Chapter 43 : Bitch are you in heat
STEPHEN’S POV
“Let's have some fun….” I whispered into Tory’s ears and he smiled. “But I can't let Marcus find out.”
He gave me that smirk that told me that he was happy to sneak around with me and that's what I wanted. I needed to fuck this energy out of my body and since Tory is offering….who am I to say no.
He held my hands and dragged me towards the boys dorm. “I have a single room. That would be perfect.”
“Yapp…lets go. I cant wait to put you in different posititon.” I said to him, licking my lips as I thought about the task ahead.
We got to his room, immediately he opened the door, he dragged me inside and his lips landed on me with such force, I took a deep breath to stabilize myself.
“hhmmmm…..bitch are you in heat?” I asked. He gave me no reply and continued with what he had been doing. He kissed me with so much intensity, you would think that he it had been all he thinks about.
I guided him to the bed without disconnecting the kiss. I pulled my shirt, my pants and was left with my briefs.
Tory looked at me with gleaming eyes. “Fuck, you are more hotter than I imagained.”
I chuckled, “I guess I am….now let's get down to business.”
He quickly pulled down his trousers and his shirt. I won't lie, Tory's body build was to die for. He pulled down his pants and briefs and his dick sprang out, gard and dripping with precum. He stroked it slowly and my eyes gleamered with more loss.
“Fuck….”
I pulled down my briefs and he smiled. My dick standing at attention. “That’s fucking huge. I can't wait for it to stretch me up. But for now, let me taste you like I said I would.”
He got on his knees, as his hands wrapped around my cock and stroked it. I let out a low moan and he chuckled at my reaction. His tongue slowly moved up and down my shaft and the feeling was heavenly. Before I couldn't tell him to stop teasing me, his lips covered my cock, taking it deep till he got to the base of my throat.
“Fuck, that's so good.” I said the warmness of his lips filled my pleaser. He began to move. It was slow at first but then he picked up the pace. It was so much better than I expected.
“Tory…I'm…”
I couldn’t get out a complete statement. The pleasire was so fucking blinding and I didn't want to do anythting fuck his throat hard. I held his head at a place and I picked u\[ the pace as I fucked his mouth so hard. Every stroke was hitting the back of his throat as he made those choking sounds which pushed me further to the edge.
I wanted to cum and I wanted him to drink every inch of it. That was what I wanted. At the last stroke, I shot cum down his throat and he swallowed every bit of it.
Tory stood up and smiled. “That was amazing. Now let's get to the main thing.”
He positioned himself on the bed, spreading his legs open till I could see his hole.
“Now, come make me feel good.”
Tory’s fingers were still loosely wrapped around mine when I pulled away.
“I should go,” I muttered, already reaching for my jeans on the floor.
“It’s barely been ten minutes,” he said softly.
I forced a shrug. “Sorry, I have an early practice.”
That wasn’t a lie, but that wasn't the reason either.
The room felt smaller now. Suffocating. What had felt exciting twenty minutes ago now just felt… hollow.
Tory sat up against the headboard, sheets pooled around his waist. “You do this a lot?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Use people as distractions.”
I froze for half a second before recovering. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh. “See? That right there. You’re deflecting.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and avoided looking at him. Because if I did, I might see something I didn’t want to acknowledge.
“You knew what this was,” I said. “I made no promises and no expectations.”
“I know.” His voice wasn’t angry. That almost made it worse. “I just thought maybe…”
He trailed off.
I slipped my shoes on and stood. “Maybe what?”
“Maybe you would stop pretending you don’t care about him.”
There it was again. Him.
I clenched my jaw. “We’re not talking about Marcus.”
“You’re always talking about Marcus. Even when you don’t say his name.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
I grabbed my hoodie from the chair and shoved my arms through it. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tory slid off the bed and stepped closer, not touching me this time. Just standing there. “I know the look on someone’s face when they’re trying to erase someone else.”
Silence stretched between us because he wasn’t wrong.
Every laugh I had forced, every reckless decision and person I had dragged into my orbit lately—it had all been about drowning out one thing.
The night Hayden said he might transfer.
The way his voice cracked when he tried to act like it didn’t matter. The way my chest felt like it was being ripped open and I still didn’t stop him.
“I’m not in love with him,” I snapped, the words coming out sharper than I intended.
Tory tilted his head. “Okay.”
That simple response made me angrier than if he’d argued. “I’m not,” I repeated, but it sounded weaker this time. Even to my own ears.
Tory’s expression softened. “You don’t have to label it but whatever it is, it’s real.”
I hated that word.
Real meant I couldn’t ignore it or fuck it out of my system.
I stepped toward the door. “This was fun,” I said, my tone shifting back to casual. Detached. “We should do it again sometime.”
He didn’t smile this time. “Sure.” But we both knew it wouldn’t be the same.
I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.The dorm was quieter now, the earlier noise faded into a low hum. My pulse felt too loud in my ears.