Page 11 of CryBully
“Three things you smell.”
“Fabric softener, my deodorant, and your soap.”
“Two things you feel."
“Your heart is racing against my arm and the blanket on top of me,” I say, taking another deep breath.
“Perfect. Now one thing you can taste,” he whispers, and I roll over, leaning in.
“You,” I breathe, pressing my lips against his. He sucks in a breath when my tongue snakes against his bottom lip. He opens and I swirl mine against his, groaning at the minty taste in his mouth. I suck his tongue and he moans, pulling me closer. I grip his leg and wrap it around my waist then run my hand up his ribs, causing him to shiver. He goes to pull away but I don’t let him.Right now, I just need him. Even if I don’t deserve it.
My hand glides up his bare chest and I wrap my hand around his throat, deepening the kiss, feeling his cock hardening against mine. I pull away panting. “I need you Bash,” I admit, and he takes a deep breath, disappearing under the blanket as he crawls down my body, pressing his lips against my chest and licking down my stomach. He pulls down my sweats and grips my cock in his hand, stroking me before his lips wrap around my pierced tip, causing me to hiss. “Fuck, Bash,” I groan as he sucks down my length and takes me to the back of his throat. I wish the lights were on. I want to look into his eyes while he gags on my cock. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I groan deep in my chest. He swallows around me, cupping my balls, giving them a squeeze. “Mmm, such a good boy, Bash.” He moves between my legs bobbing his head up and down my cock before he swirls his tongue around my piercing, making my thighs tremble. His mouth slides off of me and he spits on his fingers then slides them between my cheeks.
“Let me make you feel good, Zan,” he growls, and I groan when his wet fingers slide inside me as his mouth sinks back down my length.
“Fuckkk, Bash. Your throat is so fucking tight,” I moan as he takes me once again to the back of his throat, gagging hard just how I like it. I shiver as his fingers pump inside me and I thrust up as he sucks me harder, picking up his pace. I run my hands through his dirty blond hair, pulling at the roots, and he growls. “I want you to cum with me. Please let me,” I beg, and he releases me with a pop, but continues to finger fuck my ass.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I growl.
“Yes. Come up here. Now!” I command, and he laughs. “Sit on my face, Buttercup,” I order, and he groans, removing his fingers from my ass. He gets up, removing the blanket, and takes off his sweats as I move down the bed so he has room to straddle my face. He climbs on top and I lick up his length and spit on my fingers before sinking him into my mouth. He groans as I spread his cheeks and sink my fingers inside him.
“Mmm… yes. Fuck, Zan,” he groans as his hips roll, sending him deeper into my mouth. He strokes my length, then sinks his fingers back into me, and we both groan deeply. I swallow around his length, adding another finger into him. His body shakes as mine shivers and I thrust up into him, gagging him once again which only makes his ass tighter as I continue to finger him. I swallow and gag, knowing he’s close as I feel his balls lift and his body trembling uncontrollably. His hips snap as I thrust up over and over again until we both cum so fucking hard down each others throat. His cock softens and he slows his pace, easing out of my ass and off my cock. He pants as I do the same then he climbs off of me. I grab his arms and pull him up to me, slamming my lips against his. He lays between my legs as we continue to kiss. I wrap my arms around him because I wish so badly that we could stay like this forever, but I know it’s not possible, and before I know it—the lights come back on and he gets up without a second glance, gets dressed and leaves the room.
Why does he keep leaving me? I don’t get it. I just wanted more time but then again–after the way I treated him at practice, I wouldn’t want me either.
Chapter 9
Bastian Vos
I had to get away from him. I just need to fucking breathe. The Zan that just freaked out over the dark, the one who was sweet and caring and actually let me in, that’s the Zan I fell for during summer camp. This flippy floppy shit is driving me absolutely nuts. I don’t know how to feel. This is all so confusing. I’m so deep in thought that I don’t realize I’m outside until the rain slams against my skin, causing me to shiver. But I don’t stop. I just walk, becoming soaked, and I couldn’t care less. I just need a god damn minute. I don’t know what to make of this shit. From the moment I stepped foot inside that dorm room, my thoughts have been turned upside down. One minute he’s teasing me, the next he’s vicious with his words and actions, pushing me to my limits on the ice. I could scream in frustration. I just don’t understand.
Lightning strikes in the sky and thunder rumbles, making me jump. The rain becomes unbearable so I run back inside, nearly slipping on the wood floor.
“Holy shit, you’re soaked,” a cheerful voice states to my right. I shake my head and water sprays from my wet hair. The girl squeals, and I laugh.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get you wet,” I say sincerely, and she giggles.
“It’s okay, but you should really get a hot shower before you get sick,” she tells me, and I raise a brow.
“You sound like my mother, scolding me for playing in the rain.” I laugh, making her giggle again.
“Sorry, med student. I’m Jessi,” she states, sticking her hand out for me to shake. I slide my hand into hers, returning the gesture.
“I’m—”
“Bash Vos, I know who you are.” She winks, and suddenly, I feel extremely uncomfortable. You would think I’d soak it up when a hot girl comes on to me but I don’t. Truthfully, I– “Do you want to come up to my room? I can give you some warm clothes,” she asks, but I shake my head.
“Raincheck, Jessi? I have some studying to do before the big game tomorrow. I just came down here to get some air,” I tell her. It’s not a complete lie but I’m also not a dick. I have respect for the other sex even if—
“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you at the game. Go Ice Serpents,” she cheers, making me laugh. I watch as she walks away, then I head back to my room, shivering as I walk. Hopefully he’s sleeping and I won’t have to explain myself.
Opening the door, I step in and see he’s sitting on his bed with headphones on and a book in his hands. I shut the door behind me, and he rips his headphones off.
“What the fuck, Bash,” he shouts, but I ignore him and peel my soaked shirt over my head and throw it into the hamper. “So, you’re just going to ignore me? Real mature,” he huffs, and I spin on him.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I have nothing to say to you. Get your head out of your ass or leave me the fuck alone,” I spit, and he rolls his eyes.
“Request denied. You know—” But I interrupt him.
