slips past my lips, this one not exaggerated in the slightest. "See something you like?"

"What do you think you're doing?" His tone is low and measured but with a gravelly undertone.

I lean forward, grinding harder on the toy, biting my bottom lip to keep a moan from spilling out as the angle shifts just right. "Since you wouldn’t fuck me after our date, I had to take matters into my own hands. Or should I say, into my own ass?"

Zach’s jaw clenches, the muscle ticking like a warning light, and his eyes darken to something feral. He steps forward, slow and deliberate. "Keep going."

"Too scared to join in?" I slow my movements deliberately, barely rocking on the toy. “Or did someone give you bad advice again? Did they tell you to wait three days or some shit?”

His chest rises and falls faster than usual as he reaches out, wrapping a hand around my throat just above the collar. He leans over, his lips brushing against my ear. "Put more effort into it. Show me what a desperate slut you are. I know you can ride that dildo better."

My head tips back as his grip tightens slightly, and I pick up the pace, bouncing harder on the toy. The stretch is perfect, the friction igniting every nerve ending. “Bet you wish it was your fat dick in my ass.”

When he lets go, I almost cry out at the loss of his touch until he steps to the side and pushes down his maroon joggers just low enough to free his dick. “What did I tell you about that sassy mouth?”

“Shut it or you’ll fuck it.” I bite my bottom lip and wink at him.

My gaze drops to the metal balls of his Jacob's Ladder, and my mouth waters. He wraps a hand around the base and rubs the head across my lips, smearing precum across them. My tongue darts out for a taste, but he pulls back just enough to deny me.

"Fucking tease." I growl, trying to chase his dick with my tongue as I rock harder on the dildo, my tight asshole clenching around the thick shaft.

"Open. "

"Wait.” I slow for a second, and stare directly into his eyes. "Three taps on your thigh means stop. That way you don't have to read my body language and you'll know for sure if I need you to stop."

Something flickers across his face—surprise, maybe even gratitude—then he nods. We're learning each other, finding ways to work with our issues instead of around them.

I open wide and he pushes in, the metal of his piercings dragging along my tongue, the sensation a sharp contrast to the heat of his dick sliding between my lips.

He starts with slow, shallow thrusts that have me whining for more. The dual penetration drives me wild, my own neglected erection throbbing and leaking. I can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as he fucks my face, using my mouth for his pleasure.

"Such a greedy cock sleeve, taking it from both ends like a little slut. Bet your cock is drooling all over my floor."

I moan around him, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat. Spit dribbles down my chin as he picks up the pace, slamming into my throat with brutal force. Black spots dance in my vision, pleasure spiraling higher and higher until I'm floating.

“Milk my cock with that slutty throat.” He fists my hair and fucks my mouth harder, the sound of sloppy slurps filling the room. “Fuck, your mouth was made for sucking me.”

My neglected dick throbs harder, and I spread my knees wider, riding the dildo like an uncoordinated feral animal.

Zach pushes all the way in, my nose pressed against his trimmed hair, and he groans loudly, the sound vibrating through me. My throat contracts around his hard length, the edges of my vision getting darker.

Just before I hit my limit, I tap his thigh three times.

Zach immediately pulls out, and my chest heaves as I gulp in air, drool running down my chin and a string of spittle trailing from his crown to my bottom lip.

He sits on the edge of the bed and holds out his hand. “Come here.”

I lift off the dildo and whimper at the loss, my body already feeling empty. But I don't hesitate to climb onto his lap, desperate to feel him again.

When he shifts, trying to nudge me off, I dig my fingers into his thighs and hold on tight, refusing to budge. “What’s wrong?”

"Need a condom."

“I. . .” My breath stutters, my heart pounding like it might break free. “I got tested last week. I’m clean, so if you want. . . ”

The silence stretches just long enough to make me squirm as he stares into my eyes. “Merci—”

"Fuck me without one," I beg, rolling my hips against his cock. "Please. I want this."

“You sure?”

I nod vigorously. “Please.”

He maneuvers me around so my back presses against the solid warmth of his chest. He grabs behind my knees and I help line his dick up with my needy hole. Then he pushes inside.

My breath catches, a sharp cry spilling from my lips as he fills and stretches me. His piercings drag over places the dildo couldn’t touch, sending shocks of pleasure racing through me. My head falls back against his shoulder as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, Merci.” He pulls my knees up more, opening me further as he thrusts hard and deep, like he’s claiming me with every movement. The world blurs, shrinking to just this—his body, the heat of his breath ghosting over my neck, the way his words cut through me like fire.

He lets go of my knees and hand wraps around my throat, not too tight, while the other finds my dick, stroking it with a rhythm that matches his thrusts. I’m lost in a sea of sensations, each one amplifying the other until I’m nothing but raw, pulsing pleasure .

“Such a tight little hole. It’s mine. All mine.” He’s fucking me like he owns me, like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else.

And honestly? He’s succeeding.

“That’s it. Take my cock like a good little slut, Merci.”

"Fuck yeah." I throw my ass back, trying to meet his thrusts, then fuck into his fist, my hands on his thick thighs for leverage. "Give it to me, you dirty bastard. Fuck me like you mean it."

"I mean it. Every. Fucking. Word.”

My balls draw up, my abs coiling tight. "Fuck, I'm close. Make me come, Zach. Make me come on your dick."

His grip on my shaft tightens as he jerks me harder, his other hands palming my balls, all while he changes the angle he fucks into me. I reach back, wrapping my arms around his neck as my legs start to shake.

"Come for me, Merci."

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my vision whiting out as I clench around him, screaming his name.

He grunts and growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic until he pushes in deep one last time. He tenses, letting out the filthiest, deeply feral sound I’ve ever heard as he fills me.

"Damn, Feisty Mouse wasn't kidding."

Viktor's voice coming from somewhere in the dorm makes me jolt. The door is half open but no one’s standing there, thank God. Though, part of me wants to gloat and throw in his face that Zach is mine now.

“Don’t make me come out there and kick your fucking ass.” The deep rumble of Zach’s voice makes my dick twitch.

Of course, I find his threats sexy. I mean, hey, everyone loves a dangerous man.

“Yeah, yeah. Heading to Becks’ place for the night so you two can continue keeping the rest of the floor up. And here I thought I was loud. Damn, Knight. Never knew you had it in you.”

Zach snarls, and I chuckle.

He gently lifts me off, setting me down on the bed with a tenderness that makes my limbs go weak. For someone who once wanted to kill me, he sure knows how to make a boy feel special.

My heart flutters when he peels off his shirt and uses it to clean up my abs and his hand. Like I’m something precious. Something worth cherishing and protecting.

After tossing his ruined shirt aside and tucking me under the covers, he walks to the bedroom door and pushes it wide open.

The gesture is so small, so simple, but somehow, it hits me harder than anything else tonight.

The mattress dips as he climbs in, pulling me against his chest. I melt into him, feeling stupidly safe and weirdly emotional. No one's ever held me like this—like they want to keep me.

And I’ve never felt more . . . dare I say it . . . happy?

The steady thump of Zach's heart lulls me toward sleep. My eyelids grow heavy as my breathing slows, and I nuzzle closer, lips grazing his skin. “I love you.”