Something’s finally happening with my dick, and Jesus, it’s past time.
As I get to my knees, Rooke grabs my arm and pulls me toward him. I stumble, a hand on Haven’s plump cheek to keep my balance. He’s fingering her asshole with his thumb.
Gone are his sweatpants.
His cock bobs thick and heavy in his lap, hard as a fucking rock. And as if desperate to prove itself, my cock twitches.
“Gang bang, huh?” Rooke says, mouth curled into a bemused smile. “Were you there?”
I flick hair out of my eyes with a snap of my neck, force my eyes back to Haven, pushing two fingers into her pussy and fucking her hard enough to make her gasp into the pillow.
“No. But my brother was. Entire football team, too.”
Now she’s crying. Big, heaving, wretched sobs that wrack her body.
“And you weren’t invited?” Bastian murmurs.
I shove my sweat pants down, stare at my cock as I grab it in a hand and start stroking. It’s barely a semi. I pick up the lube and squirt some over, stalling, acting like I know what the fuck I’m doing.
“She was done with me by then.”
Rooke puts his hand over mine, the one I’m using to get my dick hard enough so I can fuck Haven.
I stop, my breath catching in my throat. He’s not touching me, not really, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I haven’t just crossed a line here tonight—I’ve snorted two off Haven’s ass with her fucking professor.
Pretty sure I’m going to hell anyway.
Might as well enjoy the ride down.
He drags his hand down, forcing me to give my own cock a slow, hard stroke that’s pure fucking ecstasy.
“He’s lying…” His lips brush my ear.
Another slow stroke, and fuck, how am I turned on right now? It’s gotta be the coke, right? I’m not gay. Never in my fucking life have I looked at a guy and thought of fucking him.
Then again…I’ve never looked at another girl except Haven and thought that either.
Didn’t stop me trying to get laid, despite Haven calling me a loser inside my own head.
“What are you doing?” The words tremble out of my mouth.
“Your brother’s lying,” Rooke says, his sinister words followed by another slow pump of my cock.
He brushes his lips against my temple. Over the top of my cheekbone. The edge of my jaw. Every touch synced with a hard stroke on my slowly hardening, slowly growing cock.
“This girl’s as innocent as you are,” he says, his breath on my lips.
I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but when they pop open, I lean back so I can stare him right in the fucking eyes.
“Ezra’s bisexual, Kai.” Rooke drags both our hands off my dick, and then slowly, so fucking nefariously, wraps his fingers around my shaft.
I grab him, but for some fucked up reason, I don’t try to pull him off me.
“That’s bullshit.” I spit the words out, but they’re barely a whisper. I search his face for confirmation, but I don’t find it.
“Think all he did as my T.A. was staple some copies for me?” He shakes his head and starts working my dick like he knows it better than I do. And I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, struggling to keep myself in check, struggling to understand what he’s telling me and why this feels so fucking good.
“We fucked for months.”
