I try his door, but it’s locked. I fiddle in his pockets, making sure to brush against his dick and ass as much as possible while he’s passed out on my shoulder, until I find his keys. I push into his dorm, and I snarl at the space. He deserves more than this. Better than sharing with someone I don’t approve of. I scan over the beds and pick the neater one of the two. I lay him down gently, so as not to wake him. I open the drawers at the side of his bed, scanning for items to determine whose bed is whose.
When I find a notebook with Leo written on it, I open it up, flicking through the pages. They’re drawings of buildings. They’re beautifully intricate, and I scan every page. There’ssomething so delicate about all the lines and edges that intrigues me.
I lean over to look at him. He’s so beautiful, so peaceful. I reach down and slide his boots off. I slowly slide my hand over the leg of his jeans and up towards his groin. I cup him, grinning as he stiffens in my hand. I slowly unbutton his jeans before dragging them down his legs and tossing them onto the floor. His grey boxers strain under his hard dick, and I rub my finger gently over the hard, hot bulge. His hips squirm, and I smile down at him.
I unbutton his shirt, splaying it open so I can see his bare chest; he’s toned and tanned, lean muscle. Unmarked, perfect. I lean over and slide my tongue around his nipple, and he groans as I suck it into my mouth, my gaze trained on his, his hips buck, and I slide my hand inside his boxers.
The bead of precum covers my thumb, and I try to resist the urge to take more, but I’m not a good man. I slide further down the bed. I tug his dick out of the front of his boxers, and I lick over the end. My eyes flutter at his heady scent, and I stare up at him as I wrap my tongue and lips around his hard shaft. I slide my mouth totally over him, enclosing him inside before taking him to the back of my throat.
The rumble that comes through my chest at his taste makes my dick pulse with need. I want to be inside him. I need to be inside him, but I can’t, not yet. I will have to wait until the wedding night. I take my phone out of my pocket and film him, the look on his face as I suck and slurp at his dick. The writhing he does against my face, the noise I make when his dick hits the back of my throat—I film it all. I rut against the bed, unashamed that this man here will be mine and that I actually feel something. I want him. I need him.
His breath stutters, his legs tense, and he fires his cum down my throat. I slurp every drop. I drink from him like he’sthe only thing I’ll ever taste again. As I slide my mouth off his dick, I’m panting, flushed and completely gone for this man.
I step into the kitchenette. I fill a glass with water and search for some painkillers. I place them at the side of the bed. As I look over his body, I hear scuffling down the hall. I step to the side of the door as it shoves open. His roommate and a girl stumble inside. I glance over at Leonardo, but he’s still passed out, his dick barely encased in his boxers, chest bare, and I can’t resist snapping another photo before I slip out of the open door.
His roommate and the girl collapse on the bed laughing, and I click the door closed as I step out into the corridor. I glance in both directions before flicking the collar up on my coat and making my way back to my car.
Now time to replay the video and form my plan. I need him sooner rather than later. I need to make this happen now.
Leonardo
Chapter Nine
I groan. My mouth is dry and scratchy. Laughing stirs me. Darius and some girl flop onto his bed, and I startle awake, sitting upright. I snap my eyes over to them, but I’m dizzy, disoriented, and clearly drunk. There’s a glass of water and two tablets on my bedside table, and I reach over to grab them. I don’t remember putting them there. I don’t remember getting home.
I stare down at myself. I’m half undressed, my dick is almost hanging out of my boxers, and I reach down and tuck it away. It feels strange, damp almost, but my addled brain doesn’t compute what happened or how I got here. There’s an unfamiliar smell, heady, masculine. I remember being at the club. I remember the drinks, so many drinks. Shit, I semi-panic at the cost, knowing I can’t afford that before exhaling outa breath and remembering him, my sister’s fiancé, paying for them all night. I must remember to say thank you.
