Page 38 of Antidote

Ollie smirks, his full lips mocking me. “Whatever you say, daddy.”

He pulls his boxers up his muscular thighs, and once he has them on all the way, I drag him out of bed and grab him by the arm, my grip tightening. “We’re fucking done here.”

I open the door to his bedroom and push people out of the way, looking for my doorknob, which is hidden behind a sea of nosy ass fuckers. Oliver struggles to get out of my grasp, and I tighten my fingers even more. When I finally get to my room, I shove him onto the bed.

“What the actual fuck was the point of that, Hunter?” he chokes out, his voice hoarse as he discreetly buries his face in my pillow. “Why am I here?”

Because I want you in my room.

My bed.

“Go to sleep, Oliver.”

“The fuck I will.” He laughs, getting up from the bed. But I’m too quick as I push him back down onto it and straddle his hips. “Get off me.”

“You don’t actually want that, do you?”

He freezes under me, then drops his hands to his sides. “I can fuck whoever I want, Hunter.”

“We’ll see about that,” I whisper, lightly wrapping one hand around his neck. His pulse hammers against my fingers, and I grin. I hate how fucking weak he makes me, how demented. Insanity is the only explanation for why I’m lowering myself to his face and running my nose over his cheek. “You know you wish it was me instead.”

Oliver snickers at this—at me.

“Nah, pretty boy.” I inhale sharply, taking in his vanilla cupcake scent. “You wish it was you.”

But we both know he wants it too, if the ridge of his hard cock digging into my ass is any indication. “Does daddy know his boy has a pretty little cock piercing?” I’m genuinely curious about how he got it. How it feels. How it would feel down my throat and?—

He grins and speaks softly, “You think it’s pretty?”

A grin slips free, and I want to slap myself for it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

We both stare at each other for what feels like forever, to the point where his blue eyes dilate as he observes my face. I try to ignore it—the need coursing through my veins—but it’s fucking impossible, and I can’t tamp it down no matter how hard I try. That’s why when his hands cup my face, I close my eyes. His lips are so close, only a breath away. I could press forward a few centimeters and close the space between us, and I almost do—I swear I almost do. But instead, I pull his hair back and yank him away.

He drops back onto the pillow with a whimper that goes straight to my dick, and I try my best to appear unaffected. “You’re not that lucky, Oliver.”

My dick twitches, and I know he feels it because suddenly he’s grinding his dick against my ass like his life depends on it. I feel myself thickening, my cock straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

Fuck.

“Alright,” I growl. “That’s enough.”

I get up from the bed and adjust my dick so no one can see how hard I am, and stop with my hand wrapped around the doorknob. “Don’t fucking come out again tonight.” Then I open the door and leave him behind.

Everyone goes silent as soon as the door opens, and I narrow my eyes on them as I close it behind me. “The fuck are you all staring at?” Everyone just stares at me, unmoving. “This is a party, so fucking party.”

Rather than talking to my friends, I walk over to the couch and rest my head back against the cushions. And this is exactly where I still find myself, hours later, even after the party is over. As I close my eyes and try to get some rest, all I see is Ollie grinding against me. All I wonder is how it would feel to have his piercings against my tongue, down my throat.

God, I’m so fucking fucked.

Jamie is looking intently at my canvas as I mix more paint to get Hunter’s eyes just the right shade. He still hasn’t said anything about the fact that he’s naked, yet I’m sure that’s next. It’s only a matter of time before Jamie meets him and realizes he’s real, especially if we keep hanging out the way we have been for the past few days—spending every moment together when we’re not in class.

My new friend is attractive, yes. With blond hair, light brown eyes, and a killer body, he’s honestly a wet dream. But unfortunately, my heart is owned by my bitch of a stepbrother, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I know the other night at the party must have given the impression that I was fucking Dylan just to get back at Hunter, but that wasn’t the case. I let him fuck me because I wanted him to. Because he’s hot as fuck, and I’m a human with needs that are not being met—and will not be met by the person I want.

Dylan is a thousand times better than ruining my newfound friendship with Jamie. So it made sense that when he grabbed my hand and all but hauled me toward my room, I let him stick his dick inside of me. And goddamn did it feel good. I don’t regret one single second.

I especially don’t regret it because Hunter had a little jealous bitch fit and ripped Dylan off me, further confirming that his hate only goes so far. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he doesn’t hate me in the slightest.

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