Page 3 of The Frathole

But I’m not finished, and another burst escapes. I roll my head back, shouting as it rips right through me, my muscles locking up as I finally manage to spend it all. I can barely see straight, the climax still rocking me as I’m left with the scent of lavender and vanilla mixed with my sweat.

“Wow,” Dani says, sounding impressed as hell.

I glance down. “You beauties look like satisfied customers.”

They look at one another before Em says, “More than satisfied, but you made a mess.”

I examine the sheets, noticing how much cum I got on them. “Fuck,” I mutter as I think about the rule I violated.

“What?”

“Um, well…”

Before I have a chance to explain, I hear the lock turn behind me, and the door opens. Marty stands in the doorway, his face red as I’ve ever seen it, giving me a death glare. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

I chuckle nervously. “Hey there, roomie.”

2

Marty

“I’ve fucking hadit up to here with this guy,” I say to the group I’ve gathered in Lance’s room for the emergency meeting.

Lance is Alpha Theta Mu’s sitting president, my best friend, and the guy I’m hoping can find a solution for our Ryan problem. He sits at his desk while his boyfriend and Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty, stands at his side.

“Me?” Ryan says. “You should get penalized for how rude you were to my guests.”

“How was I rude? I took you in the hall to fuss, let them get dressed and leave, before dragging your ass down here to sort this out.”

I had just finished up at the party. Had a great time and was ready to head to bed. If Ryan had so much as left the door hanger out so I would’ve known what was going on in my room, at least I wouldn’t have barged in unannounced. Although, now that I know what he was doing on my bed, I’m glad I did. These past few weeks Ryan’s proven he has no interest in following the house rules, and at this point I’m absolutely seething.

For the most part, since the Sigma Alpha fire, sharing space with them at Alpha Theta Mu has worked out. Everyone except Ryan has been easy enough to get along with, but if he can’t get his act together, he has no right to stay under our roof.

Keegan searches around uncomfortably. He’s Ryan’s Sigma Alpha buddy and only joined this emergency meeting because we ran into him as I was urging Ryan toward Lance’s room.

“Maybe you should have gotten dressed with your friends,” Keegan says as he passes Ryan a pillow from Lance’s bed.

Since I was busy fussing at Ryan about his transgression before hauling his ass across the house, he didn’t really have time to get dressed, so he just stands there, in the buff, though like when he’s hanging around my room, he’s not self-conscious about it. If I were a football player stacked with muscle like Ryan, I probably wouldn’t be either.

As Ryan obstructs the view of his dick with the pillow, Lance cringes. “Wait, he’s gonna get his cum on my pillow.”

“Now you know how I feel since this guy soaked my duvet with his jizz,” I snap.

“We could’ve swapped our covers out for the rest of the night, dude,” Ryan says.

“Yeah, because I’m sure the one on your air mattress issosanitary and semen-free?”

“My semen’s always free,” he quips.

“Oh, you’re real funny tonight, aren’t ya? Doesn’t even matter. I have a spare duvet—as you know from the last time this happened.” I’m so pissed, I can feel the heat radiating from my face, down my neck.

Ryan’s got this twinkle in his eyes, clearly enjoying goading me. “It’s so cute how jealous you are that I was fucking around with two beautiful women while you were thinking about the next wank you were gonna get in.”

It’s like he stuck a hot poker in my chest. I step up to him, which is comical since the guy’s, like, four inches taller than me, and even if he wasn’t, with a body like his, he could effortlessly squash me like a bug. “Not everyone aspires to be the biggestmanwhore in the house.”

“But if there was a competition, I’d probably win. Well, maybe aside from Dax.”

Dax is a Sigma Alpha who has plenty of fun but is at least cool and considerate of our rules.