Page 58 of Frat Ghost Wingman

He was referring to my dick, so I flipped him off. “You’re just not hot enough.”

He returned the gesture. “Nah, you’re just besotted with Zachary.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. It seemed that was the case.

When I got back to the frat, I snuck a can of pineapple juice from the fridge, a leftover from our last party, and managed to get to our room without being entangled in any conversation or tasked with any fraternity business. It was likely because almost everyone was watching the Patriots game.

Zach wasn’t back from the library yet, so I downed the entire can, tossed my bag on the floor by my bed and laid on the couch. Before I could get comfy, my eyes caught on the staircase. I had barely used the tower, so I changed my mind about where to wait for Zach and headed up.

Once I had a good look at it, I could see why he spent so much time up here, and now I wondered why I hadn’t. He had added a few new pillows and blankets, making it quite cozy.

With the plumpest pillow behind my head, I laid back and pulled my phone out of my pocket. If Zach truly wanted to fuck my brains out, I was going to have to do some research.

After several illuminating and explicit instructional videos, I ordered a few items that would make future sexual encounters cleaner. I certainly didn’t want that to happen during or after sex. According to online sources, my diet was already a match for an ideal sex life as a bottom.

A bottom.

That wasn’t a term I’d really ever thought of before, but it seemed like that’s what I was. I wanted someone to take control, and I liked my ass played with. I just hoped that it could handle what Zach had hanging between his legs.

I wasn’t sure how fast Zach wanted to take things, but I’d do my best to be ready. He would likely be patient with me, but I still didn’t want to embarrass myself.

“Teo?”

Zach!

“I’m up in the tower!”

I clicked my phone off and shoved it in my pocket.

“What are you doing up here?” he asked, his head popping into view.

“Just relaxing.” I shrugged. “Playing on my phone.”

“Can I join you?”

“Of course. You made it so comfy up here. I regret not coming up here sooner.”

“It’s got great views too.”

“It does now,” I said without breaking eye contact. I raised my eyebrows in anticipation as he crawled over to me, straddling my lap.

“It does, does it?”

My hands automatically moved to his waist. “You’re so cold.”

“Hmmm, if only there was something that could warm me up,” he said, rubbing his chin.

It didn’t seem like he was going to say it, so I did. “Kiss me.”

Zach let his body slide on top of mine as he lowered himself close enough for our lips to connect. He must’ve just used lip balm; he tasted like cherries. I felt his tongue press against my lips, so I parted them and let him explore. My right hand traveled up his back, entangling itself in his curls.

When he started grinding against me, I threw my head back in surprise and Zach didn’t miss a beat. His mouth was on my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking.

“That feels good.”

In between kisses, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. “Of course.”