He licked and sucked me with teasing motions. Taking his time. I was far too impatient for that shit tonight. Holding tight to his hair, I thrust into his mouth, making him gag. My hips jerked again as I roughly fucked his face.
He made a muffled sound that seemed to be a protest. That only encouraged me. My pace quickened. My motions more aggressive. Over and over again, I rammed my cock down his throat. He gripped my thighs, pushing against me as if that would make a difference.
When I emptied my balls down his throat, I closed my eyes, thinking about Dom. Goddamn him.
“That was intense.” Prying my fingers from his hair, my play toy rose to his feet. He made as if to kiss me.
Since I wasn’t interested in that type of intimacy, I stopped him by spinning him around, pressing him against the bathroom counter. It wouldn’t take me long to get hard again. Not with the memories of Dom fighting that frat bro running through my head. Memories of him putting his hands on me, the wickedness that lurked in his eyes.
Pulling a condom from my pocket, I quickly sheathed my cock within it. Scanning the counter for something useful, I said, “Let’s see what passes for lube in this place.”
Twenty minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom, leaving my hookup behind to clean himself up. I felt fucking great. Exhilarated. And yet, something was missing.
On my way downstairs, I pulled out my phone to order an Uber. There was a message notification waiting for me. An unknown number.
Interested in doing a job?
Since I didn’t talk business on my personal phone, I replied telling them to contact my burner number. Not many people had it. Within minutes, my burner phone buzzed in my back pocket. A small prepaid flip phone that did fuck all other than text messages and phone calls. I didn’t need it for anything else.
Another text message.I need you to kill Dominik Taylor.
CHAPTER SIX
DOM
I really wasn’t in the mood for this shit today. As I walked into my first class of the day, I felt the immediate urge to walk right back out. Stray was already there, sitting in the back row. An empty seat beside him. Sucking it up, I took a deep breath and pushed forward.
I sat down next to him with an irritated huff. He looked me over, a brow quirking up.
“What’s with you today?” he asked. “You didn’t get laid on the weekend, did you?”
“Nope. I wasn’t trying to. Unlike you, I don’t need to constantly have my dick buried inside someone’s warm hole.” His chuckle had me glaring. I loved all of my friends but Stray really enjoyed being an antagonistic shit.
“I think that’s your problem,” he continued, pulling his laptop out of his bag. “If you spent more time in someone’s warm hole, you’d probably be less of a dick.”
At one point, I had gone through a phase of engaging in plenty of hook ups with random women. Although I’d never been the manwhore that Stray and Auryn were known for. I had no doubt that if Stray hadn’t fallen for Codie Edwards, he would still be fucking everything that moved.
“What can I say? I have standards.” I shot him a smug smile.
Stray scoffed. “Standards? I hardly think so. I know you’ve got it bad for Noah Cunningham. Why don’t you just fuck him already and get it over with? You’ll probably feel better.”
I froze. Even though I suspected all of my friends felt this way, Stray was the only one to voice it. I respected that. Even though it made me want to punch him in the face.
“Tread carefully, Stray,” I warned. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Pretty sure I do. We all see it, dude. No judgment. If you want him, have him. It might solve a lot of your problems and ours as a whole.” Sitting back in his chair, Stray eyed me curiously.
Between clenched teeth, I said, “It’s really not that simple.”
How could it be? Noah and I were enemies. Wanting to fuck each other didn’t change that. He and his friends had come after our crew. We’d killed two of theirs. I failed to see how fucking each other would help any of that. If anything, it would only make it all so much worse.
“Why not? The tension has got to be killing you guys. At some point, one of you will blow. And I don’t mean in the fun way.” Stray was serious now.
He had a point. This thing between Noah and I had to reach its peak at some point, didn’t it? What would happen then?
The arrival of the professor ended our conversation. Fine with me. I had nothing left to say on the matter.
Once the professor got into the subject matter, I was able to focus. Stray and I were taking investigative studies. Some students would use this material to pursue a career in the police force. I had no interest in being on that side of the law. It was theinvestigative side of things that intrigued me. I could see myself being a PI in the future.
