An Exclusive Kind of Love

Once we got to his dorm, he set me down on his bed, pulled the bed curtain shut, and headed off to shower.

I hugged his pillow and squirmed like a happy little worm, feeling like I might float away on a cloud of bliss. Sneaking a peek through a gap in the curtain, I watched his tall, broad-shouldered back as he walked away.

That raw, masculine energy hit my nose like a wave, and the craving down below surged unbearably. I curled my toes on instinct, fighting with everything I had to hold back the maddening itch.

But I couldn't help myself. Just one little touch—that was all it took. In an instant, I lost control. A rush of wetness soaked through the sheets.

Oh god. I'd just ruined the campus heartthrob's bedsheets. What would he do to me? Would he punish me hard? Bend me over, grab me by the hair, and…

The more I thought about it, the more it drove me wild. I squeezed my thighs together, but I still couldn't stop trembling.

Water splashed loudly in the shower. Like a little thief, I poked my head out from behind the curtain. His roommates were snoring like thunder. Sure they were all dead asleep, I slipped out of bed, hunched low, and crept over to the bathroom door.

Through the crack, I could see him clearly. His back was broad and solid, carved with deep, defined lines. His chest rose high and firm. His waist was lean, his abs tight and powerful. Droplets slid from the ends of his hair, trailing down his shoulders, following the grooves of his muscles. The whole bathroom throbbed with the thick, hot pulse of his presence.

And especially… that part. Oh. My. God. I knew he was gifted, but seeing it with my own eyes left me speechless. The sheer size, the sheer majesty of it.

My head filled with nothing but fantasies of us going at it like a house on fire. I couldn't stop swallowing hard.

Then a crazy, reckless thought took root in my brain. I couldn't wait another second. I wanted to sleep with him. Right here. Right now. I wanted him to take me rough, to use me without a shred of mercy.

To make sure nothing went wrong, I pulled a few sleeping pills and a lust capsule from my pocket. I'd originally bought them for the construction worker—never got the chance to use them. Now, finally, they were about to come in handy.

I slipped the pills into his water glass, then scrambled back under the covers, my heart slamming against my ribs.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom. Water still dripped from his hair. His upper body was completely bare, and he'd only pulled on a pair of shorts. The bulge strained against the fabric, looking like it might fall out any second.

I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to rip them off myself.

He noticed me staring at him with wide eyes. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. "Still awake?"

Before I knew what I was saying, I told him, "I was waiting for you."

Something dark flickered in his gaze. His breathing grew heavier.

I handed him the water. "You must be thirsty. I poured you some water."

"Thanks." His cheeks flushed as he took it.

I only relaxed when I watched him drink it down, every last drop.

As for the sheets, I lied and said I'd accidentally spilled water while pouring his drink. He didn't get mad. Just pulled out a fresh set and changed them.

He lay down next to me. I held my breath, heart racing, waiting for the drugs to kick in. The seller said the capsule would take effect in thirty seconds—super potent.

But three minutes passed. Nothing. And then, before I knew it, I heard the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing from beside me.

He'd fallen asleep?!

I stared at his face—so gorgeous it was practically a crime against humanity. How could I hold back? I wrestled with myself for what felt like forever. In the end, I made my choice.

Carefully, quietly, I crawled down to the foot of the bed. With trembling fingers, I pulled down his shorts.

Oh my god. This close, I could barely breathe.

I swept my hair to one side, ready to dive in—when I felt a pair of eyes on me.

I looked up.

Otis's dark, bright eyes were wide as saucers. "What… what are you doing?"