“But I need it.”
He cocks his head. “How badly?”
“I’d do anything,” I pant, jerking my hips, making my cock thump my belly with a meaty thwack.
This time when he takes me all the way down, he dips a finger to my perineum, stroking the hot, slick skin before rubbing back against my pucker. I’m gasping, shoving into his mouth again and again, utterly desperate now.
Finally, he pushes his finger inside me as he swallows down my dick, impossibly tight. It’s game over. I arch, my buttocks clenching, and scream as I come and come down his throat. Through a haze of pleasure, I watch his throat working as he swallows. That sight squeezes a final small spurt from my dick.
“Oh mygod,” I breathe, falling back against the sheets. “My brain just came out of my cock.”
He chuckles, staring down at me. His eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth swollen. I can see his erection pressing against his suit trousers.
“Come here,” I whisper. “It’s your turn now.”
To my astonishment, he shakes his head and sits back. “No, that was just for you. You’ll sleep well now. All those lovely endorphins buzzing around.”
“What? Really?”
He nods solemnly.
“But isn’t that totally against the rules? You’re not supposed to be servicing me.”
“I won’t tell Julian if you don’t.”
“And you really don’t want anything in return?” My voice is slurred with tiredness, and I’m fighting to keep my eyes open.
He strokes my hair back, and I snuggle into his touch, my eyes sliding shut.
“No, I don’t,” he says softly. “Sleep now, Wes. Everything will be alright.”
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” I whisper.
I don’t hear his answer. Sleep pushes me off the world’s edge.
When I wake up, he’s gone, the bed big and empty once more, but the pillow next to me bears the imprint of his head. And somehow it feels like his hug is still working its magic on me, because instead of panicking, I leap out of bed with a spring in my step, ready to take on these exams.
ten
Two Weeks Later
I leave the exam hall, blinking like a mole in the bright sunshine. My back hurts and my head throbs, but I’m finally free—the last exam is done, and university is finished. I wait for the euphoria to hit me, but it doesn’t come. I feel curiously empty and adrift. Everything I’ve worked towards is done, and now it’s just a waiting game.
“Is that it?” someone calls from behind me.
I turn to see Caleb, one of the blokes in my class. I don’t know him well, just on a nodding basis. “Yeah,” I say. “Thank fuck.”
He laughs.
“What about you?” I ask.
“One more tomorrow.” He stretches. “I can’t wait to be free of this place.”
I nod, but I’m not sure I agree with him. I’ve relished coming here for the last three years. It’s made me feel like I finally belong somewhere. The campus is modern and pretty fucking ugly but it’s still familiar and has always felt safe. I’m the only person in my family who’s ever been to university, to myknowledge. My dad’s side of the family tree is rather shadowed, to say the least, and I’ve never known any of them.
“So, are you off to celebrate?” he asks.
I smile at him. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
