I got what I deserved from being a bully

I would be shamelessly lying if I denied that I was utterly envious of Elias.

It would be just wrong, and I'm a messed up person. Morally and emotionally. Even though I loathed him for being the polar opposite of me, it should still be acknowledged that the guy is great. He's intelligent, wise, and an overall wholesome person. How he manages his senior year thesis and student council chairman responsibilities is just mindblowing to me.

Obviously, I'm none of those things. I'm a mediocre, chainsmoking, caffeine-and-booze-dependent engineering student who is, fortunately, fairly intelligent to reach graduation year in a program I never wanted. It didn't help that Elias majors in the subject I originally wanted to take, which is humanities. Our sour, non-existent chemistry and my irrational hatred for him only makes it harder for us to bond.

But Elias and I share one thing: we're both popular. He's popular for being these goody two-shoes role model, I'm popular for being an award-winning student athlete... and a staple at every frat party. So you could say we were the typical "polar opposites" trope. The geek and the jock. The nerd and the bully. The angel and the devil.

Only thing is those tropes are true. I did bully the poor guy since high school, and even until now. Although bullying becomes lame in college so I just irritated him most of the time. Part of me always thought that I probably just attended this university to piss him off until the end. I've always known this was his dream school. Well, boo-hoo.

It was just months ago that I realized what was the root of my hatred for him. I mean, yes, he was a smile with two legs which just irritates the fuck out of me. He got great grades, great friends, great papers... even great family, goddamnit. My god, he was great.

And then it hit me. I wasn't just envious of the guy. I admired him. God, I wanted to be him and be with him. I wanted to be friends with him.

But of course, who would want to be friends with someone who made their entire high school life a living hell? Scratch that, who would want to be friends with someone who has tormented them since 13?

And he took revenge for those awful, awful things I did. A revenge I deeply, truly deserved.

It was a busy yet boring Friday night. I went back to the dorm so frustrated and sleep-deprived. Coach Wen knew about the swim team's weekly booze-filled rendezvous at the pool hosted by none other than me. Of course, I was the one most heavily reprimanded. As a respected figure in the swim team, I can admit that I should've done better.

Like always lock the doors when the party starts. Or know where to hide liquor bottles so it can be cleaned up the next day. Or fucking realize that the student council always stay late for meetings in the nearby hall.

That goddamn son of a bitch Elias ratted us out. And now we lost our key privileges.

I know I always mess with him and truth be told, he should mess with me more so we're even. But this shit is where I draw the line. He just ruined a swim team traditional that has been ongoing for two years, thanks again to me.

And the perfect opportunity to get back at him presented itself to me, in the form of a knock on the door.

"Knock knock," a vaguely familiar voice said.

I didn't bother to respond. I sat on my bed, coffee in hand and my phone on the other.

"It's Kendrick, I need to drop our thesis paper."

And there was it. Insert lightbulb above my head.

I placed my cup on my study desk and walked to the door. That sassy, poker-faced councilor of the student council presented himself on the doorway as I opened it, a pile of papers tightly clutched between arms.

"Hi, sorry to bother you," his sales representative voice muttered, "I just need to drop this by Eli's room. It's got all the signatures and stuff, minimal revisions. Please tell him that."

He handed me the document like it was a newborn infant. "A'ight."

"P-Please be careful. We can't afford to... lose it or something."

"What, man, don't you trust me?" I faked an assertive voice just to mess with him. Of course I was going to take care of it.

"Um," Kendrick paused, head slightly tilting, "...no?"

Of course he didn't. He was one of those rats who submitted a report about our weekly activity. I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut, not waiting to hear a forced thank you from that robot-looking twink.

I placed the document on his desk, trying to devise a plan that would surely teach him a lesson but not put his academic effort on the line. That paper was practically a two-year-old baby Kendrick and "Eli" raised together.

Finally, after a few sips of coffee, the perfect idea dawned on me.

I couldn't wait to see how it would turn out.

As expected, Elias came to our shared dorm about an hour after I arrived. The backpack clinging on his left shoulder dragged his frame downward. His usually bouncy hair was lifeless and unkempt. Must have been from hair pulling due to stress. He looked so exhausted that I almost backed out from my plan.

