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  “One more?” Jill asked, giving me a smile.

  “Yes, I’ll be right back.” I made my way through the house and got in line for the bathroom, having to hold onto something for balance the whole way there, the back of a chair, a table, the wall, and finally a wall I could lean on as I waited in line.

  A tall guy with broad shoulders and wearing a polo shirt got in line behind me. “Hey,” he said over my shoulder.

  I gave him a nod and kept my eyes forward.

  “I hear there’s another bathroom upstairs.” His breath was warm on my ear as he leaned in closer, sending shivers down my spine.

  “I’m good. Going next,” I said, pointing to the one girl left standing in front of me.

  “I’m Tim,” he said as one girl left the bathroom and the one in front of me went in. I didn’t respond to Tim and kept my eyes on the bathroom door.

  “And look at that, she’s coming right back out, just some quick vomiting,” I said, pushing past and practically diving into the bathroom.

  And when it was my turn to come back out, there was Tim, waiting for me. I kept my eyes to the ground and darted away through a group of people talking loudly and flailing their arms about.

  “I didn’t catch your name,” Tim said, right behind me.

  “That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”

  “Just dance with me,” he said, brushing a finger along the back of my neck.

  “No thank you,” I said, my body shuddering, trying to rid it of his creepy touch. My eyes darted around, looking for an escape route, wanting to get as far away from him as I could, but then some wall of meat stepped into my path. I turned to go in a different direction, but Tim grabbed my shoulder, spinning me toward him. I stumbled backward and waved my arms, trying to regain some sense of balance, but fell to my ass regardless.

  “Let me help you up.”

  “No, please, leave me alone.” My head spun, and bile rose in the back of my throat, my stomach gurgling.

  He reached down and grabbed my bicep, trying to pull me to my feet. “Let go,” I said, attempting to shake his hand off.

  “I’m just trying to help you out. You’re pretty drunk. Maybe I should take you home.”

  “I said leave me alone.” I struggled to my feet while he tugged at me more, and then he let go.

  Chapter Eight

  Conrad

  My blood boiled, and I felt pretty confident I was ready to kill someone.

  “Get your hands off of him,” I said, shoving the asshole that messed with Mason.

  “I was just helping him up. Gonna give him a ride.” He sneered down at Mason.

  “He said leave him alone, and I say get the fuck out of here.” I pointed to the door and helped Mason up.

  “Or what?” the dickhead asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Or I’m going to kick your ass.” I balled my fists and puffed my chest out. He was big, but I was bigger.

  “Fine, you can have the stupid little bitch.”

  I drew my fist back, but Mason grabbed my wrist. “He’s not worth it, Conrad.” I tried to break free from Mason’s grip. “Let’s go. Please?”

  I nodded and dropped my arm. Mason wove his fingers through mine and led me outside.

  “I know what that guy planned on doing. You don’t take home someone drunk just so you can talk and play video games,” I growled, my blood still boiling.

  “But he didn’t. I’m okay,” Mason slurred, swaying on his feet a bit.

  I took him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. “What if I didn’t get there in time?”

  “I would’ve made such a fuss, he would’ve walked away.” He smiled and blinked at me.

  “He probably wouldn’t have.”

  “Probably not. Thanks for going all alpha for me.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything to protect you.”

  “That’s really … oh God.” He put his hands on his knees and barfed all over the front sidewalk.

  “We better get you back to the room.”

  “You doing okay there?” I asked Mason. I had my arm around his waist, and he walked alongside me, tripping every other step.

  “I don’t feel so good.”

  “Do you have to barf again?”

  “No. I don’t know. I’m so tired.” His steps began to slow.

  “We don’t have that much further to go.”

  “I think it’s forever.”

  “Here,” I said, scooping him up, holding him in my arms.

  “My Prince Charming.” He lay his head against my chest, and his legs dangled over my arm. His feet bobbing as I walked. His eyes dropped, and he was out.

