Chapter 10 - Tell me how you wanna be f*cked

REBECCA'S POV

"Hey, guys! I'm home!" I nearly shouted from the door once I entered, which has become a routine since that time I was late and Al scolded me for having scared him. I received no response, though. "Guys!"

"They're out." I heard Byron's deep voice from the kitchen. Oh. And I had been eager. Both the assholes ditched me. How could they? Especially after Al kept on texting me very sinful ideas that came to his mind for tonight, as he said, also mentioning that it was almost certain that Will would be home while Byron would be out on a date. So I thought, foursome not just yet, but maybe threesome ...5

I can't deny I had a hard time trying to focus on working and not on pressing my legs together at the thought of Will and Al doing to me all the dirty things I've seen only in some specific videos. Yes, I watched porn a few times. Hell, I still do. Back to when I didn't have Jerkface sliding between my legs almost every night, I had to get my inspiration somewhere, don't you think?

I reached Byron in the kitchen, finding him in the making of a sandwich. He was all dressed up, though. I mean, he wore a black suit whose jacket was missing – the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to show off his strong arms and ... hmmm ... only that had very dirty thoughts fill my mind.

"Hey." I greeted, going to lean over the island, and when he gave me a onceover, I realized that that position exposed my cleavage a little, and he was very well aware of that. "Didn't you have a date?" I asked as I sat up properly, trying not to give him too much of a sight, but neither making a show of buttoning my shirt either.

The first buttons of his shirt were undone, too, and I could see his ebony skin. God, don't you love it when guys do that? Have their shirts undone, I mean. It gives them this cured but also ragged look that drives me insane.1

He shrugged, explaining: "She ditched me."

I couldn't retain the gasp that came out of my mouth, and Byron looked up at me, arching an eyebrow. "How could she? What fool would ditch you?"

That had him crack a small smile, and he shook his head to conceal it. "She said something came up and we'll reschedule it."

I frowned. "What kind of thing came up on a Sunday evening?"

He shrugged, gloomy. "I don't know, she just said she had to cancel and she'd call me."

That was absurd. I mean, what kind of fool would ditch a guy like Byron? What kind of thing could she have to do that was so important not to let her go out with him? It's absurd, if you ask me. I'd never bail on one like him. I mean, aside from his evident hotness, he's a great guy, grumpy on the surface, but deep down very cute and adorable. At least he is with me.

Living with three guys is not always easy, they can be loud and annoying and gross – especially Al – but they're awesome, each in their own way. And besides, I get eye candy. I can't complain about that.

Byron half chuckled as he shook his head once he was done making his sandwiches – and I'll avoid enumerating the amount of things he put in there. "It's no big deal, Rebbie. It's fine. Just ..." He took a deep breath.

I tilted my head to the side, studying him. "What is it?" I asked, because, clearly, the reason why he was so grim didn't entirely have to do with this girl bailing on him. Clearly there was something bigger.

Byron inhaled harshly, about to speak up, then changed his mind, so just grabbed the plate with his sandwiches and a beer, and headed to the living room. I followed him, plopping onto the seat beside him, barely leaving enough space between us, which I guess is why he gave me a warning look.

Byron turned to his snack, denying there was anything wrong, so I poked his arm, trying hard to retain myself from fangirling over his strong biceps that were probably the double of my thighs. Do you remember Will Smith in I, Robot? Yeah, that's pretty much my roommate when it comes to muscles.2

When I poked his arm, Byron turned to me, so I grinned angelically, asking him to tell me everything, he tried to fight it, but in the end he sighed and plopped his head against the back of the couch. "It's just ... I bumped into someone before coming home."

I nodded, to tell him to keep going, though I also scooted a little closer, enough for us to be only a couple of inches away from each other.

He closed his eyes. "I dated this chick in high school. Maya." There was a moment of indecision, and he stiffened a little under that tiny touch I gave him, but in the end he shot his head back against the couch once more and sighed. "Maya was ... my first real relationship. I mean, with her I was serious. Damn serious. We lasted four years. On and off during the last one."