By my god, he was still gorgeous. Elias dumped his backpack on his bed and removed his hoodie, slightly dragging the hem of his t-shirt exposing his toned torso. He kept his plain white tee on, just moist enough from sweat that I can see the outline of his body from my sight. It was fucking impressive that alongside council work and graduation year, Elias still managed to be smoking hot.

I didn't wait for him to sit down before saying, "Hey, that sassy councilor Kendrick dropped by to give the thesis paper or something."

I caught a look of relief from his poor, poor face. Elias kicked off his shoes before proceeding to his desk. "Thanks," he said.

Elias inspected the cover for a few minutes before flipping to the next page. I let out a breath I was unconsciously holding. Finally, he froze. I heard a small mutter of 'huh' from him before he dragged his fingers on the advisers' signatures.

"That's..." Elias's fingers glided on the paper. "... odd."

It was my cue. I stood up, a fresh batch of coffee in my hand. I was particularly in the mood for cold brew that week, maybe that's why the aftermath was so terrible.

"Why?" I asked as if clueless, "Huh, you've met Aldridge—"

"Reggie, did you do anything to this paper?" I knew he would suspect me, but I didn't expect him to be so intimidating about it. Elias's aura completely changed. He turned from tired to mad immediately.

Nonetheless, I needed to maintain my composure. “No, man. Kendrick gave it to me and I placed it there. Nothing more, nothing less.” I took a sip from my coffee, not breaking my eye contact with him.

To my surprise, Elias seemed to believe me. “Ken knows better than to Photoshop these signatures.” He sighed in frustration. “These… these look like printed signatures. They’re supposed to be wet signatures.”

His frustration was at the peak. Combine that with exhaustion, I had no idea what Elias was feeling but I was sure it was terrible.

And I was about to make it more, more terrible.

“Well, let me see.” I stepped closer and deliberately hit my foot on his bed’s foot, making me stumble on his desk and spilling my cup all over it.

Including his beloved, precious two-year-old baby.

“Oh my god!” I raised my voice, scrambling the papers in fake panic so it absorbs all the cold brew. “Dude, I am sorry. Shit—”

I felt a strong grip on my shoulder pushing me away from the desk. Elias was red and pale at the same time. Anger and fear played tug-of-war with his mind as the rope. He was overwhelmed with what to do next, at the same time clueless on how to act.

“You…” sounded his shaky breath, “… piece of shit.”

I remember being so conflicted on whether to confirm the prank at that moment, but I did anyway. I figured I didn’t want the poor guy to have a heart attack on our dorm room.

“I’m clowning, man!” I lightly punched him on the arm. “That’s not your real paper! I just photocopied the first two pages.”

The last words barely came out comprehensible as I had a fit of laughter. The way his face was all scrunched from confusion, anger, and stress-induced twitching was so comical for me. I collapsed on his bed, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard.

Elias’s eye twitched, and as if he could not get any scarier and unpredictable, his face turned blank. “Why would you do that?” was all he could mutter.

It took me a while to sit up and contain my laughter, “I don’t know man, I’m pissed at you.” I reasoned, “You ratted me—no, you ratted the whole team out, and now our coach can’t even trust us with a damn key.”

The next things that happened weren’t so funny anymore. I was positive, at that moment, that Elias went completely numb. I felt partly guilty. I made him believe that I accidentally damaged his work because of a little hiccup. I realized how many sleepless nights (and days) he and Kendrick spent producing that thesis. My amused smile dropped as I just watched him stand beside his desk, fingers still atop the pool of coffee.

“Look.” I stood up and opened my cabinet, fishing out the genuine thesis document, “I kept it here. That pile were just old drafts of mine. Those signatures, photocopied! That’s why they don’t look wet.”

After I finished my rambling, Elias still didn’t budge. I placed the thesis paper on my desk. My fear led me to actually bury it under my folders in case a phantom cup spills all over it. I hesitantly waited for a response, yell, or emotion.

I, expectedly, immediately regretted it.

Instead of getting a verbal reprimand like I usually get, my face received the warning. The sound of his palm meeting my cheek echoed around our room. I stood there frozen yet shaking, my left cheek immediately red and tears threatening to escape from my lids.

