Obsessed with the Heartbreaker: An MM College Romance, page 17
“It’s probably nothing, but thanks. Will do.”
Then he was gone.
And no sooner had he left, I felt an insisting prickling on the side of my face.
Almost without wanting to, I started to grin to myself, knowing full well it was Henry currently spying on me. It wasn’t his usual spot, since he’d more often watched me while I was alone by the window, but he’d been right there a couple of weeks ago when I confronted him here for the first time.
Without thinking too much about it, I left my things on the table and quietly made my way between the bookshelves, where I pretended to be looking for something in the Mathematics section for all of two seconds before warm hands fit themselves around me, pressing me into a hot, familiar body.
His scent quickly enveloped me, and my mind said ‘home’.
Mine.
“Shouldn’t you be studying?” Henry asked into my ear, voice gravelly and playful.
“I was looking for some reading material, but a certain Heartbreaker decided to distract me.”
“Distracting you from flirting?”
There was an edge of possessiveness there, unmissable with the way his hands were tightening around me. I had to admit, at least to myself, that I immensely enjoyed this side of Henry. The Heartbreaker, who everyone wanted and I never thought I could have, had all of his attention set on me, and it was a heady feeling.
“Yeah. Hadn’t we been interrupted, Oliver and I would have been kissing by now.”
Henry growled into my neck in response, making me shiver.
“Do you enjoy making me feel like a caveman?” His question was well punctuated by a short yet pointed thrust of his hips against my ass. “Because if I do what I’m thinking about doing, I’m going to get kicked out from the library forever, which would be…inconvenient.”
“Inconvenient to come spy on me?”
Henry froze, which made a wicked grin spread on my lips.
Getting hold of his hands, I turned beneath his grip to face him, and as soon as I did, he had me pinned against the bookshelf, trailing soft nips and hard kisses down my neck.
“Give me two minutes, then you can go study.”
Two minutes? Was Henry feeling needy?
My heart squeezed like he had his fist around it. My fingers ran through his long hair as his hands tightened around my hips and back the way I loved.
“I was actually thinking about going home.”
Henry’s head shot up, staring at me with incredulous eyes. “You? Going home early without prompting? That’s new.”
I shrugged. “I want to try my hand at this mysterious thing called ‘relaxing’. Someone told me if I wanted to change something, I just had to do it.”
And from all this hanging out with Henry and his frat brothers, I’d been getting more of a glimpse of what life could be like when books weren’t my everything. What it could look like to just be, and enjoy time spent around people.
“This guy sounds kind of hot.” Henry trailed a finger over my lower lip, seemingly entranced. “You should introduce me.”
Giving his hair a small tug that only made Henry’s eyes flare with a new wave of heat, I said, “He’s not bad looking, no.”
“Not bad looking?” He huffed, reaching with a hand to tug on my hair. “I’m going to get you to sing my praises, Antony, and when you do, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
I had no doubt he would. Because, Jesus, apparently I had a thing for begging, and when he called me darling? It made me weak in the knees, and all I wanted was for him to rail me into the mattress.
Which he technically still hadn’t done.
“I guess your wiseass ways have also been sticking to me like goo,” he said suddenly.
“Have they?”
“I’ve been…considering different options when it comes to my own internships. To my future.”
My heart raced like a rabbit’s inside my chest. “Did it hurt?” I asked, trying to lighten up the mood and holding myself back because fuck I wanted to kiss this guy hard.
“Very much.”
“Maybe we could celebrate?”
He looked at me inquisitively and before I could chicken out, I asked into his ear:
“Will you fuck me?”
Chapter 26
Antony
The next look Henry sent me was pure fire. He leaned away from me slowly to examine my expression, and he must have seen the raw desire in it, because his jaw hardened, his throat shifting as he swallowed hard.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
God, we were still in the library. Henry had a way to make me forget about everything—where we were, what we were doing, who could be seeing us.
None of that mattered when I was with him.
“I’m sure.”
We’d already sort of talked about this. I had been particularly vocal about it, especially when he was fingering me to high Heaven and I started asking for him to just fuck me.
One of us still had some restraint, though, because we hadn’t crossed that line yet.
“Do you want to?” I asked, feeling momentarily insecure, but he quickly put his forehead against mine and with a rough voice, he said, “Do I want to fuck you?” He let out a ragged exhale that was pure sex and restrained, pent-up desire. His hands went to my hips and tightened their grip. “I want to be buried so deep inside you I forget about my own name. I want you writhing and desperate beneath me, and I want to hear my name from your lips as you beg me to come.”
Fuck.
Our breaths were coming in short now. It felt like there was suddenly less oxygen between us and I needed Henry to feed me all of it from his lips. My cock was so hard it hurt and I thought there would probably be a bead of precome already wetting my boxers.
“Do I want to fuck you?” he whispered again roughly against my lips. “Yes, Antony, I do.”
And I believed him.
