I want him to take me apart, rough and fast, and then go slow, push in deep and just hold it there, make me beg for it.
I want his mouth on my neck, teeth scraping my skin, and his voice in my ear, telling me how much he likes this, how good I am for him.
The pressure builds, intense and overwhelming, and I think I might actually die from how good it feels. My vision swims. My chest tightens. My ass clamps down on my fingers, and something hot and electric pulses outward from where my fingers press inside me.
“Drew,” I moan, not caring that I’m alone, not caring that this is supposed to be an experiment. “Oh, fuck, Drew, please…”
I’m so lost in the sensations that I don’t hear the footsteps in the hallway until?—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
My entire body jolts at the sudden pounding on the door—unmistakably Chad’s aggressive knock, the same guy who blasts EDM at midnight but apparently needs silence now.
“Dude, keep it down in there!”
My fingers jam hard against my prostate, and that’s it, I’m done for. My cock jerks wildly, untouched, as the first hot splash lands across my cheek. I gasp, eyes flying open just in time for the second pulse to hit my parted lips. I taste salt as another spurt arcs impossibly high, landing warm and wet against my hairline, trickling down toward my eyebrow.
Chad bangs on the door again. “I said, ‘Quiet down!’ Some of us are trying to study!”
“Sorry,” I croak out as I ride the waves of aftershocks. “I’ll keep it down.”
“You better,” Chad mutters, his heavy footsteps retreating down the hall.
I lie there for a moment, processing it all. I fingered myself for the first time. I came hands-free. I gave myself an accidental facial because my floormate startled me.
And it wasincredible.
Slowly, carefully, I extract my fingers, wincing at the empty sensation left behind. I grab tissues from my nightstand and clean my face, trying not to think about how lewd I must look right now.
I check the clock. I still have enough time to shower, change my sheets, and pretend I didn’t have a sexual awakening on what was supposed to be a lazy afternoon before Ryan gets back.
PART III
MARCH
AN EMAIL FROM THE ICE QUEEN
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Another Charity Event Opportunity
Oliver,
I’m reaching out again due to the overwhelming success of our charity roller disco event, which raised $1.2 million! The Berkeley Shore Community Foundation is proposing another fundraising opportunity, this time to benefit the Cancer Ward at Berkeley Shore General Hospital.
We’re inviting athletic teams and Greek organizations to participate in a sensual art performance at the Berkeley Shore Convention Hall (the same venue as Skate with a Barracuda Night downtown).
We’re specifically requesting participation from:
Hockey Team