“You’re a fucking jerk, Reggie.” He slapped me one more time, actually making me stumble to the side. That was the moment I fully regretted what I did. Instead of feeling angry that Elias was being butthurt because of a harmless prank, I actually felt ashamed.

I felt like I deserve all seven slaps he gave.

Yes, I counted. Seven times, his palm met my cheek. I also remembered feeling so shameful and dirty as those slaps weren’t enough for me. I wanted more than seven slaps. My yearning for his touch grew beyond strong slaps on the face.

That’s when it really dawned on me. There’s this irrational hatred to people that stems from the pure, carnal desire to bang them. It’s mostly unexplainable, but people experience it at least once in their life. If they deny it, then they’re just fooling themselves.

I didn’t have any plans to keep it for myself.

“You got what you deserved, Reggie. You and your snobby, spoiled, asshole teammates.” That was when he gave me the last slap. I collapsed on my bed from the force, yet I immediately sat up. His large shadow covered me, making me cower in actual fear with a hint of excitement.

“I’m going to fuck you up, you hear me? I’m going to fuck up your image, Reggie. I’ve endured enough from your mindless clowning. You’ve fucking messed with me since seventh grade, man. Well that ends today.”

His spiteful monologue gave him no chance to breathe, but he didn’t pant anyway. Elias was composed, but it was obvious in his tone of voice that he had absolutely no control of what he was rambling about.

Neither was I.

“Remember this, Reggie.” He grabbed my shirt, making me produce a shaky gasp from his force, “I will fuck up your life.”

I remember being so scared yet very much turned on. I’ve seen Elias angry in student formations, and that alone made me horny. But him being angry towards me, because of what I’ve done… It was a different matter. I was hungry for it. I became submissive towards him.

“Fuck me…” It was a breathless whisper at first. Elias’s demeanor broke for a second, but his anger immediately returned.

“The fuck did you say?” Even in his whispers, his tone was assertive. I wasn’t positive that Elias heard me. But if he did, part of me thought he just wanted me to repeat my words.

“F-Fuck…” I almost begged, breathe still shaky and mind drunk in lust, “… me.”

It took about half a minute before either of us moved. It felt like eternity though. I could only watch beneath Elias as he shifted to different kind of emotions in that short span of time. Meanwhile, the most I could do was to simply admire him. I never realized his brown eyes were lighter up close. His jet-black hair, although messy, looked almost like strands of velvet. Some of it even tickled my cheeks.

Being a schoolmate of his for, like, eternity, I can confidently say that I almost memorize Elias’s face. He was always in posters. I guess seeing the congratulatory or election posters everywhere during high school and college motivated my insecurity-driven bullying. Elias always presented a signature smile that was so trusting and charming, and I just wanted to tear that shitty… adorable smile down.

That moment was a different situation, though. I wished he would resume to his usual self because seeing him up close with an unpredictable look was too fucking terrifying. His furrowed, thick brows and huge, twitching eyes made me feel worse than the half-moon eyes that came with his beaming smile.

Elias, as far as I know, is an out and proud pansexual man. I’d like to believe that he won by landslide in the student council elections just for diversity. Or maybe because he’s really cute and charming. Or maybe because he really was the only one skilled and qualified enough to be chairman.

But being into anyone doesn't mean being into everyone. I just wished, as I muttered those words, that I was one of the fortunate beings this hot bastard found doable.

And my concern was given a solution right away. His arms that snaked from my chest to my wrists answered my concern. His long, smooth fingers that gripped my wrists assured me that what I want was possible. His lips landing on mine confirmed that it was happening.

I somehow calmed down under his tight grip and gentle kiss. I was still shocked from his earlier outrage. The gentle making out didn’t last long. Elias involved teeth and tongue in his kisses. I was back to being tense.

Finally, he broke the kiss and spoke, “You meant every word you say, Reg?”

Reg. That was cute. He never called me anything but Reggie or my surname. The thought manifested in my smile before responding, “Mhm.”

