جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

MAXWELL’s POV I turned my head from side to side on the bed, slowly drifting out of sleep. When my eyes finally opened, I found myself staring at the white POP ceiling. I rubbed my chest and that's when I realized something was different. My gaze moved over my body and panic surged through me.I was naked.With Rishabh in the bed.I jerked out of the bed, “Jesus, what have I done?” I muttered.I pressed a hand over my temple, how could I have done this?What was I thinking?This must have been the alcohol.And just then, my head started throbbing with faint pain. “But you're straight…so how did you?” The voice in my head questioned, leaving a wave of shame coursing through my mind.I shook my head, still overwhelmed by shock.No, I couldn't have done this on my own accord.Rishabh must have taken advantage of me.My heart welled up with a burning feeling of reg

MAXWELL’s POV Rishabh dug his hand deeper into my core, his free fingers cupping my ass while at it. My body warmed up to his touch almost immediately, and my heart started racing. I moaned softly in his mouth and I softly massaged his muscles. I raised a leg over his body, giving him space to thrust my shorts deeper into my core. And he spanked me after doing that. That sent jolts of sensation down to my already twitching cock. My nipples were feeling numb until his lips found them. He sucked and pinched them, making me feel even more aroused. We were both dominating each other like we were competing. While he fingered me, I choked him and when he rubbed me against his hardness, I pinched on his nipples. In no time, I was stark naked and so was he. He bent me over the dining table at the edge of the room and this time, he whipped me with his belt. The feeling was burning pain and I wanted it to end but the way he massaged my ass after hitting it felt too good to wan

ANDRADE’s POVThe feeling of my cold hand against my length in my pants, had me groaning senseless. I moved my body to the center of the bed, with my hands still there when my eyes landed on the box again.Hmm…I think I should make this more spicy.And with that, I slipped my hands out of my pants, flipping the box over as I spilled the contents of the box on the bed.I picked the first object my eyes caught first—a flogger. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm into BDSM because I've never really tried out tools but seeing all of this made me feel strangely excited. My heart raced at the thought of using so many things on me, and the curiosity in me was beckoning me to get started already. I unbuttoned my shirt, standing on my knees on the bed with the flogger in hand. It looked tiny, long and seemed incapable of causing any serious kind of pain. At least that's what I assumed, until I launched it against my back.WHIP!“AH!” I yelped, arching my back forward as the impact had my back s

BRYAN’s POV Something about his answer didn't sound right, but I just couldn't pinpoint it.“Since when did you start helping me with my sheets?” I asked, stunned.He shook his head, turning his gaze from me as if trying to avoid eye contact.“Can't I be a good roommate to you?” He said, his voice sounding cracked as he finished.I hummed slowly, it's not like he did anything bad so there was no need to be so interrogatory. But the way Andrade fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt as he wore it, and an unsteady breath from him had me curious.“Why are you–”“I'll talk to you later. I'm late for class,” He cut me off, scurrying out of the room with an opened bag pack. I shrugged, concluding that he must have been late for class. I'm glad I can't relate.Seeing my navy blue bed without my red bedsheets felt weird so I walked towards the wardrobe, bringing out a new set of bedsheets. And in the process of spreading it over my bed, I recalled Hunter's package.My head spinned around t

ANDRADE’s POV “So students, whenever you hear someone say they have a receding hairline. Don't think it's always from the hair stylist because your genes play a major role in what your hair…” “Awwh, fuck me Bryan,” I shook my head for the fourth time, trying to get the thought out of my head. Miss Stephanie—the biology teacher—leaned over the table, staring at everyone in class as she taught us and my eyes were fixed on her as well, but I didn't understand a word that came out of her mouth. My mind kept reeling with the images of what I had been doing with myself all night. It was pleasurable, yes. Had me cumming and wanting to go again, yes. But I couldn't understand how I could drive pleasure from tools. It was extremely unlike me. And obviously, I'm not a virgin. That’s because I didn't like using tools. However, trying them for the first time felt so ecstatic, I can't even deny it. Using tools on myself was something I didn't think I would be able to do, considering that