He covered his eyes with his right arm, while the left one was still under my cures, me brushing it in an attempt at soothing him. "We had lots of fights, but in the end we still made up. The last two years were the toughest. Because I was here in New York, she was on the other side of the country, in Los Angeles. We could barely see each other every two weeks. And the last months she kept delaying."

Byron heaved a big sigh. "Turns out, she was tired of our long distance relationship. When I asked the million dollar question, if she had someone else, she slapped me, outraged, and yelled the worst things at me, claiming I was the one cheating, that she had proof."

"Was it true?" I asked in a feeble voice. There was pure outrage and a bit of offense in his deep brown eyes when he fixed them on me, and I'll admit I felt tiny because of my mistake.

"Of course not." He spat. I mumbled a sorry he ignored, going on with his story: "The chick Maya saw me with was Mel."

I frowned. "Mel?"

"Yeah, Mel. I mean, Melanie. As in, the mean bitch that broke Will's heart, yes." Byron shot me an apologetic look for the terms he used, but I ignored it.

Only the name got stuck in my mind. Melanie. Well, Mel, as she apparently goes by. For all I know, it's been three months since she dumped Will, and her name has never once been mentioned, especially not when he was around.

He looks better, better than when I arrived here, at least, but I guess it's still not safe to talk about her. The impression I get is that Will doesn't think of her, but then again, he's a deadpanned mask, so he may just be concealing the fact that his poor little heart is still wounded.

I wonder how this Melanie is, to have bewitched him like that. I've been curious to ask since I found out about their failed relationship, but I'd never dare ask Will in person, and asking either Al or Byron would sound suspicious now that they know Will and I hook up almost regularly. I mean, I'd sound jealous, and that's as far from it as the sun is from the earth.

"Maya said she'd decided to make me a surprise, so she'd come to campus. Back then I lived in a dorm, shared a room with Will, while Al was across from us. She said the door was cracked open, and she heard sounds ..."

My eyes widened, and he read in them what I was thinking, therefore he swiftly justified: "Mel had a thorn stuck in her finger, the moans Maya heard from the outside were because of me trying to get that thing out of her finger."

I arched an eyebrow, not really convinced, and once more he read my thoughts on my face. "Yeah, I know it doesn't sound much credible, but it's the truth."

Well, it's really an unusual explanation, but how couldn't I believe Byron? He's a honest guy, I know he wouldn't lie so cheekily, neither would he cheat, so I nodded.

"The thing is, back then Mel and I were friends, it was sophomore year, we had some classes in common." He sighed. "God, I introduced them. I introduced Mel to Will. Had I known she'd be like that ..." Another sigh. "I fucking put my best friend on the damn road to the heartbreak."

I half smiled, he looked cute, worrying about his best friend, even feeling guilty. "It wasn't your fault." I mentioned.

Byron snorted. "Yeah, Will didn't think it that way."

I frowned, confused, and Byron explained that after what happened, Will blamed it on his best friend too, for having let that, quote, cunning bitch in his life. Sure, then he came around, but he was untreatable for a couple of weeks and kept snapping at his friends. I can serenely believe that, and I got a little taste of his black mood my first night here. It's unbelievable how things have changed.

Byron went on telling me that Melanie had found herself in their room because of some notes he had to pass her, and they ended up talking about Will: Byron had introduced them just a couple of weeks before, she was wondering why hadn't he made a move yet, seeing as they'd been flirting not little: "I gave her tips, Rebbie." Byron laughed humorlessly. "I gave that bitch tips to catch my best friend's heart."

"Well, you meant well. I mean –"

"She had it all in mind, Rebecca!"

My eyes widened, especially at his harsh tone that had me flinch and move away from him a little. Byron sighed, raking a hand over his face as he apologized. I asked what did he mean, but he liquidated it with a 'it's not my story to tell'. I was more than dying to know, but I bit my tongue not to ask.