“What’s ‘mhm’?” Elias let go of my wrists. “I need a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

Elias Garza, the man I’ve been unconsciously lusting after, was practically asking my permission if he could fuck me. And I was hesitant to answer.

I, who wanted his touch so badly, could not form an answer.

I guess it was just because of the nerves. It was the first time he and I reached to this kind of… proximity. And, on top of that, intimacy. He wouldn’t even share a water goblet with me or let me sit on his bed even just to fix my shoes.

And I was hesitant? To have sex with him?!

Not later, I was finally pulled back to reality. Elias got off my bed, ignoring the forming tent under my crotch. Or the desperate idiot who just, moments ago, begged him to fuck him. Elias carelessly slid away the folders atop his thesis paper. He sat on my chair and browsed through the pages. When he detected that the signature page was genuine, he proceeded to check the other pages.

Of course, I was dumbstruck. The next step was a double-edged sword. It was either a.) I ignore him too and never make a sexual advance towards him. However, he will remember that I do have lustful feelings for him. Or… b.) I make a complete tool of myself and say ‘yes’, even though the tension turned awkward.

Elias, who was composed but weirdly haughty, cut the awkward silence, “I’m still waiting for an answer.”

Thank god he presented a third option. Still, I was hesitant to answer. I sat up on my bed and steadied my breathing. I realized… it was now or never. Because in no fucking way I was going to repeat this stupid mistake.

“Yeah…” I finally said. Elias looked up from his papers and rotated the chair so he was facing me. With parted legs, he shamelessly presented the hard-on he had under his jeans. I swallowed and just imagined how amazing it would be if I—

“Come here,” said his order. I obeyed, shyly walking towards him. I stopped just a feet in front of him, limbs in a mindless state as I waited for his next order.

Elias handed me the document. “Put this in my cabinet.”

I took the document and made my way to his desk. I understood what made him an effective leader. He knew when and how to be serious. If only he reprimanded me with this approach whenever I made a mess of our room or I made fun of him, maybe I would’ve been an overall better person to him.

Upon seeing the task finished, Elias barked his next command, “Come here. Sit.” It was harder to read his current expression that time. His stern demeanor may have meant amusement, disappointment, hunger, impatience… honestly, it’s probably all of those combined.

My chair was a basic computer chair but nothing to put the arms on. When he stated his order, I knew right away what to do. I lowered myself down to his lap, making sure to slightly grind my thighs on his crotch. Elias noticed what I was doing, and the firm grip on my thigh immediately made me stop.

Elias didn’t say anything else. With another hand on my thigh, he pushed my head towards his and kissed me. He was in full command of what was going on. I soon forgot the objective of my prank, which was to get back at him. He was now getting back at me for all the shitty things I’ve done which, honestly, was scary considering how unpredictable he was when angry.

“You got a condom and lube here?” He broke the kiss, his face now softer. I figured that Elias finally lowered his guards a little bit, so I made a harmless joke.

“What, you don’t got any?”

Elias answered with a slap on my face.

“Unlike you, I take my business elsewhere.” That familiar soft gaze was now gone. “I value the privacy of who I live with.”

Elias’s words stung because I knew exactly who he was talking about. With a lowered head, I pointed to my cabinet. He rolled the chair backwards to reach the cabinet. The stuff was easy to find as it was practically the first thing one will see when they open my cabinet.

He placed the condom and lube on one side while carelessly sliding off my things on the table. I stared at him in shock as the sound of papers, metal, and pencils hitting the floor echoed around the silent room. Believe me, I was very excited to have sex with him, but his unpredictability was making me tense.

A gasp left my mouth when he lifted me with both hands and—like my material things—carelessly dumped me on the desk. Elias stripped me naked first… or practically destroyed my top. The poor, ripped shirt fell lifelessly on the floor. He didn’t even give me time to process before roughly pulling my pants until I was left with nothing but my underwear.

I know it sounds conceited, but the sight of my hard-on barely being contained by my pre-cum stained briefs were nothing short of erotic. Elias shared the same sentiment. He was visibly drooling at the sight in front of him. I felt oddly proud and bashful at the same time.

“Someone seems excited, huh…” One finger danced on my underwear, tracing the bulging figure that twitched with excitement. I moaned in pleasure and protest. He was obviously dragging it out as a sort of revenge.

