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CHAPTER ELEVEN

EASTON

The look on Gary’s face said he didn’t agree, but he didn’t argue either.

He was still a little shaky, but he wasn’t pale anymore.

He was flushed, and when I trailed my gaze down his body to the erection tenting his pants, he went from pink to bright red.

It was funny. I liked his reactions from before, too.

He made these needy whimpers like I was sucking his dick, not his neck, and when I pushed a little and let him grind on my thigh, I thought he might come in his jeans.

The thought had me gripping myself to get some relief. Fuck, I was horny.

I eyed Gary, whose gaze had dropped to my hand and was currently staring at my dick with a hungry look in his eyes.

Technically, we were pretend boyfriends.

It’d only sell the story if we were hooking up.

Which was about as much justification as I needed.

I grabbed his wrist, tugging him out of the stacks and back to his table where his stuff waited.

“Grab your stuff.”

He did as I asked, even while questioning me. “Where are we going?”

Technically, I could bring him to my condo. It was more private. But then he’d know I had money, and I preferred he didn’t. I was still cautious with him. He didn’t seem like he recognized me or my last name, but people had played that game before.

“Your room.”

Hopefully, I could convince his roommate to fuck off for a little while.

Gary stumbled a little when I dragged him out of the library, and I had to slow down since his legs were shorter than mine.

He looked a little anxious, but I chalked that up to the confrontation from before.

He kept looking around uneasily, like he was worried that asshole would pop up again.

I almost wished he would. I would’ve loved an excuse to knock him out.

Breaking his nose wasn’t nearly satisfying enough.

The library wasn’t that far from the dorms, so we made good time.

He still looked uneasy when we stopped in front of the elevator, and he only relaxed when it turned out to be empty.

There was a story there, but I got the feeling it’d only piss me off, so I ignored it for now, crowding him against the wall of the elevator as the door slid shut behind us.

Finally, I got the reaction I was looking for.

Gary’s eyes dropped to my mouth and his pupils blew out.

His focus shifted from the anxiety part of his brain to the horny part, and when I dipped my head to go after the other side of his neck, he tipped his head to give me more room.

Pants and needy whimpers filled the elevator car, and the hand that wasn’t carrying his stuff clutched my arm tight enough that he’d probably leave bruises.

That was hot. Hopefully, he kept that up later.

I almost missed when the doors slid open until I heard a gasp and a chuckle.

Gary jumped and blushed hard, but I wasn’t embarrassed.

Who the fuck cared? I grabbed his wrist, ignoring the two guys waiting for the elevator, and headed down the hall.

I pressed myself against his back as Gary unlocked the door, smirking to myself at the way his hands shook as he set his stuff down on the futon.

This was way too much fun. I liked flustering him.

The room was empty when we got there, but that didn’t mean it’d stay that way. I held Gary’s hips, urging him toward his bed. “How long until your roommate comes back?”

“Uh…I–” He whimpered again when I nipped at him. “He’s got practice, and he hangs out with his friends afterwards. A couple hours, maybe?”

That worked.

My hands moved under his shirt, skating across the skin on his belly. He sucked in a sharp breath, leaning into me. All signs that he wanted more, but I wanted to make sure.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

He shook his head quickly, one hand catching my wrist to keep me from pulling away. “N-No, I don’t want you to stop. I just– I’ve never…”

Oh. Ohhh… That just made this so much more interesting. That possessive feeling roared to life, and I yanked him closer, growling low in my throat. Fuck, he made me feel feral. I wanted to possess every inch of him. I had to physically pry myself away from him, nudging him toward the bed.

New location unlocked. I’d never fucked in a loft bed before.

Gary’s expression was a cross between eager and nervous.

It made sense if he’d never had sex before.

I really liked how easy it was to read him.

He made sense. And it made me feel like less of a freak when I could understand him.

I grinned at his squeak when I palmed his ass on his climb up.

I couldn’t help myself. It was right there.

His breath was shaky, and his eyes were wide when I climbed up to join him.

I trailed my nose along his erection through his jeans while I moved over him.

When I was on top of him, my hands resting on either side of his head, I froze.

I couldn’t decide where I wanted to start.

There were too many possibilities. If I was going to ruin him, I wanted to be thorough about it.

“Easton…” Gary breathed, squirming beneath me.

Ah, fuck it. I’d cover the rest of my bases later. Right now, I needed to be inside him. That possessive part of me needed to make a claim. I wasn’t going to risk not being his first by dragging it out. No telling how long we’d have to play pretend before people got the picture.

Patience wasn’t really my strong suit, so I set to stripping him without a ton of fanfare.

If Gary minded, he sure as hell didn’t project it like the rest of his emotions.

He helped by lifting himself up to get his shirt off and again to divest him of his pants.

The material of his boxers was soaked around the tip of his dick, and he bucked his hips when I rubbed my thumb over the wet spot.

“Please…”

Ticking all my boxes, Gary.

If he wasn’t careful, I’d tie him to my bed and keep him there.