I'll investigate into this story, but now wasn't the moment, therefore I only asked for him to resume his story, and this time he cut it short: Maya heard suspicious sounds from the room, barely peeked to see him and Melanie so close, therefore she got it wrong, and no matter how many times he tried to explain, she never believed him. In the end, that was only an excuse to break up, he said, because things between them weren't working, and the distance was a huge toll and so.1

What surprised me was seeing Byron vulnerable for the first time. "I loved her, Rebbie. I just ... fucking loved her. And now she's getting married. That could have been me. It should have been me."3

Well, that was tough. Instinctively, I scooted even closer, and snaked my arms around his hard body, hugging him, he was taken off guard, but didn't push me away, I leaned my head on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

I didn't really know what to tell him, I was just trying to be helpful, and I guess it sort of worked, because after a few moments Byron let himself go a little and hugged me back, so that I wound up all snuggled up to him, and we decided to watch a movie.

We'd been half an hour into the first season of Suits, when the front door swung open, and there was a cheerful voice announcing his arrival: "Pizza night!" Al, obviously. He started justifying that he wasn't in the mood for cooking – thank God – and that's why he bought pizza for all of us, but he cut himself off once he spotted me all snuggled up to Byron. Predictable.

"What's going on here?" Al asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

I grinned, actually eyeing the pizza cartons. "Did you get double cheese for me?" I asked, hopeful, but Al was focused only on the scene in front of him, of me comfortably sitting very close to Byron, my legs tucked beneath me, my arm draped over his hard chest, my head comfortably on his shoulder, while his arm was around me, as if in protection, and his chin lay on my head. So yeah, we kinda looked like a sweet couple.

"Nothing's going on here, Al. Just watching TV." Byron explained, clearly annoyed. Al didn't seem convinced, he kept staring at us, so that in the end I stood up and took the pizza cartoons from his hands, so that I could finally satisfy my stomach that was already starting to grumble. That seemed to take Al back to reality, and he plopped onto the couch beside me, so that now I was sitting between them, closer to Byron, though. That might be why Al eyed us suspiciously.

To distract him, I asked: "Do you have an idea when is Will coming home?"

Al smirked impishly, taking a bite of his pizza as he asked: "Becks, you know I can provide when our boy's not there. Better, without a doubt."

I knew what he meant, and I wanted to argue – honestly, with a hint of truth – that he was great, but Will was better. If you know what I mean. But I know guys are sensitive when it comes to their skills in bed, therefore I bit back my response, for which I didn't have time anyway, because Al's statement had Byron beside me growl to cut it with such jabs.

I couldn't help giggling at his defensive tone, and instinctively I went to place a small kiss on his cheek, kind of awing at his cuteness. I would have sworn his cheeks flushed.3

By the time we were done with the fifth episode, and the pizza was gone, save a half carton for our absent roommate, which I had to snatch away from Al's grip, the front door opened, and only when Al greeted: "Hey, there, Willy!" I saw Will approaching the couch to go sit on the armchair across from it, which is his usual seat, I've learned.

He looked exhausted, there were dark circles under his eyes, and the backpack filled with books that he'd just thrown onto the ground beside him was certainly the reason. Wanting to be kind, especially because of the delicious breakfast he made me this morning, I grabbed the pizza carton from the coffee table and handed it over to him with a small smile. He took it without replying.

There was a small thank you in it, I mean, I left my last slice of double cheese pizza for him. The guys by now know that's my favorite kind of pizza ever, and I would never give it up, therefore it sort of was a small thank you, the fact that I gave it up for Will.

He seemed to acknowledge that, once he'd gaped at the slices in there for a moment, and his icy blue eyes connected with mine for a brief moment, surprise clear in them. I let the corners of my lips quirk up a little, and that was what had him look away, as if I was something outrageous to look at.

A girl could be offended by such things, but I shrugged it off without so much of a fuss. I've tried to scratch the steel of the wall he's put between us, but I never succeed, therefore I'm not gonna care. All I need and want from him is the mind-blowing sex he provides me with every night. And that's just fine with me.

I remained all snuggled up to Byron, but Al switched channel, wanting to watch a movie, which ended up being Nightmare. Fascinating, really. In spite, after Al suggestd I took refuge in his arms if I was scared, I snuggled better into Byron, pretending to be scared at the most gruesome scenes, which had him confused, while Al kept eyeing us. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was jealous.1

A good portion of the night went by peacefully like that, till we started hearing heavy drops of rain outside, then Al, after having looked out of the window, informed us there was quite a thunderstorm going on. I can't deny thunders have always had me a little scared, and even though I tried to conceal it, I did take refuge in Byron's arms when there was one that was particularly strong.