Elias is naturally impatient, and it doesn’t help that I was too. I guided his hand on my crotch just so he could stop his playful tactics.

Except that his palm, once again, hit my cheek.

This time, Elias didn’t say anything. His look was enough warning for me that neither of us was patient enough to deal with each other, but I needed this more.

He did remove his hand from my crotch to strip himself off. Which was great because I felt vulnerable being the only naked person in the room. He finally revealed his body (which I almost never see because he’s a prude who changes his clothes in the bathroom). And my god, whoever produced my despised wet dreams about him did a good job on predicting his body.

Elias was—in the best terms—fit. In fact, his body looked vaguely close to the normative standard of gay tops, but he was still the hottest motherfucker I have ever seen. There was just this confident and charming aura that always surrounded him, but sensing that from him while he was naked was a whole other level of sexy.

He didn’t rush sliding his jeans off, revealing a much bigger package that his underwear barely kept. I knew… I fucking knew this bastard had a to-die-for dick the moment we reacquainted as roommates.

“Ah…” The shameless slut in me didn’t even conceal it. Manifesting in my gaping mouth and unblinking eyes was the fact that I’ve been hungry for him and his dick for a long time.

Elias resumed the kiss, palming both my crotch and his in a rhythmic manner. I looped my arms around his neck, deepening the sloppy, wet kiss. He finally got bored with simply rubbing me. With a steady hand on my waist and an eager, swift hand, he hastily slid my underwear down. It was about time he got rid of it.

But Elias was a petty man, and I should’ve realized that when his hands went to my chest instead of my cock. He planted trails of kisses on my chin, along my jaw, and down my neck. Naughty fingers and polished nails swirled on my skin, giving me goosebumps everywhere. I’d like to believe he was admiring my fit and hairless swimmer’s build.

He did. He was praising me with his rough kisses. He decorated my smooth skin with mild bites. He worshipped my body as I let him touch and pinch me all over. We worshipped each other’s bodies as if we had both forgotten our grudges against each other.

Since Elias was a hot yet petty bitch who had no current intention but to drive me insane, I realized that I needed to take initiative if he wasn’t going downwards.

To his surprise, I jumped from the desk and gave him one last peck before dropping to my knees. “If you’re not gonna do shit,” I grumbled, impatience laced in my voice, “Well, I’m not gonna wait.”

I pulled his briefs down, head slightly dodging Elias’s cock that finally broke free of that thin fabric. With my free hand, I pulled the chair nearer and pushed his hips. Elias seemed to happily oblige, and he even adjusted his seat. He won his little fucking game called ‘Pissing Off Horny Reggie’.

His dick was everything I predicted it to be. It was as if the heavens heard my prayer: to grant me a good dick attached to a good man. A good six or seven incher, perfect girth, and a slight curve. I’m not joking when I say that I questioned the presence of a divine being that moment because his dick looked just like I imagined it to be. If there was, I must be doing something good to deserve this.

Elias’s now fully erect cock was now leaking. I made sure to lick it all up clean, eyes staying on his, while I did the deed.

But before I was able to take his whole length in my mouth, Elias pulled my head away.

“I want to finger you first.” Elias rolled his seat away with his feet. I was quick to argue with him, however. I was done with his teasing. The caffeine bump was hitting and if I didn’t get any action tonight, I wouldn’t want to stay up for hours with only regret and desperation bothering my mind.

“Fuck you, Elias. I’ll suck you.” I pulled the chair nearer, locking his thighs with my arms so he couldn’t pull away. “Sick and tired of your shit, man.”

I should’ve expected it. I really should have. I lost count on his slaps today, but this hit felt fresh and actually painful. It was hard enough to make my body sway, but I was quick to return my composure.

It was a battle of impatience, hot-headedness, and desperation. I didn’t care if I played fair, I just wanted to win. I gripped Elias’s wrists, locking it on the side of his thighs. His face didn’t display fear or defeat yet, but I did sense a smidge of confusion from him.

“How about this…” Maybe I was in it to play fair, just for the sake of us both getting to the finale, “I suck you… while I finger myself?”

