Sev is right.
Every time I see him in the halls on campus, every time I pass him on the quad, every time we see each other at a party, he’s not going to let me forget the moment that I took his cum, and Ican’t fucking think about that otherwise I’m going to freak the fuck out.
I feel him throb again and a moment later it’s happening.
His body tenses as he pushes into me with one firm thrust, and then Sev is coming for me, losing control and groaning as he lets go.
I swallowlike I’m supposed to.
Because I’ve lost my mind.
I squeeze my fingers on his thigh.
Because I went way too far.
I servicedhim, like I was performing my duty for a tyrant ruler, on my knees in devoted worship.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck fuck.
My heart islike a sledgehammer in my chest as Sev’s breathing becomes steadier again.
His grip slowly loosens in my hair, and he gives it one last little squeeze before letting go.
My head goes slack.
As he slides his flagging cock out of my mouth, it’s like a thousand miniature explosions are going off inside me.
I want to kill him with my bare hands, and I also want so much more.
He pulls all the way out and turns away, looking out onto the damp balcony. The breeze blows along my spit-slick lips, cooling them, but every inch of my skin is still burning hot.
I swallow hard. My throat aches from being fucked like that, used like I was his toy.
The last thing he said is still floating in my mind, reverberating like a command:you should be thanking me, Weston.
“Thank you.”
The words fall out of my mouth unbidden, my voice gravelly and broken.
Don’t fucking say that to him.
What the hell is wrong with you?
He doesn’t turn back to look at me. He gazes out the window for another moment, the planes of his muscles highlighted against the dark backdrop of the room, and for a second he really does look like a carved statue.
Then he turns away.
He reaches for his pants and tugs them on, then the rest of his clothes afterward.
When I realize he’s heading for the door, I’m still on my knees with my cock out, precum falling from the tip, completely used.
He unlocks the door, swings it open, and steps out.
“Use the outdoor stairs to leave,” he calls back without even looking at me.
The door shuts behind him hard, and he’s gone.