Page 18 of Of Pranks and Passion

Surprise made my head whip up. He looked annoyed, which, fair. He didn’t ask for any of this. I wasn’t even sure he was gay. But he was willing to pretend to keep me safe, and it meant a lot to me. And I wasn’t stupid enough to refuse his offer.

“Thank you…”

He grunted and shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s whatever.” He studied me for a moment, and his eyes narrowed. “Show me your neck.”

I frowned, lifting my chin. “Why?”

“The hoodie should be clear enough, but if it’s too hot to wear it, they need more proof you’re taken.”

That didn’t explain anything. Not until he dipped his head and bit down on my neck. A startled squeak melted into a moan as he started sucking there. All the blood in my body pooled south until I was so hard it was painful. I whimpered, clinging to him, no longer trembling from fear, but from arousal instead. No one had ever given me a hickey. No one had even kissed me. The farthest I ever got was innocent hand holding. I wasn’t saving myself or anything, I was just awkward. It was hard to get a date when I was too nervous to look cute guys in the eye.

Easton didn’t seem like he was in any rush to stop, and I didn’t want him to. Not when I was finally getting attention like this from someone I was crushing on. When his thigh pressed between my legs, I nearly came on the spot. I ground against him on instinct, precum pooling in my underwear. Oh god, I was so close already. I was going to embarrass myself and come in my jeans.

He ripped away suddenly and gave me his back, pulling a book off the shelf and flipping through it. I was confused and a little dizzy from that interaction, so I had no idea what was goingon until I heard footsteps and the voice of the librarian at the end of the row.

“Finding what you’re looking for?” she asked suspiciously.

Easton grunted, and I heard the pages flipping casually. “Maybe. The assignment was on Marxism, but this reference seems biased.”

She paused for a minute, probably trying to decide if he was lying, but eventually, she backed off. “Most books are. That’s why you need several to get a more overall understanding. Do you need help finding more?”

Easton shook his head, leaning a little more against me. It squished me against the bookcase, but from the way he was leaning and how much bigger than me he was, I could tell he was hiding me from the librarian. Which I was grateful for, because I was still achingly hard, and it would take me a few minutes to get my body to calm down.

The librarian’s footsteps walked away, and Easton’s shoulders relaxed. When he looked over his shoulder, I thought he’d look annoyed, but he had a smirk on his face.

“That was fun.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

EASTON

The lookon Gary’s face said he didn’t agree, but he didn’t argue either. He was still a little shaky, but he wasn’t pale anymore. He was flushed, and when I trailed my gaze down his body to the erection tenting his pants, he went from pink to bright red. It was funny. I liked his reactions from before, too. He made these needy whimpers like I was sucking his dick, not his neck, and when I pushed a little and let him grind on my thigh, I thought he might come in his jeans. The thought had me gripping myself to get some relief. Fuck, I was horny.

I eyed Gary, whose gaze had dropped to my hand and was currently staring at my dick with a hungry look in his eyes. Technically, we were pretend boyfriends. It’d only sell the story if we were hooking up. Which was about as much justification as I needed. I grabbed his wrist, tugging him out of the stacks and back to his table where his stuff waited.

“Grab your stuff.”

He did as I asked, even while questioning me. “Where are we going?”

Technically, I could bring him to my condo. It was more private. But then he’d know I had money, and I preferred he didn’t. I was still cautious with him. He didn’t seem like he recognized me or my last name, but people had played that game before.

“Your room.”

Hopefully, I could convince his roommate to fuck off for a little while.

Gary stumbled a little when I dragged him out of the library, and I had to slow down since his legs were shorter than mine. He looked a little anxious, but I chalked that up to the confrontation from before. He kept looking around uneasily, like he was worried that asshole would pop up again. I almost wished he would. I would’ve loved an excuse to knock him out. Breaking his nose wasn’t nearly satisfying enough.

The library wasn’t that far from the dorms, so we made good time. He still looked uneasy when we stopped in front of the elevator, and he only relaxed when it turned out to be empty. There was a story there, but I got the feeling it’d only piss me off, so I ignored it for now, crowding him against the wall of the elevator as the door slid shut behind us.

Finally, I got the reaction I was looking for. Gary’s eyes dropped to my mouth and his pupils blew out. His focus shifted from the anxiety part of his brain to the horny part, and when I dipped my head to go after the other side of his neck, he tipped his head to give me more room. Pants and needy whimpers filled the elevator car, and the hand that wasn’t carrying his stuff clutched my arm tight enough that he’d probably leave bruises. That was hot. Hopefully, he kept that up later.

I almost missed when the doors slid open until I heard a gasp and a chuckle. Gary jumped and blushed hard, but I wasn’t embarrassed. Who the fuck cared? I grabbed his wrist, ignoring the two guys waiting for the elevator, and headed down the hall.I pressed myself against his back as Gary unlocked the door, smirking to myself at the way his hands shook as he set his stuff down on the futon. This was way too much fun. I liked flustering him.

The room was empty when we got there, but that didn’t mean it’d stay that way. I held Gary’s hips, urging him toward his bed. “How long until your roommate comes back?”

“Uh…I–” He whimpered again when I nipped at him. “He’s got practice, and he hangs out with his friends afterwards. A couple hours, maybe?”

That worked.

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