Obsessed with the Heartbreaker: An MM College Romance, page 11
A gasp came out of me after another good thrust, and the answering groan against my neck made me almost come in my pants.
“Henry,” I gasped when he did it again. “I need—”
“What do you need, darling?” he said against my neck before lifting his head. His dark brown eyes were half-lidded, his lips ravaged. His hair was a fucking mess and he looked better than ever. A smirk peeked at the edge of his lips. “Do you need to get off?”
He said it all the while he held my leg up around his hip, grinding slowly and so sensually against me.
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “Go ahead.”
Huffing, I said, “I need you to get me off.”
“And why would I do that?” Now there was an evil glint in his eyes.
Was he for real?
His hair bunched beneath my fingers, and the tug made Henry buck against me instinctively. “Because you want to?”
“Not good enough.”
More grinding. “Because I’m asking you to?”
Holding my leg even higher, his jeans-covered-cock brushed against the lower side of mine, under my balls, and the feeling of it being so close to my ass made my mind go blank for a long moment.
“Just asking?”
God, he was such a dick and I fucking wanted him.
“Because I’m begging you to, okay? Please, just get me off, I need it—”
“Now we’re talking,” he said with a low chuckle.
Then he let go of my leg.
“No, don’t stop—”
His hand pushed into my pants and I whimpered, like I never had before, because it was the most pleasurable thing I’d felt in my life.
“God, the noises you make, Antony.” Henry trailed biting kisses down my neck. “They make me crazy.”
“Good. Then we’re on the same page.” I’d tried for a light tone, but with how breathy my voice sounded, I didn’t think it was very convincing.
Henry’s hand brushing my cock up and down, even through my boxers, was the most erotic experience of my life.
“Can I—?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t even need him to finish his sentence.
Whatever he wanted, I was in. Right now, I wanted everything.
He unbuttoned my pants, taking my cock out, and at the first sight, the first touch of his hand against my naked dick, I had to bury my face in his neck, embarrassed, turned on beyond words.
Right now, I felt so happy, I was near tears.
With a gravelly tone, he said, “Fuck into my hand, Antony.”
And I did. Slowly, I started thrusting into it, into the tight fist of his fingers, and fuck if my balls weren’t already tightening up, ready to burst.
“I want to see you.”
I didn’t want to be alone in this.
“Then take me out,” he ground out, clearly not unaffected by my request.
Unbuttoning his pants, I immediately squeezed the bulge of his cock like I’d imagined doing a hundred times. The answering groan was the stuff wet dreams were made of.
Once out of his boxers, I gave it two hard pumps, entranced by the sight of it, by the precome already beading at his tip.
“Don’t look at it like that, I’m not letting you suck me.”
My tongue instinctively went out to wet my lips, the thought mouthwatering. I looked back at him sheepishly, heat coming to my cheeks. “But will you let me?”
A pained noise. “Fine. But another time.”
I chuckled. “Who the fuck sounds like that when a blow-job is being offered?”
“Someone that’s trying not to come in the next two seconds.”
My lips twitched.
I loved that it was me doing this to him. Making the untouchable Heartbreaker look so undone.
“It’s okay. You’re just very excited, nothing wrong about that.”
Henry bit his lip, trying to hide a smile and failing, then kissing me silly again.
“Fuck into my hand, Antony. I want to see you come.”
How could I refuse?
I started thrusting again and I let him do the same into my hand. At one point, though, I started almost instinctively timing my thrusts with his, and when he raised his knee so each time I moved my asshole ground against it, even through my jeans, I was almost done for.
“God, please.”
I didn’t know why I was begging. I buried my head on Henry’s shoulder again, muffling my pleas for release, imagining his cock pumping into my ass, and I just couldn’t take it.
Especially with the soft praise coming into my ear, Henry telling me how good I was doing, how gorgeous I was, how much he wanted me and encouraging me to make myself come.
“Henry,” I gasped as my orgasm started to hit.
It started in my core and it went down to my toes. It was so strong, I was left open-mouthed and gasping as I thrust into his hand, again and again, emptying myself and ruining his shirt, which apparently triggered his own orgasm.
The hand he had on my nape tightened, tugging my hair as he came all over me.
“Fuck,” he gasped against my hair and after a second, put a kiss there before holding me closer to him. We were both dirty and covered with come, but we didn’t care. I let go of his spent cock and welcomed his embrace.
We stayed there, panting, until our heartbeats calmed and the fear that Henry would pull back and ignore me again filtered into my thoughts.
As if reading my mind, Henry did push me back, taking in my expression. He leaned into me until our foreheads touched, a surprisingly intimate gesture that made my chest feel warm.
“You’ll have to change your shirt,” I said, feeling too satisfied that it was covered with my come.
Henry chuckled. “Smug, are you?”
My smile couldn’t be contained.
He leaned back to stare at me and my grin for a long moment before leaning into me again and kissing me. Softer this time. A languid, post-release kiss, one that meant almost even more than the first one.