Elias seemed to consider the idea, but he was still persistent, “No, Reggie. I finger you, then you suck me.”

“Life’s not fair, chairman. You’re gonna have to fight me for it.”

I didn’t wait for Elias’s response before licking his dick from taint to head. Elias struggled under my hold. He didn’t seem to realize that while he was obviously the more dominant among us, I was still the more athletic. I planted a few playful licks on the tip before slowly bobbing my head on half his cock. Elias, even though struggling and defeated, seemed to be pleasured judging by his groans.

I was confident in my blowjob skills. Most of my ex-partners and hookups eventually compare my skills to other people, including their girlfriends. And I’m proud of that. I know how to pleasure a man, as a man myself. I’m even prouder to say that I was not failing this particular person. He seemed to love the way my tongue twirled on and around his dick. I felt Elias’s fingers snake on my nape. I must have lost control on my grip. I knew what was going to happen and I was more than ecstatic for it.

To my surprise, Elias pushed my head deeper in a slow manner, as if he was listening to my gags and making sure nothing goes overboard. That gesture brought a blush to my face. No matter how horrible his temper may be, Elias was still considerate. I ignored his push anyway and sucked deeper, making my nose touch his trimmed pubic hair.

I immediately picked up that familiar, addicting scent of jasmine body wash. God, everytime he walked in the room, freshly bathe, that intoxicating scent filled the room. He refused to share the soap with me. Hell, not even tell me the brand. It didn’t help that his fabric conditioner was lavender. The scent of those aromatic florals seemed to bloom from every pore of his smooth skin. It was all making me oddly, insanely hornier.

I bobbed my head a few times before pulling his cock out to regulate my breathing. Spit connected my lower lip and the glistening tip of his penis. I lapped all the spit and pre-cum that threatened to fall on the floor. Damn, even his dick tasted like how I would imagine jasmine to taste like.

I felt Elias grip my hair, but he did not pull it. His free hand held mine and he brought it close to his lips. Even from licking my fingers, I could judge that Elias’s tongue was skilled. He did not miss one curve, bite, or spit. I found myself completely distracted by the way he managed my fingers.

Elias noticed that. Immediately.

His grip instantly became tighter; a cue to resume my unfinished job. I was becoming tired of the blowing. Believe me, it felt good to go down on him and hear sounds of satisfaction from him. I felt proud, goddamnit. But self-proclaimed sluts do get tired. The caffeine bump was especially messing up my heartbeat and sweating, so breathing through the constant throating he demanded got more difficult.

Finally, he stopped sucking. I took it as a cue to stop as well. But you know what they say… ‘the end of something is just the beginning of another thing’ or whatever.

“Fuck yourself, Reg.” He threw my hand back at me.

“Fuck yourself too, Eli,” I managed to retort. I could see that he wasn’t amused by the nickname, nor that response. I ignored his look and coated my hole with spit. I could manage fingering with spit alone, but with a dicking like this I would need more than that. I just wished that Elias didn’t forget about the bottle that he took out from my cabinet.

I figured that if he was going to be a little bitch, I’d be one too and put on a show. I guess it was the caffeine that instantly made me up and cocky. I got up and put myself back on my desk. He’s lucky he didn’t decide to fuck me on his desk. I could just wipe mine with rubbing alcohol after.

I spat a bit on two fingers and made my way down my ass. I was finally in control of my own fucking dick. Elias watched me from his seat, barely showing an amused reaction. He seemed to be more pissed that I was taking over of the situation. His eyes followed the parting of my legs, and I was positive I saw him gulp at the sight of my erect dick and spit-covered hole. That gulp might be due to hunger, but I choose to fool myself and say that that was out of tension.

“I’m gonna do it myself, Eli,” I muttered between pants, making sure to display a cocky smile, “Since you won’t do it yourself. Figured I might be better at this… than you.”

My middle finger penetrated my hole first. It was alright starting with two, but I wanted to drag it out just to get a reaction out of him. After a few thrusts, I grew immediately tired of just one finger. I re-lubricated my index with a sensual spit and thrusted both fingers into my ass. It felt good and I was relaxed, but it was obviously underwhelming.

