Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

Fuck me, I want him. 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.

“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.

“I’m not into dudes,” he finally hisses in complete contradiction to what his body is doing. “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’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.

And I want to know that the only thing he can think about while he’s touching himself is me.

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. If I want something, I just take it. There’s no room for question or discussion. 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? If it is, I fucking hate it. 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. It makes me move forward when I’d intended to watch him get all worked up and fail. 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. He likes this. “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 tw...

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. He shouldn’t have me on my knees in a fucking nightclub bathroom, giving him the first blow job of my life. He shouldn’t have made me like it. 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.

It helps that Asher is gone for the week on some biology project. It means I have the apartment all to myself. That means, if I brought a certain someone home with me, I could tie him to my bed and make him cry until he begged me to give him my cock. The thought sends a hot flush of need across my skin, and I know that I have to do it. I know I’m not going to be able to think straight until I have Zander Braithe under me and I can work out all the frustration I feel on his tight ass.

Behind us, Luca sounds absolutely mortified, and I have to admit the thought of fucking Zander in front of him is hot as hell.

I turn to Kerian in time for his lips to land on mine, hard and demanding. Against my better judgment, I moan and thread my hand into his blond locks. My brain fuzzes out and completely goes offline as he kisses me. I know I was supposed to tell him… something, but I can’t think. All I know is how his mouth feels on me, how his tongue slides against mine, and how his strong hand holds me in place. My breathing comes out in pants when he releases my mouth. I whimper and lean in for more. I don’t feel ashamed of it because Kerian dips back in and gives me what I want, kissing me with abandon.

“Fuck, Kerian.” He whines my name and my body nearly shudders at the way it sounds.

I’m getting almost drunk on the way he’s watching my face, on the way he’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before. 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 to hear him choking on my name, on sobs, on pleasure. I need him to belong to me.

“W-what are you doing?” His voice is as shaky as his body, and I lean down, running my nose along his jawline so I can whisper in his ear. “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.”

What’s happening now is something I’ve never experienced and I don’t think I’ll be able to experience with anyone else. It’s more than just what he’s doing to me, it’s who it is.

Fuck it, I’m going to take what I want… or let him give me what I need. “Yes,” I whisper, peeling my eyes open so I can gaze up at him. “Please, Kerian.” A triumphant smile stretches his face. He didn’t have to wait long to make me beg. If I didn’t want this so bad, I would roll my eyes and push him away, but I can’t. “Good boy,” he murmurs before kissing me deep, his tongue delving into my mouth as he works his fingers inside me. I moan into the kiss, working my hips.

Even though I growl in frustration, it dies on my tongue when he pushes off me and shoves his pants down his hips. Holy fuck, Kerian is hot. He’s hard everywhere—his pecs, his washboard abs, his quads and calves… his dick. It’s sticking straight out from his body, pointing at me ominously.

I never thought I’d be into pain, but he’s bringing out parts of me I didn’t know existed.

“Please,” I moan, begging for his mouth on me, begging for his fingers inside me harder, and begging to come.

“God, you’re so responsive.” His blue eyes flash up to me, almost boring into my soul. “No one else gets this. Just me. Understand?” I’m nodding before I give my head the command to move. Who else would make me feel like this? Who else could read my body better than he could? Who else has that fucking cockiness that they can back up? Just Kerian.

When I whimper, he grins down at me, his eyes flashing.

