Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

His eyes roll back and I can see how much he wants to pull away, how much he wants to take a breath, how much he wants to push me back. I could probably kill him like this, with my dick down his throat and his body going limp from lack of oxygen—fuck,

Goodness gracious. 🥴

As the intruder exits their stall and goes to the sink, I relent. I drop his wrists and start to pull back, but his hands shoot forward, grabbing desperately and digging into the skin of my hips to keep me pressed to him.

Oop-. Well well.. look at that.

The water stops running and the footsteps retreat. And Zander is still on my dick. His eyes roll up to me again, and it’s there. Hanging in the air. He could have pulled away. He could have gotten away. Which means he wants this just as much as I do.

Yeah, I guess so.

I don’t hold back anymore. My body rocks forward and he completely gives himself over to it. I fuck his mouth like I’m trying to fuck through him, and his jaw goes slack while his fingers on me tighten.

Daaammnnn… 🥴

He’s not even trying to hide the noises he makes anymore—the slurping and gagging, the moaning—as I chase the orgasm that feels like it’s been building since the second I put my hands on him. I want more. Fuck, I want all of him,

🥴 my my.

“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.” I pull back and he follows my instructions obediently,

Some people just enjoy submitting at times.

My hand slaps to the wall above his head, my body shuddering as I milk every last drop of my orgasm into his waiting mouth. He starts to close his lips when a wicked thought streaks through my mind. My hand comes down and I catch him by the jaw again.

👀👀👀

“No. I don’t think so.” Panic streaks through his gaze—he has a mouth full of cum and no idea what to do with it until I drop my hand below his chin and snap my fingers before flattening my palm. “Give it to me.”

Ummm

He stares, his face going red, and then lowers his head and spits the sticky mixture of my cum and his spit into my palm. It’s a hot mess, sliding over my fingers and falling to the floor, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fucking love it.

Oohhh.

Zander has to swallow twice before he manages to speak, and his voice is husky, his throat wrecked when he does. “What the fuck?” “Stand up.” The demand falls from my lips, but I’m not a total asshole.

He watches me with fucked-out eyes and a swollen mouth as I unfasten his jeans and stick my slicked fingers down the front of his briefs. “Kerian, I—” Whatever he might have said dies a quick death on his tongue when I wrap my hand around his cock

Ooooohhh. Nice

It only takes a minute—the hitch of his breath and the choked little gasps give him away a second before his body tenses and he comes all over my fingers, all in his jeans. The pulse of his dick in my hand is intoxicating, almost too much. My own twitches, telling me I could easily go for a round two.

When he goes limp in my arms, I pull the sticky mess we’ve made out of his pants and hold my hand up. It takes him two tries to raise his head up to see when I start tsking. “What a fucking mess.” I dip my fingers forward, sliding two of them past his lips to paint his tongue with the flavor of our combined orgasm.

Freaakkssss. 😭👏🏽👏🏽

And Zander “I’m not gay” Braithe sucks on them before he realizes what he’s doing and pushes me back. “Fuck.” He still sounds hoarse as he fastens his jeans and tries to hide the wet spot in front of them. “I… oh, fuck.”

Annnddd here comes the crash out. 🥴

And I shouldn’t bring my fingers to my mouth to deliberately take a taste of us. He pauses mid-motion, his eyes wide as they track the movement, his shoulders swaying back as his body sags against the wall. When his lips part in shock, I smirk and drop my hand, adjusting my jeans

..alrighty then

When the coast is clear, I step out of the stall like I didn’t just fuck his brains out against the wall and go to the sink to wash my hands. For a second, there’s nothing but silence behind me. I hear the rustle of clothing and the door closing… and then Zander steps past me

I turn, knowing he’s right. I’m not letting him get away that easily. I give him a few seconds head start before I take off after him, and I find him already heading towards the door.

Can never let man be. 😭

A grin starts to slip across my face until I see an enormous guy slide one hand around his waist, pulling him close and whispering something in his ear. Zander’s face goes pale… and my vision goes red.

Oh noo

“Was that you in the bathroom? On your knees, gagging on dick? Sounded hot,” the stranger says in my ear. I look up at him, panic setting in again. But thankfully the man looks older, like he’s in his mid-thirties, not someone from our school.

Oop- ummm. Creepyyy.

How did he know? Maybe my shoes were visible under the stall? Or did he see Kerian shove me into the bathroom? I’m sure most people saw how I—a six-foot-two, two-hundred-pound man—was muscled into the bathroom by a man equally as large.

😂 yeah. I’m sure.

His comment takes me off guard before I get my bearings and shake his hand off, my panic fading. “No, you fucking weirdo. Don’t ever touch me⁠—” My words are cut off when a blur flies at the guy, knocking him off his feet.

🥴 someone is angry.

Kerian straddles the man’s chest and rains down punch after punch to his face. He tries to push Kerian off, but he’s no match for a quarterback who does weight training for breakfast.

Someone is very angry🥴

“Don’t—ever—fucking—touch—him—again!” Kerian punctuates every word with a punch, beating him to a pulp. I watch in morbid fascination. I abhor violence, other than when I’m on the field, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the display in front of me.

What are you, a pacifist ?

It takes a moment to realize that Kerian is doing this… for me. Because the man touched me, if his threats are anything to go by. “Kerian, enough,” I shout, grabbing his arm before he can land another blow.

I hustle Kerian out the door, glancing back at the man on the floor. He’s sitting up, shooting daggers at us, but he’s alive and coherent, so I take that as a win. He’s all fucked up, with his broken nose and busted lip, but he’ll live.

Good.