  ***

  “Morning,” I said the next day around eleven. I had already worked out, showered, and had eaten breakfast.

  “Morning?” Mason asked, putting the heel of his hand to his temple.

  “Yes.”

  He squinted into the sunlight that streamed in through the blinds. “Did I miss class?”

  “Luckily, you don’t have a Friday class.”

  “My head.”

  “I’m going to get you something for that.”

  “Will you have sex with me?” he asked, throwing back his covers.

  “Calm down there, cowboy. You need to feel better first.” Because dear God did I want to have sex with him.

  “I didn’t drink that much, did I?” he asked, sitting up and looking around like he wasn’t sure where he was. His hair stuck up in every which direction.

  “You are a total lightweight.”

  “I don’t think I like drinking. We should’ve just stayed in the room.” He flopped back into his pillows.

  “I had a nice time. Well, until that asshole.” Just thinking about that guy made me mad all over again.

  “You’re my hero.”

  “Get a bit more sleep, and I’ll get something for your head and something to eat, too.”

  I went down to the dining hall and got him a fruit smoothie and some pancakes and fruit. I knew there was some magical concoction to make to cure a hangover, but I never drank much because I had always wanted to stay fit for baseball, so I didn’t know whatever concoction it was. When I got back to the room, I put the bag of food on his desk and handed him the smoothie.

  “No dairy,” I said.

  “I think I’m okay now, but thanks. You got my favorite, strawberry-banana,” he said, smiling sweetly at me.

  “Of course.”

  He took a few sips and put it on his nightstand.

  I kicked off my shoes and climbed into his bed next to him, lying on my side. He lay down, too. I stroked my thumb over his cheek. “Do you still have a headache?”

  “A little.”

  “I think if you eat and take a shower it will help.”

  “I think so,” he said, placing his hand on my chest.

  I leaned in and brushed my lips against his.

  He gasped, and I pressed my lips harder to his, but then he pushed me away.

  “I have to go brush my teeth. I can’t let you kiss me like this. I can’t even believe I fell asleep without brushing them,” he said, covering his mouth with his hand.

  “You passed out, that’s why.”

  “Hold on one sec.” He went to get up, but it was my turn to push him.

  I gave him a little shove and pinned him to the bed, taking his wrists and holding them over his head as he lay under me.

  He let out a whimper and bucked his hips up.

  “I thought you had to go brush your teeth?”

  “I do,” he said, wincing. “And shower, but oh my word, do I want you right now.”

  With my knees, I kicked open his legs some and sunk my hips down on him, grinding up and down. Both of us already hard.

  I kissed behind his ear and under his jaw.

  Taking both his wrists in my one hand, I used my other to snake its way up his shirt and roll his nipple between my fingers.

  He moaned out my n
ame, and his body trembled. I moved my hips a bit faster and nipped at his neck.

  “Conrad.”

  “Go take your shower,” I said, letting him go.

  “I can’t now. I want to feel you at my hole again, pushing in.”

  I grinned at him. “You don’t know how bad I want to rip your clothes off right now.”

  “Then do it.”

  “You need to eat and take a shower and make sure your head feels better first.”

  He squirmed on the bed, grabbing his hair in his fists. “I can’t wait. Now.”

  “Mason.”

  “Fine,” he said, pouting his beautiful bottom lip.

  Chapter Nine

  Mason

  I needed Conrad to fuck me. I knew he felt it, too. I ate my breakfast, drank my smoothie, showered, and brushed my teeth twice, and my headache did go away, but now I had an intense urge to have sex. Everything in me pulsed and I couldn’t stop panting, my chest rising up and down. I stood in the middle of the room and stripped off the clothes I dressed in after I took my shower (I didn’t have the confidence to walk down the hall in a towel to get back to our room like so many others did). Conrad soaked me in with his eyes and licked his lips. I couldn’t wait for him to devour me.

