Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

Either Zandy is home, or he’s out somewhere fucking that girl in a victory lap because he made her jealous. The sound of footsteps come closer after I bang on the door for a third time,

Not banging on my door like you the police. 😭

Zander blinks at me in confusion. He hasn’t been fucking anyone. I can tell by the empty room behind him and the fact that he looks more pissed than anything. “Slade, what the fuck are you⁠—”

His eyes shoot wide in shock before he opens his mouth again, and I realize I’m not here to listen to him talk. My hand wraps around his throat and I twist his body, shoving his shoulders back against the door and pinning him there.

🤭

“Told you I’d see you soon, Dimples. I think you and I have something to discuss.” Now that I’m here, I’m caught up in the feeling that twisted inside me when he kissed me earlier—the heat that slams through my body at the memory of his mouth against mine.

Ooooo. 🤭

“Get the fuck out of my room, Kerian,” Zander hisses, and his voice holds all the venom that his body isn’t conveying. If I’m not mistaken… I arch one brow and lean into him, pushing my knee between his legs and…

So bold of you Kieran.

“Either I caught you masturbating or you don’t want me to leave, Braithe. Which one is it?” His cock twitches against my leg, half hard and plumping up with each second that I’m pressed against him. I know what the answer is.

🤭🤭

“Fuck you. I’m—I was—” He stutters over the words, and I’m caught in the way his eyes go wide and desperate, the way I can almost see him scrambling internally for an answer that will make sense. Fuck me, I want him.

Yeah you do.

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 say determined. People might say I’m a sociopath—I just say I’m a man who knows what he wants and what he likes.

Teehee🤭

“You can’t just kiss a guy and act like it didn’t happen.” “I only did that to prove a point,” he bursts out instantly, and I grind my knee harder between his legs until I’m positive it’s just this side of painful, but he still gasps and his breath hitches

“What’s the point? That you’re into me?’ “I’m not—” My fingers on his throat tighten to cut off the lie and my other hand dips between us. My digits wrap around his hard cock and I squeeze until the softest little whine spills from his lips.

Oh my word. 🥴

“Then what’s this, Dimples? Accident? Were you thinking about your girlfriend fucking someone else and it made you hard?” “She’s not⁠—” Still not interested in his excuses, I squeeze his dick again

😭playing with him.

“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.

Oop-🤭

“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.”

Oooo. Yeeaahhh. 🥴

He’s sputtering now, flustered and flushed, but he can’t deny the way his cock jumps in my hand again and his pelvis twitches of its own accord, rutting against me. “I’m not into dudes,” he finally hisses in complete contradiction to what his body is doing.

This is all new to him.

“Never said you were.” My fingers give his cock one slow, teasing stroke. That sexy as fuck low sound catches in the back of his throat again, making his pulse jump and my body shudder. “But you sure as fuck want me right now, don’t you?” “I don’t.”

Lol. Liaarrr

It’s infuriating that he won’t just admit it—I could have him on his knees with his lips around my dick right now and he’d probably love it. But… There’s also something about the challenge flaring in his eyes,

My hand leaves his cock and I grab his wrist, bringing it up to my mouth. He’s still shocked, and his mouth actually drops open when I deliberately spit into his palm and shove him away from me. “What the fuck, Kerian?”

Ummmm👀👀👀

I grin, reaching around him to snatch his phone off the table. The asshole doesn’t even have a password, so it’s easy to punch my number in and send myself a text before I toss it back onto his bed.

Lmaoo. Just inserting yourself into his life.

He’s still staring at me with an open mouth and a red face, and I know I’m fucked. Absolutely obsessed. I want him,

🤷🏽‍♀️. At least you’re honest about that. And up front. I respect ya game. Lol

I’m not going to stop now until he’s on his knees admitting he lied, admitting he was wrong. Admitting my dick is the only thing that can make him come. Fuck, it sounds like a good time to me.

“I’m not into you, you crazy asshole.” He says it, and he sounds like he means it… but his cock is still hard and he hasn’t wiped my spit from his palm. I throw him a wink and turn my back on him. “Keep saying it, Dimples. I don’t think your dick believes you.”

😂😂

I should just let this go—I should just let him go, but I know I won’t. I’ll do anything to make him admit he wants me. He called me crazy. I’m willing to show him exactly how crazy I can get.

😂 yeeaahh. Definitely starting to sound a little nutty there pal.

Speaking of… The blonde bitch he was staring at before hops out of a pristine red VW Beetle, beeping her keys and half running into the arms of the guy she was with on the field. Good.

The blonde bitch is cracking me up. 😭😭

It means she’s not going to Zander’s room. I want to know he’s in there right now with those skilled hands wrapped around his dick. And I want to know that the only thing he can think about while he’s touching himself is me.

Wow. Possessive already.

A low groan spills from my chest, and I adjust myself through my jeans. I don’t realize I’m making another bad decision until I stalk past my car and straight to the red VW Beetle that still has the stickers on it from the car lot. Probably a birthday present.

Uh ohh. Whatchu thinking.

My hand dives into my pocket and I pull out the knife I keep there. Once I make sure there’s no cameras pointed at me, I proceed to slash her back tires with a grin. It makes me feel better, and I’m silently congratulating myself as I drive away…

😂😂😂😂👏🏽👏🏽 period.

because at the end of the day, I know for a fact I won’t be the one blamed for it. A jilted boyfriend, though? Well… yeah. Zander might be getting a pissed-off call come morning.