I watch with wide eyes as he gets himself ready. Will he fit? He’s so big, so thick. So fucking hard. Nerves dance in my belly as I spread my legs wider for him. His gaze flicks up to mine, the smugness surprisingly absent when he reads my expression. “I won’t hurt you, Braithe.” “You’ll go slow, right?” A brief flash of something crosses over Kerian’s face. Before I can identify it, he smooths his expression and nods. “Yeah, Dimples, I’ll go slow.” “You’ll be gentle?” I hate how small my voice sounds, but looking at Kerian’s cock, the thick shaft and fat mushroom head, I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it if he’s as rough as I imagine he’ll be. He blankets me with his body, his hard cock bumping against my hole. I swallow roughly and meet his gaze. Kerian drags soft fingers over my lids, and they roll closed, breaking eye contact. “I promise.” I hold on to that, keeping his vow close to me as I open my eyes and give him a jerky nod. “Okay. I’m ready.” “When I push in, bear down and keep breathing.” I dip my chin, forcing myself to breathe as evenly as I can when he places his sheathed cockhead to my entrance. To my surprise, Kerian bends and gives me a slow, earth-shattering kiss that makes my toes curl. My head spins at the tenderness, something he hasn’t shown me since we started doing… whatever this is. Just like the first time he kissed me—and every instance since then—my head swims and I can’t think straight. All I can taste, touch, and smell is Kerian. I could ge...

As promised, Kerian feeds me his dick, my knees on the hard surface of the tub. His hands tug at my hair, roughly urging me up and down on his shaft. I gag and sputter, tears leaking down my face. Spit slips down my chin as he chokes me on his dick, but I don’t give a fuck. My cock is hard as a rock, throbbing as I tongue Kerian’s slit. “Fuck, your mouth. God damn. So wet and hot. Perfect little cockslut. So fucking perfect.” Kerian spouts more filth and I moan, the heady feeling of him fucking my face and his words making me come without warning. I spray his feet with my seed, shuddering through my orgasm. “That’s so fucking hot,” Kerian gasps, speeding up his thrusts. “Fuck, I want my load on your face.” He pulls his cock free from between my lips and jerks himself, spraying all over my face. I hold on to his thighs to keep myself upright while he comes in ropes on my cheeks and chin. Kerian pulls me to my feet and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He collects some of his release from my face and feeds it to me. I moan, rolling my tongue against his and swallowing him down. I grip his biceps, the only things keeping me on my feet while he owns my mouth.

He plants one more kiss to my shoulder, then removes his fingers, leans around me, and turns the shower off. “Out. Food. Then you gotta go.” “Romantic,” I deadpan, pushing my wet hair back. “Never claimed that.”

“It’s my favorite pizza place,” Kerian says, volunteering information to me. It’s small, insignificant even, but I hoard it greedily.

We don’t talk while we’re eating, but that’s fine. My mind is elsewhere, thinking about what this means for me and Kerian, and most importantly, when we’ll have a repeat. I fidget and my ass smarts, but not enough to put me off from wanting him inside me again.

The drive back to campus is quiet. Tense. I rub Kerian’s thigh, feeling it bunch under my hand. He sits stiffly in the driver’s seat, his jaw tight and his eyebrows a slash on his forehead. It’s probably because I’m touching him, but he’ll have to get used to it. He said I was his, so he has to accept how I am. And I am touchy as fuck. It drove some of my ex-girlfriends crazy, but it’s just how I am. I’m not going to change just because I’m fucking a dude now. When we pull up to my campus, Kerian idles in front of my building, the car in park but his eyes straight ahead. “Okay,” I murmur, looking at his profile. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.” He doesn’t answer, though his jaw ticks. Sighing, I open the door and have one foot out when he grabs my arm. I turn to him, a question on my tongue, but he kisses me before I can say anything. As before, his kiss is hard and demanding, a mark of ownership. And I allow it. He pulls away with a sigh, shaking his head. “I’ll see you soon, Dimples.” My fucking cheeks heat at his casual threat. “Yeah, okay.” I watch him drive away before I step into my building.

