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He’stoo much.

My hand slaps to the wall above his head, my body shuddering as I milk every last drop of my orgasm into his waiting mouth. He starts to close his lips when a wicked thought streaks through my mind.

My hand comes down and I catch him by the jaw again.

“No. I don’t think so.” Panic streaks through his gaze—he has a mouth full of cum and no idea what to do with it until I drop my hand below his chin and snap my fingers before flattening my palm. “Give it to me.”

He stares, his face going red, and then lowers his head and spits the sticky mixture of my cum and his spit into my palm. It’s a hot mess, sliding over my fingers and falling to the floor, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fucking love it.

Zander has to swallow twice before he manages to speak, and his voice is husky, his throat wrecked when he does.

“What the fuck?”

“Stand up.” The demand falls from my lips, but I’m not a total asshole. I take him by the hair and pull it, helping him to his feet with the sound of another whine tearing from his lips. He watches me with fucked-out eyes and a swollen mouth as I unfasten his jeans and stick my slicked fingers down the front of his briefs.

“Kerian, I—” Whatever he might have said dies a quick death on his tongue when I wrap my hand around his cock and jerk him hard and rough with my wet fingers. He’s so hard I almost have sympathy pains, so eager his head instantly falls forward against my shoulder and I have to wrap one hand around his waist to keep him standing.

It only takes a minute—the hitch of his breath and the choked little gasps give him away a second before his body tenses and he comes all over my fingers, all in his jeans. The pulse of his dick in my hand is intoxicating, almost too much. My own twitches, telling me I could easily go for a round two.

Three.

I could fuck around with Zander forever and I’m not sure I’d ever get enough.

When he goes limp in my arms, I pull the sticky mess we’ve made out of his pants and hold my hand up. It takes him two tries to raise his head up to see when I starttsking.

“What a fucking mess.” I dip my fingers forward, sliding two of them past his lips to paint his tongue with the flavor of our combined orgasm.

And Zander“I’m not gay”Braithe sucks on them before he realizes what he’s doing and pushes me back.

“Fuck.” He still sounds hoarse as he fastens his jeans and tries to hide the wet spot in front of them. “I… oh,fuck.”

I shouldn’t be so enraptured by the panic on his face. Shouldn’t be drunk on pleasure and wantingmore.

And I shouldn’t bring my fingers to my mouth to deliberately take a taste of us. He pauses mid-motion, his eyes wide as they track the movement, his shoulders swaying back as his body sags against the wall.

When his lips part in shock, I smirk and drop my hand, adjusting my jeans and listening to see if there’s anyone in the bathroom while Zander tries to catch his breath.

When the coast is clear, I step out of the stall like I didn’t just fuck his brains out against the wall and go to the sink to wash my hands.

For a second, there’s nothing but silence behind me. I hear the rustle of clothing and the door closing… and then Zander steps past me and streaks out of the bathroom like there’s a wolf chasing after him.

I turn, knowing he’s right. I’m not letting him get away that easily.

I give him a few seconds head start before I take off after him, and I find him already heading towards the door.

A grin starts to slip across my face until I see an enormous guy slide one hand around his waist, pulling him close and whispering something in his ear.

Zander’s face goes pale… and my vision goes red.

ChapterSeven

ZANDER

“Wasthat you in the bathroom? On your knees, gagging on dick? Sounded hot,” the stranger says in my ear. I look up at him, panic setting in again. But thankfully the man looks older, like he’s in his mid-thirties, not someone from our school. I don’t want it to get around that I’m blowing people in the bathroom.

How did he know? Maybe my shoes were visible under the stall? Or did he see Kerian shove me into the bathroom? I’m sure most people saw how I—a six-foot-two, two-hundred-pound man—was muscled into the bathroom by a man equally as large. Maybe he deduced what we were doing in a stall together.

His comment takes me off guard before I get my bearings and shake his hand off, my panic fading. “No, you fucking weirdo. Don’t ever touch me?—”

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