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“That’s it, Scott, give yourself into it. You’re just a hole for my cock.”

All rational thought disappeared.

Travis fucked my mouth as I tried to fuck empty air.

From the sound of his voice, it felt like he was about to come. His thrusts were becoming sharper, more jagged, and when I dared to look up, the sight almost took my breath away. He was looking at me not like athing, but like he was so fucking fond of me, like I was a fantasy, and fuck if that almost didn’t make me come in my pants.

My chest felt tight and warm. I wanted so bad to begoodfor him it was ridiculous, but I didn’t think, I didn’t allow myself to.

“I’m going to come, Scott,” he said, the warning clear in his voice.

I should have pulled back, but I didn’t want to.

I wanted to feel used by him.

Travis cursed as his orgasm started to hit, making him push against me harder, his grip tightening in my hair in the best way possible, until his crown was on my throat and I felt his hot come spurt into me.

I gagged a little bit, but I swallowed it quickly so I wouldn’t have time to be grossed out by it.

I just swallowed his come.

I tried to keep sucking on his length but Travis pulled back, his cock still wet and dripping, leaving a drop on my lips.

I leaned my head on his leg, breathing hardwithhim even though I was still harder than a rock.

“Scott—” he started, but I didn’t give him a chance to finish.

I got up and got out as fast as I could.

Then I went to the building where my first class was, got into the restroom, and jerked myself off like there was no tomorrow.

I just sucked Travis Ashford off.

I did it because I had to. I had to give in to temptation to try and make this madness stop.

But staring at my come-streaked hand and feeling—knowingit had done nothing to diminish the yearning, I promised myself I would never do it again.

Chapter 7

Scott

Ispent the next two days in a daze. I couldn’t stop remembering the way Travis had looked, dark and looming over me, pupils dilated and grip hard on my hair as he had plundered my mouth. Every so often, I would bring my fingers to my lips, still swollen from the harsh treatment, the silky feeling of Travis’s cock still vivid in my memory.

It fucked with my head. I’d wanted it to be a one-and-done thing, hoping it would take the edge off and let me live in peace for a while at least, but it had the opposite effect. I jerked off furiously in my dorm room when I was alone, in the shower (thank fuck for private stalls), and even in restrooms. My libido was more alive than ever and my poor cock was suffering the consequences.

Well, being bisexual wasn’t a question anymore—and if I was being honest, it hadn’t been for some time. It was also the least of my problems.

How the whole sucking-Travis-off thing had seemed like a good idea at the time, I didn’t know.

But it was over. I had to forgive myself and move on.

I went back to my normal everyday life, sliding into my perfect Prince persona, and set myself to forget all about Travis Ashford.

Butof coursepeople just wouldn’t let me.

“I was so shocked to see you with that Travis boxer, Scott. You make quite the pair! Whoever thought of that pairing was a genius,” Becca, a girl in one of my study groups, said.

“Yeah, I had to see it to believe it, I almost spit my drink when I saw the two of them wearing aprons together,” a guy named Richard laughed lightly, patting me on the back. “How did that even happen?”

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