  It one large step, Conrad was on me and thrust his tongue into my mouth as I undid his pants. He shook his hips as I tugged them down, and we stumbled over to his bed. He pushed me backward, so I fell onto the bed and helped him pull off his shirt and underwear because it was taking him too long to strip. He already needed to be in me. I rolled over and got on all fours.

  “Conrad, I need you so bad. Please, oh God, please fuck me.” I arched my back, going down onto my elbows and thrusting my ass in the air. My core burned, my cock and hole did, too. Conrad kneeled on the bed behind me, leaning over my back and kissing my neck, and I pushed myself up again with my arms straight. I arched my back and bent my head back. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.”

  Conrad wrapped his arm around my neck, crashed his lips to mine in a kiss, and then with one swift movement, he flipped me to my back, his mouth once again commanding a kiss from me. He interlaced his fingers in mine and pinned my hands down on the bed next to my head. “I want you, too, so bad,” he grumbled.

  “Now then, please.” I bucked my hips up underneath him. He pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue tasting me, and his hips rocking into me. A gasp escaped my lips, and I wriggled my hips. He kissed under my chin and down my neck and to my chest. He took one breast in his mouth, sucking on it, flicking his tongue around, biting my nipple. He moved to my next one, and I moaned.

  “Conrad,” I said between breaths. “I want to feel you in me.”

  He rubbed his cock up and down my length, kissing my chest and neck and behind my ear. He then growled, let go of my arms and flipped me over. I pushed up on all fours, and he grabbed my hips, already pressing at my hole. With a swift movement of his hips, he thrust himself in, making me scream so loud I’m sure everyone in our building heard. My opening stretched and felt like it ripped as he grunted, pulling out and ramming in again with more force. A burning filled me as he gripped my hips tighter and pushed harder, working through the resistance that met him inside and entered fully into me. My body shook at his grand entrance, so quick and forceful.

  I whimpered, trying to hold in my tears.

  “Oh, baby,” Conrad said, grabbing my shoulders. “Did that hurt?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “Oh Jesus, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t even give you a chance. Your hole was so wet.”

  “I can’t … oh God, I want to say give me a minute, but my hole was wet for a reason.”

  “I’m so sorry,” he said, starting to pull out.

  “No, no, I wanted you to fuck me, so do it.”

  “You’re crying. We didn’t even use lube.”

  “Please, I’m begging you. Whatever wetness I have going on, is for this. For you in me.”

  He rubbed his hands up and down my back, and I shoved myself back on him, biting my lip, trying to work my way through it. I knew enough about anal sex that if it hurt, you needed to stop, but I couldn’t. I needed it, pain or not.

  “Please,” I cried.

  “Shh,” Conrad said, pulling out, then pushing back in. My ass burning the whole time he did so.

  “Yes, please, more.”

  He thrust a few more times slowly, but after that, with each new thrust, he built up speed, grunting and moaning, holding onto my shoulders. And the more he thrust, the harder and larger he got. The burning inside built and for a moment, I thought I’d have to make him stop.

  “Conrad, oh God, you’re filling me. I’m so full of you. So much pressure.” I began to whimper again, tears rolling down my cheeks. “It’s too much.”

  “I’m so hard, Mason.”

  “Oh, God, Conrad, what’s happening? It feels like your cock is growing. Oh God, it’s pressing on everything in me.”

  “Mason, it almost hurts, but Jesus. I’ll stop. I’ll stop.”

  “You can’t. I have this need for you. Please meet it. Go deep. Please, so deep.”

  He slammed his hips in and pleasure shot through me. For a moment, everything went black, his swollen hardness stretching me like I didn’t know was possible. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, pressing his lips to mine, our teeth clanking together. I reached up for his other hand, but he grabbed mine and made me take my own cock.

  “Touch yourself,” he grumbled in my ear. Still pulling on my hair and putting his other hand around my throat, my body shook at his aggressive touch. It yearned for it, wanted more. He guided me down to my stomach and lay on my back.