😭😭😭😭 pettyyy.

“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead pressed against the door and my hand wrapped around my dick. As soon as Kerian left my room, I hustled to shove my spit soaked palm into my pants to get myself off. It’s sick, he’s sick, but I couldn’t stop myself.

😂 of course.

But Kerian always poked at me and got under my skin. Years later, he still hasn’t stopped. Now he’s getting under my skin in a different way. In a way that makes me question everything I thought I knew.

What a stupid thing to do. I thought I’d make Megan… I don’t know, not jealous, but pissed off? Annoyed? After her devious smile when she was wrapped around Justin, I needed to do something.

I guess I can see what you were trying to go for here. Obviously it didn’t have that effect

“Fuck, Kerian,” I groan, my eyes slammed shut as I play back his blue gaze boring into me while he had me choked against my door. I’ve never been the type to be manhandled. I do the manhandling, tossing girls around while I fuck them hard.

Oo la la. Spiccyyy.

But what Kerian did to me? How he made me feel so small when we’re almost the same size? He handled me like I was as light as a feather. That shouldn’t have been so fucking hot.

Lmaoo. But it was right ? Ugh, lucky you.

I can’t believe Kerian came to my room, slammed me against the wall, touched my dick, and spit in my hand. I mean, what the fuck? He’s fucking unhinged. Yeah, and I used that spit to jerk my cock and came harder than I ever have.

No judgment here babe 😭🤷🏽‍♀️

Hard knocking wakes me up, punctuated by the screeching of my name. “The hell?” I mutter sleepily, wondering what the fuck now. Luca looks over at me from his bed, his laptop on his knees and an innocent expression on his face. “I think there’s someone at the door for you.”

Uh ohh. 😂😂😂

“Why didn’t you answer?” He shrugs. “I didn’t think you’d want whoever that is waking you up with more than yelling if I let them in.” Good point. “Zander! Open this fucking door right fucking noooooooooowwwww!”

LMAAOOO. 😂😂😂

Sighing, I push off the bed. When I throw the door open, Megan shoves me in my chest, wiping away any traces of sleep. “You asshole! You fucking asshole!” “What the fuck?” I grab both of her wrists when she tries to shove me again.

😭😭😭

“Fucking quit before I call fucking security. You can’t be mad at me. You’re the one who cheated.” “Oh please, Zander. Don’t flatter yourself. You and Slade deserve each other.”

Lmaaoo. If she only knew.. 😂

bitched about Kerian some, but I took her on dates—some I couldn’t really afford, but I wanted her to have the best—helped with her routine, supported her when she wanted to switch majors, and made time for her even when I was exhausted after practice.

That’s a good man Savannah.

She snatches her hands away, slamming them on her hips. “I knew you were a selfish asshole, but I didn’t think you’d stoop this low.” “The fuck are you talking about?” “You fucking flattened my tires because I’m with Justin. I know it was you.”

😭🤦🏾‍♀️ damn.

What? There’s no way I’d do something like that. Namely because I couldn’t afford to pay for any repairs. I get most of my money from my scholarship, and my car belonged to my dad before he died.

I know Megan could afford to replace them, it would hurt something inside me to slash them. Besides, why would I flatten her tires, knowing she would suspect me first? That’s an amateur move.

❗️❗️❗️

Out of all the years you’ve known me, even when someone has done something fucked up to me—” I glare hard at her but she doesn’t look like she gives a fuck—“I’ve never damaged their property or gotten into a fight. If you know nothing else about me, you know that.”

Wow. 👏🏽👏🏽 Kudos on you babe.

Everyone knows I don’t like to fight or argue. I will if I have to, but it’s not my style. “If it wasn’t you, then who was it?” she asks, her arms crossed over her chest.

👏🏽👏🏽

“Don’t know. Could be one of the bitches Justin was fucking while he was fucking you.” With that, I slam the door in her face, but not before I catch her bewildered then angry expression.

Lol. 👏🏽👏🏽 Ate that.

Blowing out a fortifying breath, I answer my phone with, “Colson.” “You know, I watched the game so I could see you win, not tongue down the Meridian quarterback.” “I hate you.”

😂😂😂. Wow. Got straight to the point.

“All morning, the sports channels have been replaying my baby brother being… what do the English call it… snogged? Being snogged by a rugged-looking guy who didn’t look like he wanted to let you go.” “I can hang up. At any time, I can hang up.”

😂😂

Colson grunts. “I can see why you went the route you did, but did you not think you were proving her point?” That was the point. I wanted Megan to think I had something going on with Kerian, even though I didn’t. I don’t. But she didn’t know that.

Ooohhh.

“Did you call to give me shit or what?” “That and Mom was asking about you. I went over early this morning and she’s sad. She thought you two had the type of relationship where you would tell her if you were gay.”

Not the guilt trip

He pauses for a beat, his tone going all big-brother serious. “But if you are gay or bi or whatever, you can tell us. You know that, right? You’re my annoying ass little brother, but I won’t love you any less.” “I know, dipshit,” I tell him, waving him off. “Don’t get all serious.

♥️🤞🏽love it.

“I’ll call Mom after my gym sesh with Russ and talk her down. God, y’all are fucking annoying.” “Love you too, you little shit.” We both laugh and click off.