Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

I beat myself up for keeping my phone glued to my hand, hoping Kerian would text me again. But after I threatened to show him a girl on my dick, he went quiet. It took all my willpower to tuck my phone away and do some homework.

Lmaoo. Not you down bad already tooooo.

His touch was rough and commanding. And fucking arousing. God, what is wrong with me? Kerian touching me shouldn’t have had me in the shower, jerking my cock like mad, coming all over myself and the shower tile.

🤷🏽‍♀️

When I sagged against the wall after my monster orgasm, I knew I could only do one thing—go to a fucking club and find the first willing girl and sink into her wet pussy. I told Kerian I’m not into dudes and I meant it.

Lol. Mhmmm. Suurreee

So here I am, trying to convince my best friend to go out with me and getting turned down. I sit on my bed and slide my feet into some socks and shoes. “I am, but it would be nice to have a wingman like you. Girls can’t resist those curls and stupid fucking freckles.”

Russ laughs deep. “Yeah, I know. Got more pussy than I can stand because of the freckles. Ask Chuck. He’s always down to go out.” Charles ‘Chuck’ Winchester is our center and a manwhore to end all manwhores.

😭😭🤷🏽‍♀️ beggars can’t be choosers

If I asked him to tag along, he’d end up taking all the women I wanted just because he could. I might have a handsome face, but Chuck looks like a fucking Greek god.

😂

“I’ll be good alone. I only plan to go down to Nirvana. I’ll be there for a few hours. If you’re up to it after you’re done fucking, come hang.” “Don’t think I will. My roommate went home for the weekend, so I plan to have a marathon session. You get me?”

Periooddddd Russ. 😂👏🏽👏🏽

Luca: I won’t be back tonight, so if you get locked out, you’ll be stranded. Even though I’m feeling antsy, I laugh at Luca’s message. Lost my key once—or five times—and he’s never let me live it down.

It’s not his fault you keep forgetting it. ATP I would have to keep reminding you too.

There are a bunch of barely dressed girls dancing, rubbing on their bodies provocatively as they writhe to the latest hip-hop song. They twist their hips and give me fuck-me eyes… and it does nothing. I feel nothing. Not even a twitch of my cock.

Daammnnn

Frustration bubbles in my gut. I slam my drink back then order two shots and take them quickly, the burn of the tequila settling in my belly. My neck prickles as if someone is standing right behind me.

Lmaaoo. Gee I wonder who that could be. Lmaaooo

I twist around, expecting to see Russ or someone from my team standing near, but there’s no one. Pulling out my phone, I grin mischievously as I snap a picture of myself and send it to Kerian.

Oh goodness. 🤦🏾‍♀️😭

Sure, there aren’t any girls or anything around me, but I told him I was going to a club. He’ll expect a picture of some hot girl on her knees, gagging on my dick. He’ll see how not gay I am.

Lmaaoo. Mhmm.

I mean, I wouldn’t be gay. Maybe bi? Kerian-sexual? No! Fuck no! I don’t have any interest in Kerian. Fuck him. He’s going to get a picture of my dick alright, and there will be some juicy lips wrapped around it.

Mhmmm. Sure.

Kerian reads my message but he doesn’t respond. The dots don’t even pop up at the bottom of the screen as if he’s typing something out. Just read, and that’s it. That fucker left me on read? After texting me his bullshit earlier?

😂😂😂😂 not you mad.

My gaze snags on a brunette with large tits and a sultry expression beckoning me to her. She has on one of those strapless dresses that barely covers her ass and heels that make her legs look a mile long. If Kerian didn’t have my head all fucked up, she’d be just my type.

She licks her plump lips and beckons again, dragging her hand over her crotch and patting it. Yeah, she’ll do for tonight. Wiping my hands down my pants, I saunter over, grinning when I get within arm’s reach of her.

The girl immediately turns her back to me, pushing her ass against my dick. The soft globes press against my groin, my cock fitting snugly between them. She’s good, her movements measured to make any red-blooded man want to be inside her. I feel nothing.

She wants what she wants.

Tipping her head back, she says, “I’m Lyla. Are you Zander?” “Yeah. How did you know?” “You play football. I’ve seen you on TV. Never thought I’d get the chance to get this close.” Lyla turns around in my arms, threading her hands around my neck. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages.”

Aahhhh. I see

A slow smile stretches across my face, even though I’m not feeling her like I should. I should be over the moon that someone this thick and sexy wants to fuck me, but there’s nothing. But I owe Kerian a picture of a girl bouncing on my cock. Why not Lyla?

Lord have mercy. Lmaoo

Her hand drops to my dick, making me almost jump out of my skin. She hums appreciatively, making my chest puff out with pride. “Yeah, I’m going to have fun tonight.” “Let me get another drink,” I say in her ear, “and I’ll be back for you.”

Oop- okaayyy. Lol.

I slap her on the ass, feeling the soft flesh under my palm. Still not a twitch from my dick, but that’ll change as soon as her mouth is around my cockhead or she’s riding my face. “Don’t take too long.” Lyla’s tone is breathy and pleading.

I step away from her, smiling as a plan forms in my head. First, I’ll get Lyla to my dorm, have her suck me off, snap a picture, and send it. I’ll have to ask if she’s down for me to send a pic, but I’m sure she won’t mind. Ain’t like I’ll share it around. Just with Kerian.

