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For long minutes, I lose myself to the sensation of her tantalizing mouth and moans. I barely know her name, but she’s good at giving head, and that’s all I seem to care about for now.
Arkin taps my shoulder and we shift positions.
Ava lies down on her side and greedily sucks my dick as Arkin slides into her from behind. She moans and gags, sandwiched between us, writhing on Arkin’s cock while she blows me like she’s our tailormade sex toy.
The thought is filthy and forbidden but stirs the darkness inside me all the same.
Hours later, the party is winding down, and I’m exhausted.
Ava is passed out next to us in the bed when Arkin crawls on top of my back.
After lubing me up and working his thick fingers inside my tight channel, he slowly fills me up with his cock, and we fuck quietly so as not to wake Ava, who snores softly on her back with the quilt pooled around her waist and her pale tits on full display. It’s risky, but the chance of her waking up and discovering us fucking like sweaty animals next to her makes it even more exciting.
Arkin’s hard chest rubs up against my back as his hips slap against my bare ass, and when Cara stirs, he covers my mouth and shushes me. But he doesn’t stop fucking, and I don’t want him to—not when his massive cock feels so good inside me.
Arkin slows down, causing my eyes to roll back as our lovemaking turns lazy and drawn out until neither of us can hold back.
Four more hard thrusts. Thrusts that rock the bed.
Interlacing his fingers with mine, Arkin muffles his moan in my neck while his cock pulses deep inside me, and I soon follow him over the edge, shuddering and rutting my hips into the mattress.
This time, when Arkin flops off me, I can barely move, and neither can he.
Our grins are hidden in the darkness, but I know he’s smiling because I can feel it in my soul.
After a few minutes, he gently strokes the backs of his knuckles across my cheek, and I push up onto my elbows to kiss him.
Unlike our previous ones, which were ravenous and hungry—a battlefield for dominance—this moment is sweet and tender.
I love you.The thought pops up unbidden, like a drifting whisper or an autumn breeze stirring up leaves.
His soft lips brush mine.I love you more.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The following week, I’m on cloud nine. Arkin and I can’t keep our hands off each other behind closed doors, but it’s more than just sex. Truthfully, I’ve never felt like this before with anyone. It’s blatantly obvious to me now that I’m in love. Arkin feels like home. Like I’ve finally found where I belong.
I’m exiting the classroom when Amy falls into step beside me, clutching a textbook to her chest. “Where’s Arkin?” she asks innocently, which immediately raises my hackles.
“Why would I know? I don’t keep tabs on him.”
The hallway is crowded, and as we pass a group of students, it forces her closer. “You’ve spent a lot of time together lately,” she says as her arm brushes against mine.
I come to a sudden stop. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Amy swings around, her flowery skirt flaring around her thighs. “You tell me, Zach.” Stepping closer, she slides her hand up my arm in a way that makes my skin crawl, but I keep my face neutral because Amy smells blood in water better than any shark. “I can’t help but notice things.”
“Why don’t you just spit it out.” I keep my voice down, scanning the hallway.
She plays with one of my shirt’s buttons. “Yesterday, I happened to be on my way to the library when Arkin exited the chem lab.”
As her eyes flick up to mine, I harden my jaw, not at all surprised by the cunning glint in her gaze. She’s always been a snake.
“Imagine my surprise when you walked out minutes later, doing up your buttons.” She pops open the first one with a practiced flick of her fingers, and I grab her wrist.
The hallway is too busy, so I steer her into an empty classroom before shutting the door and flipping the lock. Amy looks like the cat who got the canary.
“No one has to find out,” she says, inspecting her nails. “It’ll be our little secret.”