“Well, you’re either going down with my come on your T-shirt, or you’re going home with one of mine.”
“Territorial, much?” I asked, heart fluttering.
“You have no idea.”
Only I did. Because I knew I felt more territorial than a lion protecting his territory, and for once, I wanted to lean into it instead of rejecting the feeling.
“I think I do,” I ended up saying.
Henry kissed me again in response.
If this was a dream, foolish and unwise as it may be, I didn’t want to wake up yet.
Chapter 16
Henry
Last night, I kissed Antony Andino.
Worse. Antony Andino kissed me.
And it was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me.
As warm morning light filtered into my room, birds sang and feet shuffled somewhere in the floor beneath mine, I started to come awake, memories from last night becoming alive in my mind.
It was like a fever dream. I had flashes of images, of Antony’s blown pupils, his gorgeous, parted lips, the way his sounds made me light up from the inside out, and the way he trembled as he came into my hand and onto my shirt.
All of it would be burnt into my brain until the end of my days, I just knew it.
Groaning, I turned to the side as I became aware of my morning wood. God, I wanted to take it in hand and just give in to reliving last night like it had been a fantasy.
Imagining that instead of fucking his hand, I’d been fucking Antony’s plump mouth. Or that he’d been writhing under me, lost to desire, the way I’d imagined too many times to count.
Fuck.
It felt surreal. Like all the memories would disappear like smoke at any point, or someone would barge into my room and tell me it had all been a dream.
But it hadn’t been.
And as…unwise as it might have been, I didn’t want it to be.
Things hadn’t changed. There was no world in which Antony and I would ever be a thing.
It had just been one time. A moment of weakness. Nothing different from every other time I’d hooked up with someone.
One and done, like with everyone else.
There was nothing to worry about.
Fisting the sheets, I pushed them away and forced myself to get out of bed.
There was no point in obsessing over what would never be.
* * *
Down the stairs, the murmurs and laughs of early risers became louder. I made my way to the kitchen among pats on the back and ‘good mornings’, all the while crossing my fingers that the one person I wanted to avoid wouldn’t be here, but of course, as soon as I stepped into it I saw that the universe had decided to spit on my face on this fine day.
Two guys had just finished with their breakfast, walking around me with easy smiles as they left the room and left me with the hungry wolf.
Or the Hellhound, as Antony had called him.
To be honest, it did fit my best friend to a T.
He was just there, sitting at the kitchen table, his presence darkening the room, icy eyes drilling holes into my skull.
“Mad,” I said, trying for nonchalance. I went to make myself a coffee.
Don’t show weakness, I told myself.
If he didn’t see it, maybe he’d let things blow over.
“Hen. Looking like shit, as always.”
I huffed, getting my mug. “By which you mean ‘looking amazing, as always’.”
“By which I basically mean anything but that.”
Pouring the coffee, I got my almond milk from the fridge and my temporary distractions were over.
I went to the table and sat in front of Mad, because I wasn’t weak.
Mad looked disgustingly well-rested, not to mention predatory, as he took a sip of his own coffee. His pastel mug gave him a soft air, though he was anything but. His cold blue eyes were unforgiving, especially when he had a bone to pick, and I already knew that even if he hadn’t been here, someone had already snitched and told him about my outburst.
“About last night.”
Here we go.
“Yes, last night. Did you have fun at your parents’?” I asked, taking a sip of almond-y coffee.
“Lots. It was a riot,” he deadpanned.
“I’m glad. Nice talk.”
“Hen…”
But right then, my savior appeared.
“Morning, guys.” Adam walked into the kitchen, breaking our little private bubble with his easy stride and easy smile. “King, Maddie.”
“Maddox,” my best friend corrected for what was probably the twentieth time this week.
Opening the fridge and observing its contents like they held the mysteries of life, Adam shrugged. “That’s exactly what I said. Maddie.”
Maddox’s hand balled into a tight fist over the table, and I didn’t even try to hide my smile. I was sure if I looked at myself in the mirror, I’d see it was pure evil.
After much pondering, Adam also took the almond milk and made himself a coffee.
See, the thing was, for some reason, these two didn’t get along.
Adam was the type of guy that was easy-going, nice to be around, and loyal. Like a faithful family dog.
Maddox, on the other hand, was cold to ninety-nine percent of the population, evil and loyal. Like a Hellhound in human form.
Yes, I was definitely embracing this metaphor.
After getting everything ready, Adam came to the table and slid out the chair right next to Maddox’s, who immediately reached out with an arm to prevent him from sitting down on it.
“There are other chairs available. Not to mention other rooms. Other continents.”
Never was Maddox more dramatic than around Adam.
But the latter was, as always, unperturbed. “Good to know. I want to sit here.”
“Then I’ll move over.”
“Then I’ll want to sit right next to where you move over to.”
My best friend’s glare had never been more useless than with our resident golden retriever, and because he knew it, he eventually let out a mixture between a sigh and a groan and let Adam do what he wanted.
