When the water was warm enough, I stepped over the lip of the tub and under the stream.
Albert had put me with the scholarship students and the children of the poorest and least influential families; Williams Hall was the worst dorm on campus and everyone knew it.
Val had been placed in the nicest dorm, which I was glad about because he got sick a lot, and this building would probably be bad for his health. I didn’t care where I had to live; as long as Val was in a nicer dorm, that was fine. I’d put up with so much from this bullshit excuse of a family that nothing fazed me anymore.
Actually, that wasn’t true.
A boy with a butterfly on his cheek and a blistering fire in his eyes had completely disoriented me in the best kind of way.
I wanted him to touch me.
No one had ever touched me before—I mean, not likethat, at least—and I wanted him to reach into my pants and wrap his long fingers around my dick.
What would that feel like?
I braced one hand on the wall and gripped myself, groaning as I pictured Reese, those pouty lips, those mean eyes filled with annoyance. I stroked myself in rough, quick movements, heat building in my balls as I imagined him standing in front of me, telling me to shut up, to spread my legs more as he moved his hand up and down my length, his frustrated voice vibrating against my skin as he bit into my neck and sucked so hard I started coming all over his hand, hips thrusting, chasing his touch as a deep moan was ripped from my throat.
I panted heavily and stared down at my cum-soaked fingers.
“Fuck.”
That was barely a fantasy at all, just ten seconds of imagining what Reese would be like, and I’d come so fast and hard my ears were ringing.
I laughed shakily and washed away the cum from the wall and my hand, finished up in the shower, then shut it off and stepped out.
I was rubbing the towel through my hair when the door abruptly burst open. I jumped and turned to find Reese standing there, completely frozen.
He had his hands on the zipper of his pants, like he was about to undo them.
He made a small sound of surprise, his eyes blew wide and his lips parted as he just stood there and stared at me. His gaze trailed down my chest, my stomach, and stopped at my dick.
For a really long time.
Those cheeks of his turned pink, then darkened to a deep crimson that spread everywhere—up his ears, down his throat, until he was blushing so hard he looked like a lobster.
My cock started to thicken under his intense stare, and this was probably the part where I was supposed to cover myself, the part where he left in a hurry, but neither one of us moved at all.
He just kept staring at my dick, like it had put him in a trance, and I just kept getting harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t tell if you’re traumatized or turned on,” I said, throwing the towel on the counter, trying not to touch myself.
Or maybe he would like that? I’d never know if I didn’t try.
Reese’s eyes flew up to mine, he made some kind of sound in the back of his throat, and then stepped out and yanked the door shut with so much force it rattled in the frame.
Damn it.
“Traumatized, then,” I muttered, then looked at myself in the mirror. I had a normal-looking dick, whatever normal meant. It was an average size, not a weird color, and my balls didn’t hang really low or anything.
I heard the door to the room slam, and tried tamping down my disappointment that he’d left entirely.
Well, at least the Reese in my fantasies liked my dick.
I’d take what I could get.
6
OF ALL THE PEOPLE IT COULD’VE BEEN, IT JUST HAD TO BE YOU