I ripped away the last of his clothes, taking in every inch of him.

He was thin and pale, but sexy as hell. I wanted to put marks all over his skin like I had on his neck.

His cock wasn’t huge, proportionate to him, and was leaking sticky precum all over his belly.

Good. I knew exactly how I was going to distract him from the stretching.

Stripping off my shirt, I tossed it over the side of the bed like I had with Gary’s clothes. I only paused long enough to fish out a couple of condoms and travel lube packets out of my wallet before stripping the rest of the way. Gary’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

“See something you like?”

He nodded quickly, stunned speechless. It was funny, and it only made things hotter that he was so damn eager.

I needed to get things moving, or I was going to lose my mind.

I didn't want to hurt him, he’d never done this before, which meant extra prep.

I couldn’t lose focus right now. No matter how badly I wanted to.

GARY

Things were moving fast so fast my head was spinning.

A few minutes ago, I’d been in the library studying, and now I was naked in bed with Easton.

It almost seemed too good to be true, and I had to pinch the skin on my hip to make sure it was really happening.

Easton pushed my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed.

I was more exposed to him than I had been to anyone else in my life, and my face blushed so hot, I was a little worried I’d get a sunburn.

He was staring, his eyes wandering over my body like he couldn’t decide where to start. He looked… hungry. Like he wanted to eat me alive. The thought only made me more desperate, and I squirmed, whining at him.

“Please, Easton…”

His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I got the feeling Easton liked it when I begged.

Resting his weight on his elbow, he reached between us, trailing his fingers over my erection, down, down, oh god he really was going straight to the point, wasn’t he?

I thought I’d freak out, but he wasn’t really giving me much time.

He overwhelmed me until I couldn’t think past the touches and what he was doing to me.

Maybe that was his intention. I liked it, though.

I didn’t want my nerves to cause me to chicken out.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever get this chance again.

With the way he was acting, I thought he’d be rougher, but he slowed down when he started touching me.

Light fingers teased my ass, rubbing my rim like a suggestion instead of a demand.

While he did that, his lips found my nipple and sucked hard, distracting me from his touch.

I cried out as pain and pleasure intermixed, sending my body some very confusing signals. Why did the pain make it better?

Easton’s hand disappeared for a moment, and when he came back, his fingers were slick with lube.

Nerves fluttered in my belly, but then Easton switched sides, giving my other nipple similar attention, and I squirmed under the assault, barely registering those gentle touches.

Pressure tried to grab my attention, but then teeth got involved and my vision whited out.

Easton was a genius. It was the only explanation on how he knew exactly how to distract me.

The burn was what finally drew my focus. It wasn’t a sharp pain, more uncomfortable, but it made me tense.

Easton hummed a scolding sound, nipping at my skin. “Relax.”

Easier said than done. I took a few deep breaths, trying to force my muscles to relax. I’d wanted this for years. I wasn’t going to scare myself out of the one opportunity I had.

“Good boy,” Easton murmured when my muscles relaxed and he could push his finger farther inside me.

It felt weird at first, but not bad. I did start to worry I wouldn’t like it because wouldn’t that just be my luck?

Finally get a chance to have sex only to find out I didn’t like it.

I’d had dreams about it and always wanted to try it, but I never tried it myself. It felt too awkward.

Like he knew I was getting too in my head about it, Easton set to distract me again.

This time by sucking on the head of my erection.

I cried out in surprise, nearly jackknifing off the bed.

I went from uncertain to on the edge in less than a minute, and it was only Easton pushing a second finger inside me that kept me from exploding.

The burning distracted me enough to keep me from embarrassing myself.

But only just. I writhed and moaned, the warm wet muscle teasing along my crown, making me want to sob with pleasure.

Easton pulled his mouth off, and his hand wrapped around the base of my dick, staving off an orgasm that was hovering just on the other side.

I sucked in a few breaths, grateful for the distraction, and when he added a third finger, I welcomed the burn.

If it kept me from coming too early, I’d take it.

The fingers inside me still felt weird, but it wasn’t that bad. But then Easton crooked his fingers, rubbing over a spot that made me see stars, and my opinion changed really quick. Good. So good. Oh, god, I was going to come.

“E-Easton!”

He squeezed the base of my dick again, stopping me from coming. My body shook with the effort of holding back, and tears spilled from my eyes. The need for release was so powerful, it hurt, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

When Easton’s fingers left me, I whimpered in protest. Easton’s chuckle brushed along my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine when he whispered, “Ready for me, Gary?”

This man was going to be the death of me. It was guaranteed. I was going to expire early from sexual overload. If he could just wait until I’d experienced sex for real first, I’d appreciate it.

The head of his condom covered dick nudged against my hole, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My eyes dropped, watching in fascination as he pushed my knees to my chest and slid the head of his dick inside me.

Even three fingers didn’t prepare me for this. It burned and stretched, and when he brushed against that spot again, all the fight I had to keep my orgasm at bay fled. I exploded with a scream, my vision whiting out as relief and pleasure flooded my system.