Chapter 1: Midnight Heat
The loft smelled of sweat and cheap cologne, a heady mix that clung to the air like a second skin. Carter stumbled through the door at 2 a.m., his towering 6’5” frame swaying from one too many beers at the campus bar. His muscles ached from the gym, his tight shirt clinging to every ridge of his sculpted chest. He was a walking fantasy, a pussy magnet with a jawline that could cut glass, but tonight, his mind wasn’t on the girls who’d thrown themselves at him. It was on Seb. Always Seb.
Seb, his roommate, with that huge, perfect bubble butt that Carter couldn’t stop staring at. Every time Seb strutted around in those tight joggers, Carter’s eyes were glued to the way that ass moved, like it was begging to be grabbed. And those lips—full, cocksucking lips that smirked with a knowing edge. Seb knew he was hot. He fucked girls with a casual swagger, but Carter had caught the late-night whispers, the heavy footsteps of some jacked dude sneaking out of Seb’s room when he thought Carter wasn’t home. It drove Carter insane with a mix of jealousy and raw, aching want.
Tonight, though, something was off. The loft wasn’t quiet. Low, guttural moans echoed from Seb’s room, the door cracked just enough for Carter to catch a glimpse. His heart slammed against his ribs as he staggered closer, the buzz of alcohol sharpening into a primal heat. There was Seb, on his knees, those perfect lips wrapped around some random dude’s cock, bobbing with a skill that made Carter’s breath hitch. The guy—some beefy frat bro—had his hands tangled in Seb’s dark hair, groaning like he’d found heaven.
Carter’s fists clenched, a surge of jealousy burning through him. He should’ve turned away, but his feet were rooted to the spot, his own cock stirring, growing hard under his jeans as he watched. Seb’s eyes flicked up, catching Carter in the doorway, and instead of stopping, he smirked around the dick in his mouth, a challenge glinting in his gaze.
“Well, damn, Carter,” Seb drawled, pulling off with a wet pop, his voice dripping with mockery. “Didn’t think you were the voyeur type. Like what you see, big guy?”
Carter’s jaw ticked, his voice rough with beer and lust. “You’re a fucking tease, Seb. Always knew you had a mouth on you, but this? You’re begging for trouble.”
Seb stood, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, his bubble butt flexing as he sauntered closer, leaving the frat bro panting on the bed. “Trouble? Sweetheart, I am trouble. Question is, can you handle it, or are you just gonna stand there getting hard over what you can’t have?”
Carter’s eyes darkened, stepping into the room, the air crackling between them. “Keep talking, Seb. I’ve been watching that ass of yours for months. Don’t think I won’t take what I’ve been craving.”
Seb laughed, sharp and taunting, his hand brushing Carter’s chest as he leaned in, lips hovering close. “Oh, I’m counting on it, stud. But I don’t play nice, and I don’t beg. You want this pussy magnet to break? You’re gonna have to work for it.”
The tension snapped like a live wire, Carter’s hands itching to grab, to claim. He could feel the heat radiating off Seb, could see the horny glint in his eyes, the way his lips parted, wet and ready. Carter’s cock throbbed, straining against his jeans, and he knew this was it—the moment he’d been fantasizing about for too damn long. Seb’s smirk widened, daring him to make the next move, and Carter was done holding back.
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