Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

When he steps up to me, he opens his mouth, probably to spew some bullshit, but I grab the front of his jersey and slam my mouth down on his instead. My other hand snakes around his back and I hold on to his jersey as I nip at his bottom lip before diving in briefly with my tongue.

Holy shit… I’m hard. The fuck? Why am I hard? My cup and jockstrap are uncomfortably tight as I feel his soft lips on mine.

Do I like dudes? Or is it the adrenaline of the game? Yeah, that’s it...

His hand snakes possessively around my waist as he plunders my mouth, using his free hand to move my head just how he wants me. I have no other choice but to follow. My head is empty of all thoughts besides what he’s doing to me and how my cock is straining against my cup.

“That’ll be something for the papers.” He looks me up and down before walking backward. “I’ll see you soon, Dimples.”

He doesn’t realize that pressing his lips to mine gave me every right to figure out where he lived, every right to track him down.

Every right to do whatever I wanted.

I want to make Zander Braithe beg for me, get on his knees for me. I want him needy and whining and an absolute slut for me.

The problem is, once I want something, I can’t let it go until I have it.

People might call me obsessed—I would s...

People might say I’m a sociopath—I just say I’m a man who knows what he w...

“You know what I think? I think you were in here with your hand down your pants, thinking about what it felt like to have my tongue in your mouth.” I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky whisper as I press my lips against his ear. “I think you were in here wishing I’d show up and put you on your knees, feed you my cock till you were choking on it. I think, Dimples, that you kissed the big bad quarterback you hate so much and realized you wanted more.”

Me: If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll come spit on it for you while you fuck yourself.

Me: Maybe I’ll even watch.

He’s completely fucked. I was playing today—I was going to take my time until he was begging for my dick.

But now?

Well, now he’s pissed me off. I’m going to make sure before the night is over that the only one ...

“Shit, you’re greedy for it, aren’t you, Braithe?” I buck my hips forward and feel him groan around me. His hands jerk, and I just know he’s dying to start jacking himself. “You’re such a slut for my cock that you might blow your load in your jeans without me even touching you. Fucking filthy whore.”

“I’m going to come, and you’re going to take every last drop like the cockslut you are, Dimples. Mmmf.” His mouth spasms around me, his hands slapping against my hips. “Stick out your tongue.”

Is it considered kidnapping if they’re over six feet and could probably beat the shit out of most people who tried to take them?

Abduction?

Hm. I think I prefer calling it persuasion. It makes me sound a little less psych...

No one has ever looked at me like that, like they’re helpless and caught in the gravity of everything I am, everything I can give them. I want more.

I need him to look at me like that until the universe around him explodes in a wash of obsession—until he admits how much he wants this. How much he needs me.

I need him to belong to me.

So I do the only thing I can do.

“I told you, Dimples. You’re going to beg for it… and when you’re a good boy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined. I’m going to fuck you until you’re wrecked for anybody but me.”

The urge to scoff and go against Kerian’s demands is strong, but then he flexes his fingers inside me again and the words die on my tongue. I’ve never felt anything like this. This… undeniable pleasure, the overwhelming knowledge that I’m being played with, but I don’t care. I don’t know how Kerian knows my body like this, but I can’t get enough.

“I can have you splayed out for me, my cock pegging your prostate. You want that, don’t you, Dimples? You want me inside you, making you fly? You want me to give you something no one else has? Who else has made you feel like this? This good?”

It’s more than just what he’s doing to me, it’s who it is. I could continue to tell myself that I’m not into Kerian, that I’m confused and he’s making it worse, but the entire drive here I had time to think on what I want. And I want him. I wouldn’t have followed him up to his apartment and showered like he told me to if I was confused. My shitty plea that I’m not into dudes was a last-ditch effort that Kerian saw right through. I’m not sure what I am, but I know I want him.

Fuck it, I’m going to take what I want… or let him give me what I need.

“I’m going to breed your ass, Braithe. Going to come inside you. Fuck, I can’t wait to paint the walls of your pretty hole.”

A new feeling tingles in my chest, like we just shared a secret, drawing us closer together. I’m not sure what it means, but I know I have to stop denying what’s right in front of me—Kerian means something. I’m not sure what, but something.

Why do I feel so free and… happy with him? Am I… Is this how girls feel when they get dickmatized? I’ve had more than my fair share of women thinking they were in love with me because I dicked them good.

What I am is no longer in denial. I like Kerian. I probably shouldn’t since he’s such a dick, but liking people doesn’t always make sense, I guess.

Zander looks at me like I’m salvation, like he’s caught in the waves of the ocean and I’m reaching out my hand—safety, a lighthouse.

I’ve never been anyone’s light.

“I’m the only one you do this with.”

“No, Zander, I mean it. You’re mine. It’s just me.” I flash a look over my shoulder and realize that’s the first time I’ve ever called him by his name. I think he realizes it too, because his eyes are wide and a little shocked. “Only me. Do you get it? If I catch you with anyone else, I’ll fucking kill them.”

I was worried I’d fucked up, and I was going to have to spend the rest of my life stalking Zander and catching him off guard so I could touch him. I raise my hand now, almost like an experiment, and carefully run my fingers through his hair, pushing the strands from his face while I step closer to him.

Fuck, it’s different.

It means more. It almost feels like a first kiss all over again, because I’m doing it knowing that I want to keep doing it forever.

I want to keep him ...

“Hey, Kerian?”

“If I ever see your dad, I’m going to put him in the fucking ground.”

Fucking hell, I really am in love with this asshole.

How could I not be? He might be a dick half the time—more like seventy-five percent of the time—but he’s also soft. Caring. Attentive. Since we started doing… whatever this is we’re doing, he’s been so different than I thought he would be. He gives me shit, but I give it right back.

Like a key to a lock, we fit....

Looking into his blue eyes, I know I’m fucked. So I don’t try to hide how I feel. I mean, I never really do, but I usually try to keep all the love and emotion I have for him at bay.

No more. Kerian is mine like I’m his. If I have it my way, he’ll know.