My free hand stroked my cock. I haven’t pleasured myself in weeks because of senior year duties so it felt great to do it again. I felt alive again. I deliberately made my moans louder, earning a scowl from Elias.

And then I remembered something. Something to ultimately tease the fuck out of him. A guy next door was, I think, a volunteer at the council. I knew he was fairly close with Elias. I also knew that they knew they lived next to each other.

“God, Elias!” I literally screamed, making my pace quicker and deeper. Elias seemed unbothered by it first, until I lightly banged my head on the wall. “You feel so fucking good!”

That’s when Elias realized none of the dorm rooms were soundproof. He immediately stood up and inserted his thumb in my mouth. I was quick to bite him, just light enough to get rid of the finger. He wrapped his hand around my cock as a warning, the grip getting tighter as my sounds got louder.

“Yes, yes Elias!” I figured that if he was gonna muffle my screams, other sounds could do. I continued banging my head, waiting for his next step to stop me from making a scene. A panicked expression on him looked cute. He couldn’t ruin his image because of a “hookup” he brought back to the dorm. Even though our campus was generally liberal, there were still things considered trashy.

“Oh, you fucking cunt.” Elias shook his head. I finally made him snap.

He slapped my hands away from my ass and dick, replacing the fingers in my hole with his. His fingers were barely lubricated so it stung a bit, but his fingers’ motion took me over with a wave of pleasure. Elias surely knew his way with fingering.

My voice eventually got less loud as I was severely distracted by the way he fucked me with his hands. Constant reminders of satisfaction came out of my mouth. Nothing extra, none exaggerated. It felt great, period. Even though he didn’t bother to stroke my dick.

But it turned out he did have plans on touching my dick. With his tongue. Elias crouched down and quickly planted a spit on my hole. I shuddered as his teeth grazed on my ass cheeks. He had a way of using teeth that was neither painful nor comfortable. God, he was so good. His tongue made his way up to my balls which he sucked for a moment. His tongue and hands, each pleasuring two different parts, almost brought me to climax. He seemed to notice that I was close, so he stopped. I’m glad he did, because in no fucking way I was going to cum without him fucking me first.

Elias pulled me towards him, making me almost fall on the floor. His skilled hands caught me before I slipped, securing my legs which almost touched my shoulders. He practically folded me in half. God, I felt so dirty in that position. I felt like a vulnerable, helpless little whore with Elias’s arms and hands as my chains. He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and wore it over his cock. I took initiative and squirted a generous amount of lube on my palm. I did like it rough, but I want my first time with this guy at least leaning on the ‘pleasure’ side. I spread the lube all around his dick and a bit more on the tip.

The sensation of his dick’s tip poking my entrance sent shivers down my spine. It was finally happening. My subconscious fantasy of him banging me was finally true. I didn’t care anymore if that volunteer sophomore next door heard me. I hope Elias didn’t care too if I screamed his name. He’s pretty unlucky to have an uncommon name.

“Fuck…” He was the first to moan. Only his tip was in, but holy shit did he stretch me. I let out a slow, soft groan. It was hard to adjust to his size with such an uncomfortable position, but I was too horny to move. I know Elias was too.

“You’re tight, Reg. Damn.” Elias thrusted an inch deeper. He was still so gentle even though we’re still in the middle of an unresolved fight. I suddenly yearned for rough treatment from him… like how he slapped me and called me names earlier. I figured that would probably come later.

After a few minutes of him stretching my hole, I was finally comfortable with his dick in me. “You can go faster,” I requested. Elias obliged and picked up his pace.

My insides, which were previously burning from the friction and size, felt electric jolts of pain and pleasure with every slippery thrust. I produced a series of soft, low moans which increased in volume and pitch as he went faster. Elias never broke his eye contact with me. He wanted to read every feeling that glossed my eyes. He occasionally asked me if I was okay, and I responded affirmatively through my breathless moans.

“Fucking hell, ‘li…” was all I remember saying to him over and over again, alongside my wordless hisses, grunts, and moans. I wanted to remember his name, that moment, and his face soaked in sweats of pleasure and heat as he fucked the world out of me. If I could just mentally record it, I would’ve definitely done that.