Then I remember him saying they aren’t getting married. I take the tablets and flop back down; the smell engulfs me again, confusing and stifling. I tug at my shirt, bringing it to my nose. It’s my shirt, with an overwhelming smell—heady, masculine, expensive, classy, with a hint of cigars. I yank my shirt off and toss it on the floor.
Ihear Darius and whoever he has in his bed groaning and slurping at each other. I roll over, tugging the pillow over my head, and try to fall asleep before they start fucking, because Darius is fucking vocal and likes his women to be too. I really don’t need to hear any of that. I close my eyes and concentrate on passing back out, hoping for the best.
I’ve felt like shit all day. I’ve got a date with Lexi, though, and I can’t wait. It puts a little pep in my step as I head across campus to the coffee shop. I head straight to a booth at the back to give us some privacy. I flick through my phone until I see her push inside. She’s stunning—slim, blonde hair, so fucking beautiful—one of the popular girls, and I pinch myself, thinking how did I get this lucky that she would want to date me. It’s new, really new, but I think it could be something. I step out of the booth to greet her, and I lean in for a kiss, but she turns, and I catch her cheek. I pull back and stare at her. She gives me a slight shrug and slides into the booth, staying on the end of the seat soI can’t slide in beside. The waitress steps up to take our order, so I awkwardly sit back down opposite her. Once the waitress has gone, I smile at her and reach across for her hand, but she moves it and tucks her hair behind her ears.
“Something’s come up. I can’t stay. Do you have the coursework you promised me?”
“Erm, no… I… we went out, and I haven’t finished it.”
“When will you have it ready?”
“I… well… couple of days.”
She stands abruptly. “I have to go, Leo. Don’t let me down, okay.” She smiles at me and walks off. I stare after her for a few minutes. There’s a clunk on the table, and I look down to see the two drinks being placed on it. Great, I’m gonna have to pay for these now, and I don’t have cash to waste on stupid fucking pumpkin spiced fuckachinos.
I tip my head back and blow out a breath. I feel defeated. I want to buy her nice things to take her nice places, but I just can’t afford it. My grant only goes so far. I really need to get this year over with so I can move and start work, find my dream job. Maybe Lexi will come with me?
Bellino
Chapter Ten
I watch from the shadows as he follows the crowd, clearly still hungover. I grit my teeth. This won’t do. The first thing I will be putting a stop to is his excessive drinking. He saunters across campus, his earbuds in, leaving him vulnerable. Unaware of the dangers surrounding him. I wait until he heads inside the university, and I make my way towards his dorm room. Taking out my pick set. I jiggle the lock and step through the door. A pang of anger hits me that he shares this room with another man. I vow to make it my mission to get him out of here soon. I will make him realise he needs to be with me.
I lay down on the bed, breathing him in, staring up at the ceiling. A smirk passes over my lips as I climb to my feet, tugging out the tiny camera. I find the perfect spot on the ceiling. Climbing up onto the bed, I attach the tiny device, clicking on the app on my phone and checking the feed. I search through thedrawers, checking clothing sizes as I go. Then, when I’ve done all I can here. I leave the gift on the pillow, and I slip out back across the campus and wait for him to exit class. As my lil’ lamb follows the herd, I watch and wait behind him. Lurking.
He heads to the local coffee shop and slides into a booth at the rear. I’m too noticeable to go inside, so I slip in through the back and peer through the glass panel in the door.
“Sir, you can’t be in here,” a member of staff informs me. I spin on them, growling my reply, letting them know I have no intention of leaving. After a few minutes, a skinny blonde thing wanders in, all push-up bra and no brains.
He stands and steps around the table to greet her, going in for a kiss, but she turns at the last minute, thrusting her cheek in his direction. A flash of hurt spreads across his face, and I have to control myself so I don’t rip her Barbie head off. She sits opposite where he was sitting but she sits at the end of the seat so he can’t slide in next to her, and the waitress steps to the table to take their order. He looks nervous and takes his original seat.
