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My eyes flutter closed as my breath stutters, the tingling spreads through me, my chest pounds, my ears ring, and my dick pulses. He yells out beneath me, and I scream as my orgasm rips through me. I come hard, ribbons of cum shoot onto his chest as my ass heats as he comes into the condom. We both stare at my dick as more cum shoots from me. Both of us gasp and groan; there’s banging on the wall, and I don’t care.

“Oh, fuck,” I shout as Killian roars out.

“Shut the fuck up,” Steven yells. Killian bursts out laughing. I flop against his chest as he wraps his arms around me and rolls onto his side, sweaty and sticky, covered in my cum. His dick softens and slides out of me. I shudder in his arms. Reaching over me and tugging the condom off, he chucks it on the floor before wrapping me in his arms. I stare into his eyes, and he leans in, closing his eyes and kissing me. The moment is so tender, my heart flutters with an overwhelming need to be his, to belong to him and only him. He holds me tight against him, my body enveloped by his, and I rest my forehead against his chest.

“Sleep, Nerd.” He kisses the top of my head. I don’t want this to end. I snuggle into him. I know when I wake, he’ll be gone, and it’ll be like it never happened. His heartbeats a strong, solid rhythm, and I curl tighter against him, not wanting to let him go, feeling safe. The thud of his heart lulls me to sleep, the warmth of his body pulls me under, and I smile into his chest as I drift off.

Killian

Chapter 17

I wake in the morning wrapped around Scott and hold him a little tighter. Everything’s changed now. I can’t let things go back to how they were. I want him, need him.

He’s mine.

I won’t ever be able to let him go. Leaning down, I kiss him gently so as not to wake him. We really made every second count well into the early hours, so I should let him catch up on his sleep. After sliding out from underneath him, I grab my clothes from the floor and tiptoe out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the landing.

Once I’ve turned on the water, I step under it and take a quick shower, scrubbing the dried cum off me and smiling at the feeling of it on my skin. I step out, throw on my clothes, and rush downstairs, tossing my boots at the front door and hanging my coat on the hook. I pad into the kitchen and fire up the kettle. Scowling at the shit coffee, I vow to get Scott a coffee maker because I know he loves mine. I look through the fridge and frown, shaking my head. This isn’t good enough. I head towards the front door, snatching up my boots and jacket, and leave.

Iwant to grab breakfast for us and slide into bed with him. The rest of my day has just become busy, and I don’t want to miss a second of it. After jogging out to the bike, I make my way home. I can’t carry breakfast, so I’ll have to swap for the car, hit the coffee shop and be back before Scott wakes.

I don’t know what happened last night or how we got here, but I’ve never felt like that. The feel of him against me. The shock of seeing him naked when I walked into his room. Seeing him like that—all man, his slim but toned body, the sexy dip of his Adonis belt leading to his cock. The size of him took me by surprise. He’s not as thick as me, but fuck me, he has a perfect cock. The rest of his body is fucking glorious. Seeing him as a man for probably the first time broke something inside me, and it was like a floodgate being ripped open, all these feelings and sensations washed over me, and my body surged with energy. My skin is tingling at the thought of him naked in bed, waiting for me to get back.

I rip the throttle harder, needing to be back, unsure of what’s gonna happen from here, but everything’s out of the window now. There’s no going back. I need to be with him. I need him to be mine. I need to fill each one of his holes, to claim every inch of him and bathe him in my cum and mark him forever.

Scott

Chapter 18

My body and mind wake before I open my eyes. I’m filled with the hope that he’ll still be here, but my eyes finally crack open to the recognition that he isn’t. I tell myself I can’t be mad, knowing exactly what this would be when I threw myself at him last night.

Killian doesn’t do relationships. One night is the most I could expect from him, and although I’m disappointed. I’m more disappointed in myself that I allowed myself to hope for a different outcome. I shake my head as I sit up and stretch. Everything aches in the best way possible. We had an amazing night, and if nothing else, I have that, and no one can take that away from me.

I can’t imagine sex ever being like that with anyone else. Sighing, I grab my clothes and step into the bathroom. The mirror is fogged, and I don’t think Steven would be up this early, and the thought that Killian showered before he left hurts a little, too. I’m still coated in cum and sweat. While I’m not mad about it because I had the best night, I do feel slightly perturbed. Where do I go from here? What do I say to him when I see him again?

I fire the shower up and decide I’ll head to the library. I’ve got an assignment due. Even though I’m not ashamed of what we did, I don’t really want to run into him for a while.

I dress quickly, snatch my bag and laptop, and rush out the door, heading straight to the library. I practically run all the way there, not wanting anyone to see me, and especially not wanting to bump into Killian. When I push into the library, I make my way to the back. Becky is sitting at the last table in the corner. I slide into the seat opposite her and give her a tight-lipped smile.

I start by pulling out my laptop and setting everything up on the table. Her eyes widen, and she leans forward, resting on her elbows. She grins at me and whispers, “Spill.”

“What?” I frown at her, confusion clear in my gaze.

“Did Derren do that?” She leans closer and rests over the table, pointing at my neck.

I rub at it and look at my fingers, wondering what the hell she’s talking about.

“He might as well have pissed on you to mark his territory.” She giggles and flops back into her seat, gripping her side.

I jump up from the chair and rush towards the toilet. The door crashes as I slam my way inside, running straight to the mirror. “What the fuck?” I gasp, staring at my neck. It’s covered in love bites. Big purple marks all over. I push down the neck of my sweater; they pepper my skin all around my neck and my collarbone. Some are big, really big, and I just stare at myself in the mirror. A big reminder of the slut I was. The marks are a dead giveaway that I’m atramp. I close my eyes and hold myself up on the counter. What the fuck am I going to do other than hide?

My stomach drops when I realise what I’ve done. What I allowed to happen with Killian. My hands shake, and I close my eyes, gripping my fists on the counter as my mind races.

Who the hell am I right now?

I cheated. I cheatedwith Killian. Unable to have screwed everything up any more if I’d actually tried. The thought of what Derren will do to me if he finds out sends a shudder through me. I try to focus, but thoughts of Derren invade my mind, the way he was at dinner. The way he took from me, only to leave me when his friends messaged. He literally got what he wanted, then ran out of there, leaving me standing naked in my room.

I shake my head. It’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have thrown myself at Killian, no matter how I feel about him.Especiallybecause of how I feel about him, knowing full well how Killian works. I’ve witnessed them wanting more, but once he’s done, he’s done. I knew this, and yet I still fell for it. I still allowed it to happen. In fact, I instigated it.