"Seriously, Becks? You're scared?" Al mocked me. I stuck out my tongue to him, and snuggled into Byron comfortably. Surprisingly, he seemed glad to cuddle me. I caught Will's hard stare a couple of times, but in the end he didn't really pay much attention to me.2

The movie was halfway over when Will grabbed his books and left, barely muttering a goodnight. I'd dare say he looked pretty irked. Who knows what had his panties in a twist.

Al laughed, as if in response to my silent question. "Oh, man, Becks ... why do you torture the poor boy like that?"

I lifted my head from Byron's shoulder to look at Al, arching an eyebrow at him. "What?"

He laughed, shaking his head as he stood up. "Nothing, babe. Nothing." He came over to me, and, ignoring the dirty look Byron sent him, he bent down to place a small kiss on my lips as he informed me: "I'll be taking a shower before going to bed. You know where to find me if you want to."

Once he was gone, Byron grunted. "I know, I know, I shouldn't let him treat me like that." I voiced his thoughts.

He sighed, weirdly enough, pulling me closer to him. "You're no doll, Rebbie. Why do you –"

"I just play around, Bye. Nothing more. It's fun."3

"Yeah, but –"

"Al knows not to ever cross limits." I giggled to myself. "Unless he wants to go down to one ball only. Or none."

That had Byron chuckle slightly, but he was still tense. I looked up, kind of mesmerized by his manly features. I mean, not that the other two look like girls, but Byron, he's like manliness personified, with all those muscles – despite me preferring a lean figure – and his jaw, so defined, those high cheekbones, the nose, even his neck.1

Everything of Byron Wayne screams manly man. I'm not saying the other two aren't manly, hell, no, far from that, I'm just saying that Byron is that kind of guy that reeks of testosterone. And for some reason that had me feel a little turned on. Am I a bad girl for wanting to rip his clothes off?1

When he looked down at me, he turned serious, maybe mostly because our faces were only inches away from each other. His arm pulled me into him some more, to a point that I was very close to just sitting onto his lap, but I was indeed glued to him.

"Don't look at me like that, Rebbie. It's not easy." Byron's voice toned down of a few decibels, I swear, getting deeper than usual, and so, so sexy. I concealed the fact that even his voice had me aroused by asking what did he mean. He sighed, shooting his head back.

"You think those two assholes are the only ones to find you so hot?" He raked a hand over his face. "I've only got more control, Rebbie. But I'm still a man. And you're still fucking hot."

Is it weird that I found cute this will to resist me? "You don't have to hold back, Bye." I mentioned, making small circles on his chest, a little impish grin on my lips.3

He groaned, grabbing my wrist to stop me, but always gently. "I don't wanna see you that way." He rasped, his voice dirtied by something that obviously contradicted his words. Lust. Pure lust.

"There's nothing wrong with it." I argued, mesmerized by his torn expression. The one of a man that needs something – in this case someone – more than air but will still hold back for some reason.2

"There is. There fucking is." Byron cursed, raking a hand over his face. Still, he didn't move away. Though I know that his cursing was meant to emphasize the fact that he was torn, I mean, normally he keeps a fairly rinsed mouth around me. "You're a friend. A roommate. I don't wanna be another one of those horny assholes that stare at you as if you were dripping ice cream."

Byron closed his eyes, heaving a big sigh. "I want you to be my baby sister, Rebbie. I've got three of them, one is your age. I don't wanna look at you and see sex, other than the amazing person you are."2

I laughed. Loudly. Unable to retain myself. He looked at me funny, as if I'd suddenly gone nuts, and waited for me to be done. It took me a moment, but in the end I calmed down. "Gosh, that's so adorable, Bye." I mused, but then cut him off by going to straddle him, my legs at his sides, my hands grasping his neck.5

"It's weird. I want the same, yet ..." I trailed off, letting my eyes roam his hard body. "Yet, I still find you fucking hot, too, Bye." I moved closer. "Does that mean we're both devious?" I asked, leaning in enough to have my lips hover over his.2

His arms unwillingly snaked around me and he pulled me closer, more or less purposely having our lips graze each other because of the movement, which he seemed to regret instantly, in fact he pulled back before I could actually kiss him.