He sat on his chair, coffee mug in hand and grin on. “So.” He took a sip of his steaming drink. “Did I interrupt something? Another lover’s quarrel?”
For some reason, Adam always called our discussions lover’s quarrels. Maddox and I were too unbothered by it to tell him off for it, but sometimes, I thought he did really wonder whether Maddox and I were secretly a thing.
Which was absolutely ridiculous.
“Not at all,” I said, sipping my own coffee.
I could see the moment Maddox changed tactics in his eyes. “Henry was just about to tell me what happened last night.”
“Last night?” Adam put his mug down, letting it cool. “You mean with Kevin?”
“Yes. With Kevin.”
The self-satisfied smile on Maddox’s made Adam raise an eyebrow. “What do you want to know?”
“Don’t tell him anything, Adam,” I said quickly while Maddox said at the same time, “Please do tell me everything.”
Pressing his lips together as he looked between the two of us, Adam looked like he was between the sword and the wall, but in the end, I knew who he was loyal to.
And it was to his King.
“Sorry, Maddie. King’s orders.”
“It’s Maddox,” he corrected instantly before thinking better of it and adding, “I’ll let you call me Maddie if you give me a detailed explanation.”
Adam’s lips quirked up, picking up his mug again. “I already call you that.”
“I don’t let you, though.”
“You don’t have to let me. You don’t own my mouth.”
I coughed, almost choking on my coffee, sputtering everywhere as I chuckled, and Adam immediately got up to hand me some paper towels.
He had me spoiled.
Meanwhile, Maddox glared at our roommate. “I have some ideas of things I could do to shut that mouth up.”
Adam grinned wide. “Do enlighten me, Maddie.”
“Putting a ball gag on you. Tying you up to a rock and leaving you in the middle of a river. I can go on.”
“Kinky. I didn’t know you thought so much about me.”
“I. Do. Not.”
Poor, poor Mad.
He was saved by our other roommates, though, who called out to Adam to tell him that his girlfriend was here.
Once he’d left, Maddox put a hand on his face, covering his eyes, like he’d had a long, hard day. “I hate straight guys. I loathe them.”
“Hate sex is a thing.”
“Yeah, and so is me punching you in the mouth.”
That made me laugh out loud, and even Maddox was starting to grin.
It quickly fell, though. “Best friends tell each other these things, you know?”
I sighed. “Best friends don’t push each other or try to be nosy.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Hen. Being a best friend is nosy business. It’s the only way.”
Making an effort not to roll my eyes, I finished my coffee. “Just drop it, okay? I don’t…I can’t talk about it yet.”
This thing with Antony had felt like a fresh wound for so long, and now it had been…temporarily treated. Even if it wouldn’t be anymore.
Because there wouldn’t be any more repeats.
No matter how much I wanted to.
Maddox’s shoulders noticeably relaxed. “Fine. ‘Yet’ is good. But at least tell me—do you know what you’re doing here?”
My outburst last night, my moment of weakness, had clearly signaled that I didn’t.
But I had no other option but to be strong.
“I do.”
Icy-blue eyes examined me closely. “Good.” He got up, mug in hand. “Just remember, if it becomes a burden, do what you do best. You’re the Heartbreaker for a reason.”
That made me tense up, because obviously he was now getting more of an idea of what was really going on.
And it wasn’t that Antony was a monster by any means.
I nodded and waited until he left to exhale pitifully.
Telling myself that I did know what I was doing only made me feel like I definitely didn’t. It felt too much like being in denial.
Because the truth was that I feared the heartbroken one was inevitably going to be me, just like last time.
Chapter 17
Antony
“I heard you got into trouble the other night, Andino,” said the most annoying person in this world.
Edward Keller.
Fellow Business major, my greatest competitor for the top spot in almost every class, and a gigantic pain in my ass.
“Maybe you should listen less to gossip and study more, that way you’d actually be the top in at least one class.”
It was a dick move, but he brought out the worst in me.
“And maybe you’re getting cocky now that you’ve been hanging out with Henry Campbell.”
My jaw tightened and I closed my eyes for a long second. I’d been reading—more like re-reading—my thread of texts with Henry. There weren’t many, and most were quite to the point, but yesterday he’d told me he was ‘giving me the day off’’ and he might come find me today if he felt like it.
Locking my phone and looking up at the bane of my existence, I told myself to be a little more humble. Hubris was not only ugly, but it made things sweeter for other people when life knocked you down a peg, and I didn’t need that.
“I’m not cocky. You’re just annoying me.”
“Aren’t you?” he asked. Keller wore his dark hair gelled back, in the most douchebag hairstyle possible, but I had to admit that even then he wasn’t unattractive. “Because I think that this attitude you’ve been having lately is related to being Campbell’s flavor of the week, and just in case you didn’t know, it won’t last.”
The fact that he hit exactly where it hurt annoyed me immensely, and I prayed that my face, for once, didn’t let it show. Crossing my arms, I leaned back against my chair. “Jealous, much? I know you’re obsessed with me Keller, but going this far is a bit too much.”