I feel a little off kilter. Before I left here today, I swore to cut Kerian off, to block his number and never talk to him again. When we were on the way to the pizza place, I told myself that once would be enough to get him out of my system. Now? Now I don’t think that’s possible. Not only because of the sex, but how careful he was with me when he was getting me ready. There’s nothing about Kerian that screams gentle or soft, but he was for me. He made my first time with a man so pleasurable that it’s all I can think about. My ass is sore, but I would push past the pain to feel him inside me again. But where is this all going? Kerian doesn’t look like the type to want a relationship. I’ll probably be just another fuck for him. He said I was his, though. Did he mean it or am I looking too much into it? Dudes have been known to promise shit when they come until their brain kicks back on. Kerian may have been of the same mind when he claimed me the way he did. Scoffing, I turn to my side, my eyes drooping. I’m happily sated, my hole sore and my body loose. Before I let sleep take over, my last thought is of Kerian’s face when he exploded inside me.

I spent entirely too long this morning staring at the text on my phone. Dimples: Morning. Sleep good? Thx… uh for you know Last night Yeah…have a good practice Who the fuck sends good morning texts to the person who kicked you out after taking your virginity? Zander Braithe is like a goddamn alien.

And definitely not Zander Braithe and his stupid fucking smile, or his soft lips, or his little moans.

He’s fucking everything up. I’m still seething when I shower off after practice, and I have full intentions of going back to my apartment when I’m done. I need to get out of my head. It’s obvious that whatever this obsession with Zander is, it’s not good, no matter how good his body feels. He’s under my skin in a way I’ve never let anyone get before. He’s like an infection, a fever burning through me and stripping away my senses. He’s making me sick and I don’t know what to do about it. I was soft with him last night. I’d meant to bring him to my apartment and fuck him silly, but I took care of him. And fuck me, it felt good. The thought makes my teeth clench, and I actually let out a grunt of frustration when I turn right instead of left. For some reason, I was going to his damn school again instead of my apartment. I didn’t know where he was this time, and I didn’t want to show up at his dorm. But I couldn’t deny the fact that I needed to see him. Maybe a part of me wanted to know if actually seeing him would make me realize that I’d fucked him out of my system. But… Shit, I’d called him mine, and it wasn’t like I wanted to take it back. With a low groan, I pull my phone out. Next time I have him alone, I’m going to install a tracker on his so I can keep up with him. For now, I have to do this the old-fashioned way. Thankfully, Zander is a social fucking butterfly. He posted a picture less than ten minutes ago at one of the off-campus diners. His face is warm and swee...

Kerian: Head in the game, Braithe. Win for me, yeah? Kerian: Good luck. Him wishing me luck could have just been him wanting to get some ass, but my mind stays stuck on the sentiment. It was… sweet.

Over the past few days, Kerian and I have been texting more and more. He mostly gives me shit about texting him good morning and asking how he slept, but I don’t pay it any mind. I told him that’s how I am and I won’t stop. He gave me more shit, but didn’t ask me to stop again. I think he secretly likes it. Surprisingly, I’ve enjoyed talking to Kerian. He doesn’t give me much, but a few words here or there throughout the day make me glow.

She has some fucking nerve. Jealous? Not fucking likely. Justin can have Megan. I have someone ten times better.

I love getting under his skin. One thing I’ve learned about Kerian is that he likes when I push back. He might not admit it, but when I don’t easily give in, he gets all keyed up and growly. He likes getting his way, but I’ve noticed he likes it even more when he gets his way after I pretend I don’t want to do what he says.

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. Now is the perfect time to prove that point—it’s the perfect time for me to pull my cock out and leave him there, fucked raw and used and a mess. I don’t give a fuck about anything but myself. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue while my hips piston into his pulsing hole again. They’re right there. If I tell him that now, he’ll know what this means to me—exactly nothing. Just orgasms and a good time. That’s all. And then the fucker reaches his hand up and runs his fingers through my sweaty hair, and that expression goes softer. A lighthouse. An anchor. “Fuck you, Braithe.” I growl it, but lean forward and press my lips against his so the sound of my orgasm catches on his tongue as I explode inside him. My arms lift, hands tangling in his hair so I can pull his head back and lick into his mouth. Pleasure sweeps through me and I deepen the kiss, fingers clenching in his hair until he moans against me and lets me taste him even more. I don’t want to admit it, but this kiss is different. I feel like I’m trying to crawl inside him, like I’m trying to work my way past his tongue so I can nestle into his ribs and examine the thundering heartbeat I can feel playing confessions inside his chest. If I could see it, maybe I could understand. If I could see it, I’d probably shatter it. My body spasms and my...