"We really shouldn't." He argued.

I smirked, kind of moving to have my core leveled with his. "Why not?" I let my hands slip into his shirt.

"Rebbie ..." Byron warned me.

I smirked. "Bye ... if you want me, all you have to do is ask. No need to hold back."

"You shouldn't –"

"Does screwing all three of my roommates make me easy? I don't care. I wanna live."

"But –" I cut him off with a deep kiss, one that implied me sucking on his bottom lip, and ... my ... the groan that left those full lips was so hot, I got wetter only at that, especially as his large hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss too, and only when I pulled back, breathless, did he quit.2

"You're so freaking hot, Bye. And I'm so freaking wet for you right now." I mused in a – hopefully – sensual tone, my eyes roaming over his sculpted abs, actually kind of peeking into his shirt where the buttons were undone.

I don't know why did I feel so horny, I just did. And even though I actually knew there were two other guys very willing to take care of my needs, I just didn't feel like going to them. For some reason I only felt like trying how's this third roommate.

The fact that, compared to Byron, I'm so small, only made it hotter, who knows why. I mean, I'm not petite, I'm as tall as Al more or less, a couple of inches shorter, me being 5'7" more or less, opposite to his 5'11", Will is taller than Al, he kinda reaches 6', I think, but Byron ... Byron is like ... 6'3" at least, so yeah, I seem short when compared to him.

And if you consider his massive muscles, then I really look small compared to him, while the other guys are pretty lean, especially Will, therefore it's not that big of a difference, I mean, it's not like they could pick me up with one hand, while Byron looks like he could squeeze me to death. Yet when my eyes fall on his large hands, the only usage I can think of for those implies no clothes.

I let my hands roam, not so involuntarily undoing the buttons of his shirt, biting the corner of my bottom lip and kind of squirming a little when I started feeling something stiffen beneath me. Byron's hands were on still on my hips, and he seemed to be battling with himself, whether he should just slip underneath my blouse and touch my bare skin, or stop right here, before going too far.

Because I could see him still trying to resist, I decided I'd be a naughty little minx tonight, and push his limits, therefore while he was still torn, once I'd opened his shirt entirely, I only gave myself a moment to appreciate his hard muscles, and then I leaned down, peppering small kisses all over his perfect abs. The groans he kept emitting, entwined with my name, and the hard thing poking my wet sister down there, gave me the response: there wasn't much keeping him from going further.

I let my lips trail kisses all over his chest, only to then go back to his neck, nibbling on it while my hands softly skimmed over his chest. His breathing was getting heavy, and his grip on my hips kept tightening. "Oh, fuck, Rebbie ... we really shouldn't ..."

I don't know, the fact that I had to convince him didn't make me feel self conscious or easy, it just made me find him more adorable, because despite his evident arousal, he kept trying to resist me. I found it awesomely cute because it was a way of showing both respect and affection, as if he was striving to keep control not to make me feel used or hurt me in any way.

It was simply adorable. Weird that, among the three, it would be Byron to be like this. When I met him I thought he was the harsh one. Turns out, Mr. Hard Sex is the one you'd never expect, that nerd that's been giving me such orgasms that, one would think he'd deserve an award or something.

Though I can't deny that, I've found myself wondering how would each of them be in bed. I mean, Will's a bit dominant, he likes it hard, I can't deny it, Al is a halfway, he mixes it, both hard and sweet, while I'd always thought it'd be the opposite. And Byron? Eh, I was very willing to find out tonight.

"Just relax." I murmured against his skin while nibbling on his neck. He inhaled harshly when I let my hands travel down to the hem of his pants. It's funny how every first time with my roommates has been on the couch. It's like it's a silent tradition.2

The first time is always on the couch. It's also a good thing that I always think of cleaning up after the deed, because with all the sex Jerkface and I have had on this sofa, it wouldn't be very much nice to sit on it.

My hands slipped to the front of Byron's pants and he hissed, murmuring something about this not being a good idea, but I ignored him. I won't deny it also made me feel hotter the fact that I was the one to need to convince him. I could play seductress on this one. So hot.