He bit my lower lip, making a low sound come out of me before he covered my mouth with his completely, kissing me savagely, full of need, full of want.
When I managed to put an inch of distance between us, I said, “Let’s go then.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. I think no one will be in my apartment.”
And I would make damn sure by sending a quick, subtle message to the group chat I had with my best friends.
Henry only let out a pained groan in response.
“I can’t deny you anything, damn it.”
Then he took my hand and led me out of our hidden spot.
* * *
My apartment was indeed blissfully empty when we got there, but there was no time for tours or polite niceties, because as soon as the door closed, we were on each other. Our kisses were savage, ravaging, hungry and almost unhinged with need. To get closer, feel every inch of his skin against mine, feel his cock ramming inside me and God, I’d never been hornier in my entire life.
Clothes flew, falling around us all over the apartment in a trail toward my bedroom, and by the time he had pushed me down onto it, only boxers separated our weeping erections.
“Lube?”
“Bedside table.”
Henry wasted no time in getting it and with a raised eyebrow, he showed me a box of condoms I’d recently bought.
My cheeks heated. “I got them, you know. In case.”
“Always prepared, aren’t you?” Henry walked slowly around the bed until he was at the end of it, watching me spread out for him. “I like this view.”
“Do you?”
“Very.” His grin had a hint of wickedness, but his next statement rang with genuine feeling. “You’re gorgeous, Antony. I could look at you all day and never get tired of it.”
I felt a flush go down to my neck, feeling suddenly shy and wanted. Because there was no denying the lust and appreciation in Henry’s eyes right then, and never in my life had I felt so desired, actually wanted by someone.
Someone I’d wanted for so long, I knew nothing else.
“I like the view myself,” I said, because fuck. No one compared to Henry Campbell, not in my eyes.
“Singing my praises already?” he asked, but I saw the satisfaction clear on his face at my praise.
Did he want it? Did he want me to tell him how much I wanted him, how perfect I thought he was?
Because I would. I would tell him and it would betray my feelings, but I would.
When I didn’t respond, he said, “I’m sure it’d be better without this, though.”
Instead of going straight to take out my boxers, Henry used his hands to touch and feel the plains of my chest, down to my stomach, reaching the edges of the fabric and taking hold of it before slowly, slowly taking it off and revealing my swollen length.
“Henry,” I groaned. We hadn’t even started and I was already getting desperate, because fuck, my cock was dripping, and the sight of it popping out into the cooler air was obscene. Even more the way Henry stared at it, licking his lips, because he already knew what it tasted like. And I remembered all too well the feeling of it between his lips.
Ignoring my plea, Henry pulled it slowly down my legs until he could throw them to the other side of the room. God, why was that hot?
“Aren’t you going to do something?” I asked, sounding very breathy and not at all like the confident guy I wanted to portray.
His dark eyes were amused as he said, “I like to look at my domain, my prize, my celebratory cake, before I take a good bite of it.”
And he did look at me like that. Like I was a wonder. Like he owned me, and right then, I wanted nothing else than for it to be true. I wanted him to mark me, deep inside, and I wanted to hold him so tightly against me there would be no way for him to ever leave me.
No way to separate us.
“Well, I want to feel every thick inch of my prize inside me. Do you think that will happen today?”
I was goading him. He knew it. I knew it.
And he still fell for it.
Taking hold of my legs, he pulled me roughly to the edge of the bed, hooking them around his hips and putting his arm on the mattress by my head, looming over me, dark and threatening.
“That snarky mouth of yours will get you in trouble, darling. Better be careful.”
“What if trouble is exactly what I’m looking for?” I asked, feeling dizzy with desire.
Against my lips, Henry whispered, “Then you found it.”
A hard kiss was all he gave me before he started kissing and biting my neck again. I’d told him how much I liked it, and from then on, Henry had been taking full advantage of it, and Jesus. The way he was pawing me with his strong hands, touching me everywhere, thrusting with his boxers still on against my ass in a mock-fuck that could make me come all too quickly.
“Please, just…”
“Shhh. Patience.”
Patience? I was probably one of the most patient people I knew, but when it came to Henry Campbell, I wanted everything and I wanted it now.
Taking his sweet time fingering me, I groaned and bucked as he slowly unraveled me, making me curse him and whimper and moan, while all he did was sing my praises in my ear, sounding a little evil, a little wicked as he whispered how gorgeous I was, how prettily my body responded and good he was going to make me feel.
That, more than anything, made me feel shy and needy like I’d never felt before. It felt like he was puncturing me with a knife, exploring my insecurities, toying with them with his fingers and pushing the buttons that most hurt. That I most needed. That made me the most desperate and aching for more. More praises, more touch, more him.
“Henry, please, just fuck me. I’m ready,” I groaned into his ear, the end a bit high-pitched, because I just couldn’t control my voice anymore, I was that gone.
“I’ll fuck you good whenever I’m ready, darling, and I’m going to fill that gorgeous ass with my thick cock until all you see are stars and you thank me for it with that sweet, snarky mouth.”
