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“Yeah.”
The crinkle of a wrapper was obscenely startling in the small space. Myers sheathed his cock, then there was more fidgeting behind me before he slid his fingers between my cheeks and smeared lube around. It took every bit of restraint I had to stay quiet. Myers had great hands, and his touch felt insanely good. My brain might still get annoyed by his existence, but my dick was sure happy he was around.
He slid a finger inside, spreading the lube around, stretching me a little to prepare me for him. But I didn’t need it. Didn’t want it.
“Just… go slow,” I told him when he pulled his finger out.
He lined his cock up with my hole and gripped my hips. So slow that it made my breath stop, Myers entered me. I breathed out, bore down, and though it made the slide easier, it still stretched me to my limits. The slight burn lit me up inside. Adrenaline surged through me, and I pressed my ass back, swallowing him deeper. Myers buried his mouth against my shoulder. His hot breath made a damp spot on my shirt, but I didn’t care. Not when he reached around and wrapped his hand around my cock again.
“So fucking tight,” Myers whispered as he pulled back. When he slid back in again, it pushed a moan out of me, like there was only room for him in me now and none of my sounds.
Myers wrapped his other hand around my mouth. “Shhh.” The thrust of his hips was sharp and sudden. “Be a good boy and stay quiet for me.”
Fuck my life. Fuck my whole life and fuck MarekMyers for making that hotter than it had any reason to be. There were some moments in my life that I knew would change me even as they happened. Like putting on skates for the first time. My first goal. The first fight I got into on the ice. The first and last girl I kissed. And now Marek fucking Myers calling me a good boy. It rearranged my DNA and made my dick weep. I hated the way I whimpered into the palm of his hand and bent at the knee to give him a better angle to fuck the sense out of me.
A stairwell door slammed shut, and the sound of echoing footsteps and laughter reached our ears. Marek didn’t stop moving, though, and didn’t stop making sure no sound escaped me. He kept up his slow movements. He kept his hand wrapped firmly around my mouth and his hand on my cock. My legs started to tremble as the voices got closer.
When they faded away and the door slammed shut, Myers thrust hard, going from zero to sixty in two seconds. I desperately needed to come. Needed him to come. Needed something I couldn’t identify but knew only he could give me.
I came to the sound of his heavy breaths in my ear and the memory of him calling me a good boy. To the feel of his cock sliding into me like it was a key unlocking all my secrets. I came with his hand on my cock and this unmistakable feeling of rightness that flooded me and settled over me as Myers fucked me until he came.
It had to be the endorphins playing tricks on me. In an hour when the freshly-fucked feeling faded, there was no way I’d still want him.
Chapter 17
Marek
The only thing holding me up was Jay. My legs were jelly, and I was pretty sure that the whole encounter in the closet just now was a trauma reaction. I hadn’t been prepared to face questions about my parents. It was my own fault really. I knew it was, but I couldn’t turn back the clock.
But being with Jay had bought me a few minutes of blissful peace. The endless swirl of thoughts had slowed to nothing. Even now that we were done, I felt calmer. Resting my forehead between his shoulder blades, I carefully pulled out and removed the condom. I tied it off with my sticky fingers.
“Are you okay?” Jay asked in a quiet voice.
“I should be asking you that,” I said as I groped for my pants. Pulling them up one-handed was awkward, but I managed.
“Yeah, but I asked you first.”
Was I okay? Not really, but I would be. “I’ve been better, butit’s my own fault.”
“Even if that were true, that doesn’t mean you have to be okay with it.”
“You know, for a guy who hates me, you’re sure nice to me sometimes.”
The silence that followed my statement was thick, and I felt Jay turn around. He was so close to me that I could almost feel the heat of his skin. It would take nothing to lean forward and capture his mouth with mine.
“I don’t hate you.”
“But you did.”
“For the wrong reasons.”
For a second, I thought Jay might kiss me. I found myself longing for that more than anything. Sex was great, but I really wanted that connection with someone. Someone I could really lose myself in.
The moment passed with no kiss, and I realized we were still hiding in the closet. We should get out of here and get back to our rooms and pretend this never happened, but I didn’t want that either. I wanted more time with him. More time to figure out why I liked him so much. He’d spent the first couple of weeks after the trade being all but openly hostile toward me. His attitude had cooled in recent weeks, but for the longest time, there was a layer of annoyance in our interactions.
Until tonight. Tonight, any irritation he might have felt hadn’t been directed toward me. He still seemed annoyed, but I was starting to suspect that Jay Brookbank was annoyed at everything at least eighty percent of the time.
“We need to get out of here,” he said. “You’re sure you’re okay, though?”