Slowly, I started unbuckling his pants, his head shot back at the mere contact of my fingers with his boxers. I bit back the chuckle that wanted to erupt, but I had to ask: "Bye ... how long have you been on short?"

It took him a moment to respond, even only petting him was driving him insane, apparently. "Uh ... how long have you been living here?"

I frowned. That's a long time. I mean, over two months more or less. It's a long time for a guy, one like him in particular, to be on short. I wanted to ask details, but found it a little inappropriate and insensitive, so I shut up, yet he gave me a quick explanation: "I was too busy working."

"And the dates?"

He snorted, though then hissed – I was rubbing him from above his boxers, yes. "I don't fuck on the first date."

"Why not?" It was hilarious, I can't deny it. I bet the girls he went out with were willing to throw their rules or whatever out of the window to have a piece of this fine meat.

Byron breathed harshly. "It's ... disrespectful. To presume a girl will sleep with you when ..." He didn't finish, my fault that I was still rubbing him through the cotton fabric of his boxers. His way of dealing with girls was so adorable, though.2

"That comes from the guy who's had unnumbered foursomes with his two best friends?" I just couldn't bite my tongue on this one.

Byron glanced at me for a moment, his eyes glazed over, the deep brown in them all gone, his pupils being so dilated that there was only black in those irises. He seemed worried about my opinion before replying, then he shot back his head and admitted: "I always felt guilty after the deed."

My eyes kind of widened. Well, this really took me off guard. I never saw that coming. I mean, I know he's a nice guy, despite his appearances, but I never thought he'd regret doing such things. I just took for granted they all enjoyed it without issues, after all, for all I know, none of them is religious or something. Though I think I remember Byron telling me his mom is part of a Baptist church and she kind of taught him those principles. Maybe that's why he felt guilty?

"It's stupid, I know, but ... I just felt it wasn't right." He sighed. "I think my ma got stuck in my head with her religious ideas."

Case in point. I quit rubbing him or doing anything sexual as he, breathing heavily, quickly recounted me of how he's kind of gotten a little closer to church in this past year, also because of his mom, and while he won't be praying at every time of the day or anything, the voice screaming sin equals burning in Hell is a little stronger lately.

I bit my lip. "Is that why you're against that ... thing Al offered me?"

Byron took a deep breath, his fingers playing with my blouse, his face a little flustered as he admitted: "It's not just that." He sighed. "Rebbie, I ... I care about you, and ... I don't know, lately sex just for the sake of it makes me feel like shit. I don't want you to be just another number."

I bit my lip, pondering. "Bye, do you –"

"I don't feel for you, if that's what were you about to ask." He cut me off. When I looked up, he gave me a boyish smile, one that isn't easy to see on him. He's like the father that takes care of us all, especially because he obviously gains a lot more than all of us, and it's actually him to administrate the money we put for common utility.

In a word, he's the responsible one. Because Will is too busy with his studies, and he's a bit of an antisocial most of the time, Al is just too irresponsible with money, and I ... well, Math is not exactly my strong point.

"I mean ... I care about you, Rebbie. A lot. Really. But ... there are no ... romantic feelings, okay?" I think he didn't mean to sound condescending or anything, but he did, yet it only made me chuckle. How can this big man be such a sweetheart? I guess he's one of those cases where appearances deceive.

Either way I half smiled. "I care about you, too, Bye. But neither do I feel anything romantic." Hell, no, that train left my station three years ago. My heart's not gonna commit to anyone ever again. And I know you'll tell me never say never, but, believe me when I say, I will never love again. Not in the romantic sense of the term. I've loved one single person, and my heart's gonna stay faithful to him and just him. There isn't a single chance I'll ever betray him.

That's why it's easy to hook up with the guys. Because I know I'll never feel anything aside from the blissful pleasure they give me.

Now, before emotions could get in the way, I let my eyes travel over Byron's perfect muscles, and while I could feel him watching me carefully, as if he was afraid I'd break down any minute, because I guess that, clearly, he recalls the way I did yesterday at the mere mention of my past, I saw to shift back into seductress mode and leaned over, restarting to nibble on his neck as I mentioned: "That doesn't mean we can't just fuck senseless."

