“That’s not fair,” I say.
“I think it’s completely fair,” he says, grinning.
I moan when he moves his hips. “That’s because you’re on the good end.”
“Can’t argue with that,” he laughs. “You can ask me, but you need to be prepared to hear the word no. Because asking doesn’t mean I’ll say yes. I’ll say yes if I think that you deserve it.”
Fuck. I hate that I think this is so hot. And I hate that he knows it too, because I’m suddenly drenched, my nipples achingly hard. And the way his smile turns sharp, there’s no chance that he misses it.
He starts fucking me again, and it feels like just because he told me that I couldn’t, suddenly I’m on the edge of orgasm and about to blow over. God, I could just let go. But I don’t. I hold on like my life depends on it.
“Please,” I moan, voice jagged from the force of his thrusting. “Please let me come.”
“This time,” he says. “Yes.”
I fall into fire and pleasure and a storm of everything. A shout comes out of me like I’ve never heard before, unleashed from a place deep inside me. I’ve never come so many times so close together and it’s unleashed something in me. Something bright and brilliant and loud. Maybe Malcolm will turn me into a screamer after all.
He groans, pushing harder and faster until he pushes one last time, holding himself deep. His cock jerks inside me as he comes, every muscle taught as he’s stretched above me. He looks so good, lost in his own pleasure before he release my legs and eases down onto me. We’re still connected, and Malcolm kisses me.
It feels like a drug that I can’t get enough of. I could get lost in his kisses forever. When he pulls back we’re both panting. “How did I do?” I ask.
He grins. “On what?”
“The lessons.”
Malcom chuckles and kisses me again. “You did really well, pet.”
“Good.”
Slowly, he extracts himself from me and grabs the water bottles that he brought with him when he came upstairs. “Always need to hydrate after sessions like that.”
I laugh. “Is this what I can expect from every time?”
“Yes.” His face is entirely serious.
“Okay.”
He does crack a grin then. “I take my sex seriously.”
“Good,” I say, then I slip off the bed and grab my phone. There’s a text from Bailey groaning that she had to do it, but she did drop me off some clothes and my shower stuff. “And now, I’m going to shower,” I tell him. Because I haven’t showered since before the party and I need the sweat and everything off me.
He pulls me close and kisses me hard. Heat spooling through me. “Have fun in there.”
I put on my clothes, and find the bag with the rest of my stuff right outside Malcolm’s door. Which means that someone in the house probably heard him fucking me, just like he said that they would. I fight off the blush, because I have a feeling that I was louder than I even realized I was. The whole house probably heard me.
I find my way to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. In the mirror, I look…nothing like myself. I’m messy and flushed and bright eyed, and I look…happy. Weird. But for now, I’m not going to question it.
But could I really enjoy this? Living in a house with people that purposely and intentionally destroy their bodies on a daily basis just for kicks? It goes against everything that I stand for. But I don’t think that Malcolm had been drinking at the party, and so far he seems responsible. If I see otherwise, I can leave at one of our checkpoints. I like that if it’s too much, I have a way out.
I’m just going to hold for the ride and enjoy the week. We’ll see what happens next.
10
Juno
College is certainly different than I imagined it would be. I’ve packed some of my things and basically moved into Malcolm’s room. The rest of my stuff is waiting to be picked up at the end of the week when we see whether or not I want to stay.
My classes are hard, but I love immersing myself in the world of nutrition. There’s nothing more important than taking care of yourself, and I explained that to Malcolm when he asked about my major a couple days ago, in the aftermath of taking me from behind until I was a puddle and a mess.
After he found me on campus and dragged me into an empty classroom between my classes to give me a healthy dose of pleasure. He’s done that every day this week after asking for my schedule. Whether it’s for me to suck him off and give him pleasure, or for him to hold my hair and finger me until I can no longer speak, all the while looking into my eyes.
That was one of the hottest events of my life, and I never ever want to forget it. That, and the way he constantly plays with my hair. He played with it the other day while we caught our breath. “How are your classes going?”
“You care about that?” I asked.
“Of course. You live in Granite House, and even though we’re known for partying, I still hold everyone to a high standard so that they’re a good reflection on me and the legacy.”
I rolled my eyes. “The legacy of massive ragers and drunkenness?”
“Exactly.”
“Nice.”
He smiled. “I’m serious though. You’re majoring in nutrition. How is it going?”
“Good,” I said. “I think that the classes are going to be hard toward the end of the semester, but I like them a lot.” I liked the way his arm was casually around me, like it was the most natural thing in
