I’m pretty sure if I try, I’ll die. I just press my head against the door and work my fingers along the length of my dick in time with the sounds coming from the other room, and I clench my jaw to make sure that I don’t make any noise to give away what I’m doing.
I don’t think I’m going to last as long as Zander. I can already feel my entire body tingling. He’s getting owned out there, and the noises he’s making really make it seem like he’s not in his own head, like he’s not in his right mind.
Like he’s flying.
He sounds so…
Free.
And then Kerian is demanding that he come, and it’s like he’s talking to me too because my body can’t resist. I jolt alive with pleasure as my dick twitches in my hand, and I scramble to make sure I catch the burst of cum as it shoots from my tip and makes my legs go weak. I don’t realize I’m sliding down the doorframe until I’m on my knees, body trembling and clenching, cock still pulsing little aftershocks of pleasure that I desperately try to keep contained.
Wrong.
Wrong… this is all wrong… but I’ve never felt anything sogood.
I’ve never been so… needy.
I’ve never wanted like this.
Kerian and Zandy’s low voices spilling through the door don’t reach my ears anymore—my head is fuzzed out, half addled with pleasure and half drunk on a thought that’s creeping its way into my mind.
I can’t.
I definitely shouldn’t.
I bring my clean hand up to stroke my bare chest, and the little tingles that had been so pleasurable earlier suddenly feel like tiny stabs of longing etching their way beneath my skin. Oh God… I’m probably in trouble.
I’m curious now.
Curious about how it would feel if someone held me down the way I imagined Kerian held Zandy down.
Curious about what it would feel like if I could just let myselfgo,get out of my own head. Even for a few minutes…
I want it.
The problem is… I’ve neverhadit before, and I have no idea where in the world I’m supposed to go toget it.
“Luca?” My eyes don’t lift from my phone screen, even though some part of me recognizes my name is being said. When a hand slaps against my shoulder, my head snaps up.
“Hm?”
“Were you listening to me at all?”
There’s a pause where I could confess my sins—my mind is so wrapped up in the memories of the night before, the way Zander had looked sex rumpled and totally fucked out when I finally came out of the bathroom… the sounds he made still echoing in my head… but…
“Yeah, I was.” My gaze tracks up to Dylan. He’s the TA in my psychology class, but we’re on friendly enough terms to meet up sometimes for lunch. His dark stare is obviously unconvinced.
“So you’ll do it?”
Do what? Dang it… now if I don’t keep up with the “of course I was listening”charade, he’s going to ask what had me so distracted, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to lie convincingly, so…
“Yeah, no problem.” I probably would have agreed to whateveritwas anyway. I know myself well enough to know that I don’t have the ability to tell people no when they ask me favors.
“Awesome. Listen, Professor Levine can be a total hard-ass, but it’ll look great on your resume. I promised Professor Quinton that I’d help him find someone, and you’re perfect.” He pushes a paper at my chest before I have a chance to protest, and beams at me.
Professor Levine.
I… have no idea who that is. When my eyes sweep down to the paper, I realize it’s a syllabus for a theater class, with a sticky note attached to the top. I pause at the words.
