Page 84 of Secrets and Lies
“But?” he prompts when I don’t continue.
“I just thought…” I pause and try to find the right words to explain what’s going on in my head. “I just saw this going differently.”
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move, and the familiar urge to fill the silence hits hard.
“I mean,” I rush on. “I basically gave you consent to do whatever you want to me, and you’re being…nice.”
He stays quiet for a few beats, then he leans down and puts his lips next to my ear. “Do you want to know a secret about me?”
“Yeah,” I say on a breathy exhale.
Having all of him on me like this and feeling his hard dick pressing into my thigh is almost too much, but at the same time, it’s not nearly enough.
“My biggest kink isn’t the mask or sneaking into your room.” He rubs his cheek against mine. The soft material of his mask catches on my stubble, and the little tugs send zings of pleasure through me. “It’s not even bossing you around and watching you melt into a puddle for me.” He nuzzles my cheek with his again. “Do you want to know what it is?”
“Tell me,” I whisper, sounding as dazed as I feel.
“It’s getting you off,” he says in a low voice, his lips against my ear. “Watching you come undone gets me hot. Making you feel good makes me feel really good.” He presses a kiss just under my ear, and the sensation of his mask between his lips and my skin sends a little shiver up my spine. “So buckle up, buttercup, because I’m feeling greedy tonight.” He drops another mask-covered kiss against my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, silently asking for more, and he obliges.
I don’t know what it is about feeling his kisses through the mask that’s so damn hot, but I’m practically vibrating with need when he eventually lifts his head.
“Now,” he says in that calm, commanding voice from before. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to kiss you again, and you’re going to kiss me back. Then you’re going to shut that brain of yours down and stop overthinking everything while I dowhateverI want to you.”
A sense of calm settles over me, and I close my eyes when he reaches for his mask.
Now that I know what’s coming, excitement curls in my chest, and I let out a little sigh when his lips brush against mine.
His kisses are firm and confident, and I immediately open for him. He dips his tongue between my lips, and our groans mix and mingle as our tongues tangle together.
Holy fuck, he’s a good kisser, and I sink into the moment as he ravages my mouth with deep, drugging kisses.
My thoughts are spinning when he finally pulls away, and it takes a few seconds to clear my head enough that I can open my eyes.
He’s standing over me again, his mask back in place, and excitement curls in my chest when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed next to me. Then he reaches back into that same pocket and pulls out a condom.
My body is tight with anticipation as he tears the plastic open, and I hold my breath when he rolls it down his length with practiced ease.
Holy fuck. This is really happening.
I’m about to get fucked by one of my frat brothers. And I have no idea which one.
With all the confidence of someone who’s probably done this dozens, if not hundreds, of times, he picks the packet of lube up from the bed and uses what’s left to slick up his dick.
I can barely breathe as he pulls one of my legs so my calf is resting on his shoulder, then guides the head of his cock toward my entrance. I tense when his dick bumps against my hole, but he just rubs the tip over it a few times, then presses it against me and pushes in.
I gasp at the sting of pain from being breached, but he’s gentle as he slowly pushes into me, not stopping until his thighs brush against my ass.
I half expect him to start pounding into me right away, but he rests one hand on my chest and holds still, giving me the chance to get used to having him inside me.
It takes a few moments for the pain and the burn from being stretched to fade, and we both let out soft moans when he finally rocks his hips and starts moving.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt flows through me, and I lie under him as he gradually speeds up, thrusting faster and harder until the only thing keeping me from sliding up the bed is his grip on my leg and his hand on my chest pressing me into the mattress.
I always thought that being spread out like this for someone would be uncomfortable. That I’d feel exposed and vulnerable and that would stop me from being able to enjoy it, but I was wrong.
Being completely at his mercy like this and knowing that he’s in charge is exactly what I needed to shut my brain down, and the only things on my mind are how much I want this and how good everything feels.