The low whimper that came out of me when he punctuated that with his fingers on my prostate was telling. It was embarrassing in the best way. And it was apparently all the encouragement that Henry needed, because suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore, and he was taking out his fingers from my ass, stepping out of his boxers, and getting his hard length suited up and full of lube so he could finally put it inside me.
“This might sting a bit.”
“Just do it.” I was on the verge of tears. I needed him inside me now.
He let out a half-chuckle, half-groan. “And then you call me bossy,” he muttered to himself before finally, finally, I felt his crown kiss my rim and push against it, hard and wet with lube.
It did sting a bit. Henry’s cock inside me was nothing like fingers had been, but once I got used to the fullness of it, the way every thought in my mind dissipated until the only thing that existed was us?
Then it was Heaven.
I softly thrust my ass against him so he’d start moving, and he did.
He did.
Every slow, sensual thrust was tearing a deep moan out of me. Henry’s brows were set with concentration, sweat starting to bead on his forehead, and when he gave me the first hard, fast thrust, I closed my legs around his middle, clutching onto him so hard, no one could have made me let go.
“Yes.”
“You want it hard and fast?” Henry’s voice sounded ruined already and we’d barely started.
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, please.”
There was no shame or shyness in me now.
And Henry gave me what I asked for.
He started pushing into me, reaching deep, keeping a ruthless pace, his skin slapping against mine, again and again, and all I could do was hold on to him, rake my fingers through his back as Henry molded his chest to mine and fucked me like we were the last two people on Earth.
Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever felt this right, like all these years I’d been waiting for this, longing and yearning and wishing for something I couldn’t put into words, and Henry’s ragged breathing against my neck, his words of praise and the exploding pleasure inside my body were all of my prayers being answered.
“God, Antony, you feel so good. Nothing’s ever felt this good.”
It was almost like he was talking to himself, and the knowledge only made the fire inside me burn brighter and more urgent.
As promised, Henry was nailing my prostate, hitting it over and over again, my cock brushing against Henry’s stomach as he moved and I was about to burst.
“Henry, I’m going to—”
“You need to come, darling? Are your balls about to burst?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg me for it.”
“Please, Henry, please let me come, I need to—”
“Come,” he ordered against my cheek and I did.
Like he had a direct line of command that went straight to my balls, they tightened, my prostate singing, my insides contracting against Henry’s unrelenting length as ropes of come started bursting out of me in waves. One, then another, and another as Henry cursed and fucked into me once, twice, three times with short erratic thrusts.
My orgasm had triggered his own, and for a moment, I wished there was no condom between us so I could feel him deep inside, marking me.
Making me well and truly his.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my ear, sounding overcome.
And I felt the same. So with my arms, I surrounded his strong, wide, slightly sweaty shoulders and held him against me, cradling his head and holding onto him for dear life.
I never wanted to leave this moment, this closeness.
So I kept my eyes closed and imagined a world in which Henry Campbell was mine.
Chapter 27
Henry
Sex with Antony was Heaven on earth, but the cuddling, the closeness, being able to hold him against me right after? That was my personal paradise. So much so that words I’d never dreamed of telling anyone before were threatening to spill out of my mouth.
But I didn’t let them.
This was only post-sexual delirium. We were feeling high, like we’d inhaled helium, and nothing that we felt could be trusted.
Even if my body told me it was the truth, and it had been so all along.
Shut up.
“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” I told him as I held on to Antony’s cheek, caressing him absentmindedly. We were laying side by side, and I needed a dose of reality.
He snorted. “I’m sore now.”
I immediately pushed myself up on an elbow, looking him up and down as if I could see the source of the discomfort. “Does it hurt really bad?”
“No.” His mischievous grin made my chest flutter, no matter how I told it not to. “I’m emotionally sore, mostly. That was intense.”
I could never get enough of this quiet honesty that Antony gave me. It felt so precious, so him, it made it hard to speak.
“It was. That’s sex for you.”
“Is it? That’s how it normally feels like?”
His eyes were so green, almost glowing as the sun made its way down outside Antony’s bedroom window. He looked like a debauched god in tangled sheets, and I’d never forget this view for as long as I lived.
No. This wasn’t what it normally felt like. It had never felt like this for me. Everyone else paled in comparison to how good it felt to be with Antony, but I wasn’t going to tell him.
But I couldn’t lie to him either.
So I just kissed him softly and hoped he forgot about the question.
It only made us get more tangled up, legs entwined, and we even held hands as we just lazily laid there, speaking in soft tones about anything and everything, just like we used to.
We were going to crash and burn.
But I couldn’t deny myself the simple enjoyment of this moment. Not anymore.
* * *
The next day, I showed up right on time at Professor Larsson’s office, this time with a scheduled meeting, since apparently he enjoyed showing me the hard way that if I didn’t do it and tried to show up when it pleased me, I was going to find an empty office and a growing mountain of frustration.