The caffeine was still in my system. I was out of breath and my heartbeat seemed irregular, or maybe it was just regular and I was just crazed by how great his dick felt. I was the first to break the eye contact as my head fell to the side. I was probably close to passing out from the overwhelming sensations.

I didn’t notice my reflection looking back at me. There was a mirror that hanged on the side of my adjacent closet. It was an unconventional placement but I had nowhere else to place it.

I looked like a complete mess. My sweat-soaked locks were all over my face, which was glossed by tears and sweat. My naturally tan skin was oddly pale, with rosy spots littered randomly on my skin thanks to Elias’s kisses and bites. Saliva dripped from my parted, rosy-red lips. If I wasn’t high on the sex and the lingering floral scent in the air, I would’ve been immediately insecure by the way I looked.

Elias didn’t mind. I’d like to believe he thought it was erotic. His thrusts became deeper, sending my hips and thighs into a fit of shudders and jolts. My sounds were becoming louder and louder. I was positive the neighboring students were already concerned (and turned on, I guess).

His thrusts finally stop. Well, not that I wanted it to stop, but I was just confused on why he’d suddenly stop. Elias didn’t let me ask shit as he pulled my body off the desk and turned me around. I felt a push on my shoulder and a tight, clawing grip on my hips.

This was what I was waiting for.

Elias didn’t even let me adjust to the new position. Luckily, I didn’t need to. With parted legs, his dick easily slid in my semi-abused hole. Every following thrust was a painful and addicting reminder on why I deserved his treatment. His secure grip on my wrists was a bittersweet reminder that in that very moment, he was in control and there was nothing else I can do but to take it.

My moans were out of control. I don’t even remember that part well. I believe I was passing out every few minutes or maybe my brain was just fried from the fucking and caffeine. Nonetheless, I remember it to be hazy and loud.

The thrusts momentarily stopped. I had no spare energy to find out what was going on. I was too high on the moment. My mind only cleared when I felt a piece of fragrant fabric stuff my mouth.

I never imagined that I would be even hornier after what Elias did. His fucking alone was driving me crazy, and now he made sure that all I would smell (and taste) was his musky, floral scent. My senses, all of them, were severely overwhelmed. But at the same time, I felt numb from all that.

All I could smell was that sickly floral scent. All I could taste was my coffee-laced spit soaking his briefs. All I could hear was his hot groans and my muffled pleads. All I could feel was his sweet, rough, yet merciful thrusts. All I could see was my reflection on the mirror.

“I’m cumming, Reg.” I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. I didn’t get enough of his dick, but at the same time I was legit close to actually passing out from exhaustion and overwhelming sensation. I sent him a lousy nod as I let him abuse my hole for a last few pumps.

The sound that came out of Elias’s mouth when he climaxed was fucking music to my ears. It made me feel proud. I was able to pleasure him that much. That was big for me. So was his load.

Elias is a busy man, so I figured those long ropes of cum he pumped on my back was a couple weeks’ worth. I could see in Elias’s smile that it was all worth it.

Fuck, that damned smile was back. I was supposed to be back to loathing Mr. Chairman. I was quickly recovered from my high, much to my disappointment. Elias finished and I immediately felt his warm cum drizzle down my thighs.

“You came?” Elias asked, slightly panting. I didn’t even know if I did. If I came, I wasn’t aware that I did. I stood up straight. Pain pricked on my back before I even got to fully stand up.

“Huh. You did. And I didn’t even jack you off.”

I felt a tingle on my spine. Elias was resting his chin on my shoulder, with his right hand on my waist and the other hand wiping off the neglected cum on my abdomen. I didn’t dare push him away as I kind of needed the support at that moment. Plus, it was a strange, cute feeling.

I never pegged Elias as a wild kind of man. I deadass portrayed him as a vanilla type, someone who wouldn’t even consider the idea of a position that was not missionary. I guess he proved me wrong. Looks can fool, indeed.

Elias brought his cum-covered fingers to his mouth. I could only, wordlessly watch him as he lapped all my cum up.

“You should eat more fruits.” He whispered after swallowing, a foreign smirk pasted on his face.