“No. I just have big cumshots, Ollie.”
It’s exhilarating to talk about my explicit videos with another person.
Nobody else in my life has ever known.
Callum sure as fuck didn’t know, and I hid it from him like I was protecting a goddamn buried treasure.
It was something that wasonlyfor me. My outlet. My domain.
“Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” Oliver asks.
We’ve rounded the block once.
Truthfully, I didn’t have any goal in mind other than getting the hell out of Onyx House, but thereisactually something I need to do.
“Can’t a guy take his boyfriend out for a walk?” I ask him.
“I do like walking on Red Row.”
“Can’t believe you guys actually call this Red Row. Sounds like a street from a murder documentary about crimes in 1900s London, or something.”
“Red Row is a cool name. You just hate anything that has to do with Crimson College. Also,where the fuck are we going?”
“Ever been in a classic car?”
He sighs and gives up on trying to get the answer out of me. “No. Maybe. Does my mom’s old Land Cruiser count?”
“Do you have any idea how punchable you are, Oliver?”
“I assume you’re planning on taking a cheap shot at my jaw again.”
“No. You can bother me all you want, but if you didn’t actually drug me, you don’t deserve a sucker punch. Here.”
I pull his hand and lead him into the driveway beside Double Daggers House, walking up to Sevan’s black Mustang.
“Niko, I know Onyx has a playful rivalry with Daggers, but we don’t steal their fucking cars.”
“Is it stealing if I have the keys?”
I pull them out, jingling them in front of his face.
The snowflakes falling on his hair are so adorable it almost pisses me off.
Look at you, looking so perfect.
Fitting in at your college.
And your biggest problem is wondering if you’ll have a date to the winter parties.
Without thinking, I push him gently backward up against the side of the Mustang.
His ass hits the car and he pulls in a short breath, surprised by my sudden movement.
I push my hips forward, pinning him there and wedging my knee between his legs.
“Maybe I want to film you right here,” I murmur at him, reaching one arm around to squeeze his ass cheek. “Maybe I want to fuck you right here. Would you do that for me? Bend over and put your hands on the top of this car and take my cock in this perfect ass?”
“Keep dreaming.”