Ever since he fucked me in my dorm room last week, all I can think about is what he said. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was out of this world amazing, but I can’t get my mind off how he kissed me. It started off rough and demanding, but when he came, it got… soft, sweet. Then him saying I was his? Yeah, my head is everywhere but in the conversation with my friend.

Like the gentleman I am, I open the car door for him. Thankfully, it doesn’t squeak when I do. He rolls his eyes, but I notice the smile tipping up his lips as he gets in.

Kerian looks at the food skeptically. “You sure this is good?” Rolling my eyes, I pick up one of the zucchini fries and bring it to his lips. When he doesn’t open right away, I shake the food in his face. “Try it. For me.” He gives me a dry look before he opens and takes a bite. His eyes widen when he chews. “Oh, shit. Okay, that is delicious.” I grin smugly. “Right? Here, try it with some of the sauce.” I pop the fry he bit into my mouth and grab a fresh one. I dunk it into Sheila’s special sauce and bring it to Kerian’s lips. He takes a hearty bite, nipping at my finger. I hiss. To my surprise, Kerian laughs again. A deep belly laugh that transforms his face. Sighing, I smile at him, planting my elbow on the table and resting my chin on my hand. “You’re kinda beautiful, you know that?” His cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink, but he rolls his eyes and says, “Shut the fuck up, Braithe.” I don’t take offense to it. I’m used to Kerian and his growly attitude. It’s actually endearing now that I know him. We reach for the zucchini fries at the same time. I move my hand away, letting him grab one. He takes it and dips it in the sauce and holds it out. “Come here, Zandy.” Grinning, I lean in and take the fry into my mouth, groaning when the sauce hits my tongue. “You have something right here,” Kerian says, tapping beside his mouth. I reach up to wipe it away, but he grabs my hand. “No, let me.” Then he leans in and licks along the seam of my mouth. I groan, and Kerian swall...

I want too much, and I’ve never been able to stop myself from taking things when I realize they’re supposed to be mine. And Zander—all of him, his blushes and his body wrapped in silk? That’s supposed to be mine.

He bites his lower lip and brings his hands forward, skating his palms over the fabric straining against his frame. When he brushes his fingertips over his nipples and shivers, I know he’s doing it on purpose. It brings me up to my feet so I can crowd against him, and my hands follow the path he just trailed—the warmth of his skin in contrast to the smooth silk is intoxicating. I want to mouth over his cock, I want to pull the thin string away from his ass and absolutely devour him. I want hours of him dressed just like this until I turn him just as red as the fabric he’s wearing.

Kerian curses, looking down at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I preen under his attention, loving how warm it makes me feel. He stuffs two fingers in my mouth and I suck them greedily, moaning as he pushes them in and out. He’s rough and demanding, driving me hard, but I don’t care. I want whatever he gives me. “Fucking hell, Zander,” he murmurs, removing his fingers. I whimper, dragging myself closer to him so I can get to his dick. I nose over Kerian’s bulge, breathing him in. Fuck, he smells so good. Spicy and masculine. Not a smell I thought I’d find intoxicating, but here I am, on my knees in a dressing room with a bra and panties on, sniffing at Kerian. A deep groan flows from his lips as he pushes his hand through my hair. My cock twitches in my panties, teasing along the silk encasing my dick. Who would have thought I’d like how silk feels against my skin? I feel sexy as fuck, especially when Kerian looked at me the way he did. He might be a fucking robot sometimes with his expressions, but he couldn’t hide his lust and approval when he saw me all dressed up for him.