He let out a sexy groan at that, gripping my hips once again, but still trying to hold back: "Rebbie, it's not a good idea, we –" I cut him off. With a deep kiss. One that had him growl inside my mouth, one that had his hands slip to my buttocks, squeezing them a bit harshly, enough to have me moan as well. I broke the kiss only when I was no more able to breathe, but I left my lips there, my hands grazing his ebony skin.

"You're on short. I need a fix. We're both attracted to each other and both horny right now." I resumed, trailing sensual kisses from his neck to his jaw. "Just fuck the hell out of me, Bye."

He sort of gasped at that, but that only gave me the chance to go and claim his lips, this time in a hungering kiss that was meant to tell him how much I wanted him. It's weird how with the other two it was the other way round.

I mean, with Al, we've teased each other for weeks before getting to the actual deed, and either way it was always him to push, while with Will ... well, with Will it was everything so fast that I barely could wrap my head around it. Yet, Byron, it's almost as if now I realized I've wanted this since long. It's even weirder if you consider that I've never liked beefy guys.

Our kiss lasted longer this time, mostly because, this time, he was putting every bit of desire in it, not holding back like he had till now, and I moaned when his hands slipped inside my denim shorts from behind, his erection poking my core even too much for me to keep enough control to play a seductress and not just be a horny girl in need of a fix. Byron cupped my ass cheeks as we kissed, my hands roaming his perfect abs while he sort of rubbed me against his erection. Judging by how much I felt it, he might beat his friends in that department.

I don't know how long that moment lasted, I just know that it felt so blissful that I couldn't help wondering how the rest would be, if foreplay was so breathtaking. Byron only broke the kiss when I finally reached for his boxers and let out the giant that was hidden in there.

I peeked. And awed. Freaking awed at how big he looked in my hand. He didn't seem to acknowledge my appreciation, just went ahead and unbuttoned my blouse, easily slipping it off me in a moment. He did hiss when I gently stroked his hard shaft, though.

"Gosh, Bye ... you're gonna break me." I didn't really think before saying that, it was a mere consideration, but opposite to what I thought, other than smirk or anything, his face only flushed. Gosh, how can this big guy seriously be so adorable? I thought he'd be the roughest of them all, yet now I've got a feeling he's gonna have me purr like a cat in heat instead of scream to the top of my lungs.

Slowly, I stroked him, grinning when he moaned breathlessly, yet he did find the strength to argue: "We should ... uh ... go to my room."

I smirked, without ceasing. "Afraid we'll be caught in the act?"

Once more, his face flushed. Such a big teddy bear, he is. Byron explained that it'd be more comfortable on bed. I agreed. What he didn't know, was that I planned on being a bit wilder than that.

He eagerly but gently stood up with me in his arms and jogged towards his bedroom. It made me giggle that he took every caution in laying me gently on bed, while I was eager and rushed when I grabbed his arm and pulled him down, having his massive body cover mine, which was a very bad move, because he was quite heavy for me, but it was fine, because he swiftly leveraged on his elbows not to crush me.

I concealed the small gaffe by kissing him vehemently, as eagerly wrapping my legs around his waist as I cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer and closer. He felt so damn hard against my core, I was already pooling in arousal. But ... there were steps to take.

Hence, I leveraged on his own weight to flip us and straddle him, grinning mischievously when I saw the mesmerized look in his eyes, therefore I tried to be more sensual in unclasping my bra and throwing it onto the floor, playing a little by covering my breasts with my arms, as if I were shy, then leaning over to have them press against his warm chest, which had him hiss like a cat. "Rebecca ..."

I grinned, knowing what he meant, and also sensing he's gonna make a difference between the nickname he's given me out of affection, and the one he's gonna call out when I'm riding him. And, trust me, I intend on riding this sexy god till my knees will buckle.

I went on trailing sensual kisses all over his neck and jaw while my hands skimmed over his skin, till I started trailing kisses down ... down ... till I reached a precise spot. I got rid of his boxers in a split second.

