Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
And so was I since I got to play with it.
I leaned in and licked the leaking pink tip. Jay shuddered, falling back against the stall wall. It shook slightly, but it sounded like we were still alone. I wasn’t sure for how much longer, but if we stayed quiet, then…
Jay grabbed the base of his cock and balls in one hand. I opened my mouth and swallowed him down until my lips could kiss his knuckles. He let out a loud “fuuuhhh,” which was only covered by a beat drop in the techno song playing through the bathroom speakers.
I swirled my tongue around him and couldn’t stop myself from stuffing a hand in my own pants. I had to jerk off to this. It was too fucking good.
Unfortunately, in another life, I must have walked under a ladder while thirteen black cats ran directly across from me and caused me to trip and fall, dropping the box of one hundred mirrors that had been propped up next to the ladder.
Because right as I was about to pull my dick out and have the time of my fucking life, a loud group of guys rolled into the bathroom, their hoots and hollers echoing around the black walls. One of them had a distinctive, high-pitched laugh that sounded a lot like a hyena.
“Shit. That sounds like Timothy,” Jay said, suddenly looking scared. Way more scared than he should have been, considering I had his dick still halfway down my throat. “He’s in my microbio class. He’s such a huge gossip. If he even suspects anything…”
“Got it,” I said, except it came out like, “Mhmp ait.”
I took his dick out of my mouth and wiped my lips. “Got it,” I repeated. “Let’s wait till we get back to the dorms. More comfortable there anyway.”
I got back up to my feet and gave him a few extra strokes, enjoying how his eyes rolled back in bliss. Then I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to my thick bulge, kissing him with a quick bite to the bottom lip.
“Besides, you’re going to have to take care of this for me.” I cocked a brow. “It’s something that people who are ‘just roommates’ tend to do. Trust.”
“Oh, Ry, please, I didn’t mean—”
But it was too late. I was already out of the stall, giving him time to exit after me so that no one got suspicious.
I could already picture the flush in his cheeks, the fluster in his voice as I walked out.
God, I loved fucking with him.
I had a feeling that I was going to love fucking him too.
Chapter Nine
Jay
I shouldn’t have pregamed with Maddy and had those four shots of tequila before we left her apartment.
I shouldn’t have chugged the first beer that was handed to me, quickly sipping the second one.
I shouldn’t have let my guard down, hung out with Ryan so publicly, been introduced to his friends.
And I especially shouldn’t have been stuffing my dick down his throat in the Shenanigan’s stall.
But… fuck, I wanted to do it again. And again and again and again and again.
It was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. I wasn’t a virgin, and I didn’t lack much self-confidence, so I’d hooked up with a good number of guys before, but none of them could ever compare to the kind of intoxicating rush I was hit with the second Ryan wrapped his lips around me. It was fucking nirvana. Cockvana?
Shit… was that where that car sales company got their name?
“What do you want to drink?” Ryan asked as he leaned against the bar. The purple lights above him made his bright green eyes glow an otherworldly kind of color.
It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
God, I needed to get my dick back into his mouth before my balls exploded.
I looked at the bartender, trying to ignore the ache between my legs. “What do you recommend?” I asked.
The bartender, a taller guy with brown hair and a charming smile, leaned forward. “I’ve been known for my Screaming Orgasms, although I do usually reserve them for my boyfriend.” He flashed a cheeky smile and looked over to a quieter guy sitting next to me. He dropped his head, his cheeks blushing red. But there was a smile there. “I’m Perry, by the way. Have I seen you before?”
“I’m pretty new on campus,” I said. “And I think I’ll take a Screaming Orgasm.” I tried to ignore the dull ache between my legs.
“One Screaming O coming right up,” Perry said, grabbing a bottle and twirling it in his hands with impressive ease.
Ryan leaned into me. “If that’s what you wanted, then we should have stayed in the bathroom stall a little longer.”
My cheeks burned. The ache grew stronger. I trained my gaze on the shelves of expensive liquor that was mostly untouched, everyone usually going for the cheaper options. A breeze carried in from the nearby ocean made Ryan’s cologne waft in my direction, giving my knees another reason to buckle.