I smirk up at him as I undo his pants. His dick is hard as a rock, that sexy vein I love so much throbbing right before my eyes. Glancing up at him, I drag his pants down, watching emotions morph over his face. I hide my surprise. Kerian never shows me his emotions so baldly. Maybe he’s in as deep as I am. There’s no need to hide it—I’m in way over my head when it comes to hims. It’s more than like. I’m not sure what it is, since Kerian is such a dick to me. But fuck, there’s something about him that has my head all fucked up. “Fuck, Braithe. You don’t know how good you look on your knees.” His fingers ghost over my skin as they trail down to rub the bra strap. “Love seeing this on you.” A soft moan drifts up my throat. This is raw Kerian. A Kerian I wouldn’t have seen the last time I got down on my knees for him. Or when he made me get on my knees for him. Back in Nirvana. I never thought I would enjoy making him feel good, looking up at him while I pleased him with my mouth. Weeks ago, Kerian would have fucked my throat and given me shit while he did. Now, he’s praising me. Telling me how much he likes what I’m doing for him. Something in my chest squeezes as I look up at him. His eyes soften as he drags his hand up my face, thumbing under my eye. “Can’t wait to gag you on my dick until you’re crying.” There he is.

Fuck, this is the Kerian I’m falling for. The rough, abrasive man who doesn’t allow me to get away with shit. No matter how much I tease him, no matter how much I fight against his demands, he knows I love that shit and gives me what I want, what I need, at every turn.

“Zander. Fuck. Look at me.” My eyes flick up to his, and my heart freezes. Unfiltered Kerian is back, and he’s a fucking sight. His eyes reflect some kind of emotion I can’t identify. His breathing is rapid and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. A blush blooms over his cheeks as he fucks into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin.

Kerian’s hand drifts down to my ass, caressing me through my jeans. “How do they feel?” His voice drops an octave, the husky growl ghosting over my skin. “Good,” I answer honestly. His smirk is sexy as fuck as he saunters up to the register. When the cashier comes back, she gives Kerian a long look when all he slides across to her are the tags. My face heats so much, sweat dots my brow. She looks at me, her eyes roaming over my body. I’m sure my shirt shows the imprint of the bralette under it, but whatever. Embarrassment heats my skin, but also makes my cock chub up, even though I just came. New kink unlocked, I guess. After he pays and takes the tags from the shocked woman, I usher us out of the store. It feels weird, the way my jeans feel against my naked ass cheeks, but it’s not unwelcome. It’s new. Different.

This date was miles different from the last one. Sure, both ended with orgasms, but sitting down and eating with him, feeding each other and sharing kisses every few minutes. It was… I loved it. I want more. If his unexpected glee and constant smiles were anything to go by, Kerian liked it too.

He growls and launches himself at me, taking my wrists in his hands and thrusting them over my head. Then he proceeds to… tickle me. I’m so shocked that I freeze for a moment, then I laugh at his antics. I’m not ticklish at all, but I like seeing him like this. After he came in yesterday, looking like someone had stolen his puppy and he’d lost the championship game, I didn’t think I’d see this side of him so quickly. I’m not sure what happened or how I’ll ask him about it—Kerian is not an open book by any means—but I want to know. I need to know. If someone hurt him or upset him, I need to know who it is so I can stop them. Kerian stops tickling me, then lowers his face, kissing my smiling lips. I sigh into his mouth, soaking up this softer side of him. Kerian is full of surprises.

Good. Zander is always going to be good. Too good for me.

My brows come together, because I know… I know what I want. No, I know what I need. “Give me your phone.” If this is going to work… and fuck me, I knew when I started in on him that I wanted to make it work… Well, Zander needs to see me now, at my worst. He has to understand that the person he wants to be with isn’t a good person—a whole person. And he’ll just have to find a way to want me despite it.

My fingers are shaking where I’m holding him, and my eyes burn while I search his face. There’s a part of me that still wants to tell him to fuck off—to tell him to get on his knees and suck my cock so we can just make up, because I know he’d probably do it. But… A bigger part of me knows that if I do that, this is still going to end. And I realize I can’t let it end. I can’t let him go.