  Waves of bliss washed through me, and my core burned as his new position pushed him in even deeper, and I could feel everything in me build, tightening toward an explosion of pleasure.

  “Mason.”

  “I’m about to come. Give it to me, Conrad. Oh God, fuck me so hard.”

  “That’s my boy.”

  I pushed up to all four. Conrad grabbed my hips, and the giant head of his cock pounded me, and I shoved my ass onto him and began to shake, spilling forth onto the bed. Conrad hooked his arms under my shoulders and pulled me up against him and thrust at a brutal pace. I screamed, but I couldn’t tell him to stop because I welcomed the pain too much. Conrad grunted and shook, and it felt like he set me on fire inside.

  “I’m so sorry, baby.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted,” I said, not holding back my tears.

  “Still, my God, I ravaged you.” He kissed my face as the tears rolled down.

  “And I want more,” I said, sniffling.

  “I think you should probably take a break for now.”

  “A short one.”

  Chapter Ten

  Conrad

  I tried to pull out, but I couldn’t. It felt like the head of my cock was too swollen.

  “Shit, Conrad,” Mason hissed, looking over his shoulder at me.

  I pushed in and tried to pull out at a slower pace, but it didn’t work. “I think I’m stuck.”

  “What?”

  “I can’t pull out.”

  “That makes no sense.”

  I pulled more with my hips, and Mason screamed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

  “It’s like we’re locked together.” I blew out a breath and wiped the back of my hand across my sweaty forehead.

  “Is it because we didn’t use lube?”

  “I don’t know. Shit.”

  “Damn, I guess I have the world’s tightest hole. I’ve never been penetrated before. Maybe that’s why.”

  “I doubt it, but your hole was so wet, glistening.” I rubbed his back. “It was so sexy.” I pushed him down to the bed and lay down on top of him, nuzzling my head into his neck.

  “Maybe there’s something wrong with your penis. It felt like it grew tenfold. Even now, I feel so full.”

  “I have
never had an erection like this before.”

  “And now you’re stuck in me.”

  “There are worse places to be.”

  He pushed his ass up to me.

  “I’m just so horny.”

  “I’ll take care of you. I wrapped my arm around him, and we rolled. His back against my chest. I scooted back and sat us up some, so I leaned against the headboard, and then reached around and grabbed his cock, bucking my hips up into him.

  “Oh, I need this. I need this so bad.” He writhed on me, and I thrust faster and tightened my grip on him. He reached up and wrapped his hand behind my neck and bent his whole body back, making a beautiful arc with his ribs high in the air.

  I pounded him harder, and he screamed and then whimpered.

  “Why do you want this pain?” I asked. I felt bad for him, but he kept begging for it.

  “It hurts, but there’s so much pleasure there, too. It’s almost too much, and oh, God. Oh Jesus, you’re fucking cock.” His body shook, and he cried out as he released a small amount of come that squirted onto his stomach. He collapsed back into me, taking deep breaths. I brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead.

  “Is your first time with a man ruined?” Mason asked.

  “Not at all. I think I needed this as much as you did. You have this hold on me, Mason that I can’t explain. And I just want to fuck your brains out.”

  “Please do.”

  I wrapped my arm around his waist, and we clumsily got into position, him on all fours, back arched and ass pressing into me as I kneeled behind him. And without hesitation, I gave him what he wanted.

  He panted and whimpered and panted again.

  He was so vocal.

  Every sound he made turned me on more.

  I rammed into him, and he screamed, bending his head back and closing his eyes. “Go as deep as you can. Hard, so hard,” he said in a breathy voice.

  I picked up my pace and force with sweat rolling down my face and back. Mason’s hair clung to his forehead, his face bright red. I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my mouth on his shoulder, biting his flesh while thrusting hard up into him.

  He screamed out in pain. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to leave my mark.