I love the consent ! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

After I send the pic, I’ll fuck her hard and deep, making her scream at the top of her lungs. Luca won’t be around, so I’ll be able to fuck her how I want. Anything to prove to Kerian I’m not into him. I’m not⁠—

Uh oh. Is he thereeee. 😂🤭

A hard hand lands on my bicep and pulls me to a stop. I turn around to see who’s touching me and come face to face with Kerian. And he looks pissed.

😭 here we go.

My cock throbs hard, almost trying to burst out of my pants to get to him. He steps closer to me, his hot breath ghosting across my face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Teehee. 🤭

Jealousy. Jealousy. It’s a word I’ve never thought about. Something that never factored into my makeup. I’ve never looked at someone else and said I’m angry because I want what you have.

First time for everything

But I find myself staring when Zander is on the dance floor, enraged and enraptured while he lets some random girl grind all over him, wrap her hands around him, touch his cock. Jealousy. Is that what this is?

More than likely.

It’s a thing that burns all along my chest, snaking around my spine like some dark demon that wants to make a home at the base of my skull and whisper vitriol. It tells me to take, take, take what’s mine and don’t stop until I brand my name along every inch of his skin.

That’s also called possessiveness

It makes my fingers on his arm rougher than they should be, my voice a ragged growl that betrays the emotions ripping through me. Maybe that’s the real draw to Zander Braithe—these emotions. I’ve never felt anything like it, never felt anything so intense.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I see it, the second his eyes widen and his breath catches. I watch it dance across his face in little splotches of red that chase disbelief, desire, and finally settle on annoyance.

“Exactly what I said I would do, Slade. Did you like the picture? I’m working on⁠—” I’m not thinking clearly when I use my grip to twist his arm behind ...

“Try again, Dimples.” I let go of his arm and thread my fingers through his hair, jerking his head back and tearing a growl from his throat. His eyes are still so defiant and wild, and I’m fixated on the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard.

I always loved the nickname or pet name “Dimples”

“I already told you,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “I’m⁠—” I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear how he was planning on having that brunette on her knees for him.

Then you probably shouldn’t have provoked him lol

I want to know that he came here because he was so wrapped up in thinking about me that it was his only choice. I want to hear that he came here knowing I’d follow him.

I slide my fingers to the back of his throat until he’s gagging on them, and the way he looks up at me with his wide, wet eyes, like I’m some kind of demon come to bring his worst nightmares to life, makes my cock so hard I can barely think.

Oh my word.

“Close your mouth and suck, Braithe. If you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll let you come tonight.” He snarls something ugly around my digits, but when I lean into him, I can feel how hard his cock is in his pants.

And then he closes his lips and swallows, and all thoughts leave my mind but how good his tongue feels when he slides it between my fingers like he can’t help himself. I can’t stop the groan that rips from my chest,

Whew

but I can stop the almost smug look that crosses his face when he hears it by working my fingers in and out, fucking his mouth and leaving him a drooling, gagging mess in front of me.

Welp..

It’s even better because he doesn’t fight me when I tighten my grip in his hair and put him on his knees. I use my fingers in his mouth to jerk his stare up to me—and fuck, even I have to admit he’s gorgeous like that.

“Get my dick out, Zander.” I don’t ask, I demand it. There’s a second between us where I wonder if he’s going to fight it—there’s a second where I can see he’s trying to.

Mmmmm🤭

I watch his resolve crumble like a castle in the sand as waves lap the shore. His hands are clumsy when he unzips my jeans and pulls my cock out, and I jerk my fingers out of his mouth to pin his wrists above his head

“What the fuck, Slade?” “Open up.” “Why are you⁠—” “Open your fucking mouth or I’m leaving you on the floor.

🥴

You can go back to the dance floor and get your dick sucked… but we both know that isn’t what you really want.” He glares at me, his eyes flicking down almost helplessly to my hard cock bobbing inches from his face.

“Five.” His eyes widen, and he jerks against my hold on his wrist. “Four.” “You can’t be fucking serious.” I tilt my head and rock forward, painting his lips with little traces of precum

Not a countdown. 😭

“Three. Two.” “Kerian, wait⁠—” “One.” Just as I go to release him, he darts forward like a man possessed and slides his lips around my cock, clumsy enough that I feel his teeth scrape my skin.

And so it begins. 😭

Fuck. It could be the sloppiest, clumsiest blow job I’ve ever gotten and I wouldn’t care because I’ve never felt anything as good as the tight heat of his mouth closing around me while his lips hum with a low-pitched whine he can’t seem to hold back.

So much for not liking boys huh Zander. Lol.

My fingers on his wrist tighten and my hips piston forward—Zander flattens his shoulders against the bathroom stall and drops his jaw, letting me slide to the back of his throat as his lashes flutter. He looks like he’s fucking flying and I haven’t even gotten started.

“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.” He reflexively starts to jerk his head to the side, but stops and chases my length when I pull back.

🤭 oooo.

The bathroom door opens and I see the way panic shoots through his eyes—he might have already accepted the fact that he wants my dick down his throat, but it’s obvious that he isn’t ready for everyone in the club to know that’s what’s happening.

Uh oh

I shift forward, stuffing my dick down his throat until my balls hit his chin—it muffles the choking, wet sounds he makes, and his eyes widen even further as I feel his throat clench, his gag making my brain go fuzzy with how tight and hot he feels around me. My voice drops to a whisper. “Shhhhh.”

Not suffocating him with dick. 😂