When we get outside, Kerian snatches away from me and speed walks down an alley, pushing his hands through his hair. I follow him, though I’m not sure what I’m going to say when we’re alone. I’m so fucking confused. Nothing about this entire night makes sense,

Felt that.

“Kerian, wait,” I say, jogging over to him. “Slow down.” I grab his arm and he spins around quickly, pushing me against the wall. “What the fuck?” I exclaim,

We have a hot head,

I’ve never been in a fight in my life, but I’ll defend myself if I have to. He presses into me, putting a knee between my legs. It’s only then that I notice my cock is rock hard. Did I get off on seeing Kerian fight someone for me?

Aawww. Cute.

He drags his nose up my jaw, breathing me in. “What did he say to you?” A shudder leaves me as I rest my hands on his waist. The same place I had them when he was fucking my throat hard enough to wreck my vocal cords. “He asked if I was in the bathroom, on my knees.”

Oop-. Cuuteee

Kerian growls, pressing in closer to me. “I should have really fucked him up more. Did you know him?” Kerian rolls his hips, his hard length pressing into me. My breathing hitches as I absorb his small thrusts, the memory of his cock down my throat making my dick twitch.

Lol. Don’t fuck with Kerian’s man.

“No.” Even that one word, that one syllable, sounds fucked out and raw. God, I need to figure out what the fuck is going on. Kerian fucking Slade should not have this effect on me. He shouldn’t make me question my entire sexuality with one kiss.

And yet…

Pulling back, Kerian’s gaze roams over my face, something flicking behind his eyes. He wraps a hand around my throat, applying pressure. I fucking whimper, a noise I didn’t think I was capable of. Fuck me, Kerian is making me do all kinds of shit I don’t normally do.

All it takes it one good one..

“Come home with me, Dimples. I can throat fuck you all night without waking that roommate of yours.” He flicks his tongue over my ear, making me shiver. I want to answer his question, but my mind is fucking scrambled.

Lol. Wooowww

I’m saved from giving an answer when Kerian’s phone suddenly rings. A growl percolates up his throat as he shoves his hand into his pocket to retrieve the device. He doesn’t take his eyes off me when he snaps, “Yeah?” into his phone.

If I wasn’t watching his face, I wouldn’t have noticed the change in his expression. His blue eyes shutter and the heat is replaced with something… dead. Something blank. “Whatever.”

Weird.

Kerian walks away as if he didn’t have me pinned against the wall, my dick throbbing for him. “What the fuck, Slade?” I shout at his back, but he doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even pretend he heard me—just keeps walking with quick steps.

Rude.

I’m hard and raring to go, wanting more. But not from Kerian. It can’t be from Kerian. He already has me so fucking confused I can’t think straight. Hard to imagine what would have happened if I had let him take me home and feed me his dick.

Mhmm. Okay,

God, his dick. Thick, long, and uncut. It was a shock that I could take him all. My gag reflex had activated, but not enough that I pushed him off me. He tasted… musky. Like what I imagine a man is supposed to taste like.

All that extra skin tho. With him being uncut or whatever.

I will not allow any memories of Kerian to bring me relief. If I touch myself, no amount of trying to think about pussy and titties will get me off. It’ll be Kerian. I’m not ready to face that right now.

Can’t run from it forever babe.

Once out of the shower, I dry myself roughly and pull on my underwear, my cock still painfully hard. Scooping up my phone, I scroll through my texts until I find the thread for Kerian, shooting him off an angry message.

Oh no. Don’t be that girl. 😭. Well..guy..

Me: Real dick move leaving me in the alley like that. asshole When I see he’s read the message but doesn’t answer, I toss my phone onto my desk and throw my arm over my eyes.

Lol. Rude.

Russ helps me up, patting my helmet when I’m on my feet. “You almost got away from me, big guy.” Even though I’m in no mood for jokes, I grin at him. “Almost ain’t good enough.”

“You damn right it ain’t!” Coach shouts, his hands on his hips as he stares at me. “You need to get your head out of your ass, Braithe, or we’re gonna be fucked come game day. The fuck has you so distracted anyway? A girl?”

Lol. Nope. Not a girl Coach. 😂

Justin snickers from where he’s practicing with the special teams. He taps his friend and whispers something and they both start laughing. Then Justin mimes holding someone by the hips and thrusting into them.

Childish

The rest of the special teams see and laugh raucously, their cackling buzzing through my ears. Anger builds within me, and for the first time I want to shove my fist into someone’s mouth so they swallow my fucking knuckles.

I thought you were a pacifist. Well he did say for the first time.

“Not worth it,” Russ says, though his face betrays how he really feels. After Russ saw how pissed I was about the shit with Megan and Justin, he’s had my back, icing Justin out and not even being cordial to him.

We love great loyal best friends.

Coach does too, apparently. He blows his whistle three times, getting everyone’s attention. “Is something fucking funny, Echer?” Justin starts, probably shocked at being called out in front of everyone. “No, Coach.”

Good. Don’t be an ass to your teammates. Tf

“That’s funny, because I thought I saw you being a fucking nuisance at my fucking practice. You and all the special teams, suicide drills. Now. Until I get fucking tired or until I puke. And I ain’t feeling sick today.”

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

It’s been five days since I heard from Kerian. I’m ashamed to say that I’ve sent him repeated messages—some pissed, some almost begging, some really fucking confused. After the first day, he either stopped reading them or turned his read receipts off. Either way, I haven’t heard dick from him.

Oh wooowww. Dont be that person.😭😭🤦🏾‍♀️.

I should go back to the club this weekend, find a girl and fuck her in the bathroom. Fuck taking her home. I need to get Kerian out of my system sooner rather than later. The sooner I know that I’m not into dudes, the better.

Riighhttt. Yeah, let’s see how this turns out for you.