Byron hissed loudly when I grasped his hard shaft, but downright moaned when I leaned over and took it in my mouth, all at once. I may as well tell you it barely reached the back of my throat. As in ... it was too big to actually reach the back of my throat. God ... he's gonna tear me into.

I focused on the blowjob, though. I did everything I knew would drive him insane, from giving him slow licks all over, to using a tiny bit of my teeth, from playing with his balls, to deep-throat, for how little that could be possible, given his size, and judging by the way he was moaning, I was doing an awesome job. I obviously looked straight into his deep brown eyes as I sucked him off, of course, and he was all too glad to watch the scene, even jerking his hips up to meet my mouth now and then.

When I paused, it was only to slip off my denim shorts, but I kept my red lace panties. I eagerly went back to him once I'd thrown my shorts onto the floor, and I took him in my mouth once more, but only for a moment, then I pulled up and grabbed that thick shaft of his and slid it in between my cup C boobs. Up and down. Up and down. Slowly.

I watched lustfully as Byron dropped his head back, moaning wildly as I had his massive cock fuck my tits, picking up a harder pace by the minute, till it was so hard I was moaning with him, and not long did it take before he came all over them.

It took him a few moments to recover from the high, but when he did, Byron, wheezing, apologized. I rolled my eyes, wondering why was he so careful with me, as if I was this fragile flower, and he quite simply shrugged, admitting: "I never thought you were like ... this."

I tilted my head to the side, confused. "Like this how?"

He bit his lip, eyeing my nudities, his eyes reverberating the ravenous desire he was so dead set on restraining, apparently, no matter what. "So naughty."

I grinned, moving up to straddle him once more, my hands on his shoulders. "I can be much more than this, Bye. You want me to show you?" He bit his lip, clearly not wanting to say what he thought. I think he was restrained by the affection he felt towards me. He was clearly afraid of wronging me in some way. When he didn't reply, I did for him: "I take that as a yes."

I leaned over and kissed him deeply, having him moan when I started rubbing myself against his half hard manhood, and while his hot seed was getting sticky all over my boobs, I only needed more. I only needed everything he could give me.

I trailed hungry kisses all over his neck and jaw, even nibbling now and then, till I could feel his hard on back. Then, I pulled up and went to slide him inside me, but Byron stopped me, I thought to remind me of protections, but he surprised me: "Let's ... do it on the floor."

I was a little confused, but certainly not against it. I slid off him and stood up, biting my lips as his godly figure came to stand in front of me. My eyes flickered towards his nightstand, wondering if he kept condoms in there, but Byron once more took me off guard, this time by grabbing the back of my neck and giving me such a deep kiss that I felt hot all over only at that.

This time he was eager, hungry, as if he was slowly letting go of that ravenous desire that had been eating him. There was so much desire conveyed into that kiss that I wasn't able to keep my balance, therefore I wound up with my back against the wall, my hands swiftly wrapping around his shoulders, his cupping my ass cheeks.

When he broke it off, Byron hid his face behind my neck, as if breathing me in, which was weird, but I didn't argue, especially because I didn't have time ... his sexy deep voice in my ear had my knees turn to jelly: "Tell me how do you wanna be fucked, Rebecca. I can be all you want."

I'll admit it was hard to breathe for a few moments, but there was no smirk on Byron's lips, I mean, with a line like that, Al would have smirked his ass off, but Byron seemed serious even in that. Well, he is like that. Serious in everything, though the stories Al recounted me of them in college ... mmh ... Byron Wayne used to be way wilder back then.

"And here I was thinking I could lead ..." I retorted with a light leer, my hands rubbing the back of his neck slowly, to be sensual.

Byron nipped on my ear as he pressed me against the wall, his erection poking against my stomach. "I said, I can be all you want, Rebecca. You wanna fuck me like a toy? Then say it."

Hmmm ... so hot. Where did his coyness go? Fuck, whatever, it's great in both ways. I think I was dripping down my thighs already, but I managed to raise on my toes to get closer to his ear and sensually whisper: "I wanna ride you senseless till I'm worn out, Byron Wayne. I want you to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me, till my knees get sore. I want you to fuck me all night long, till I can't feel my bones anymore. Can you do that?"

The animalistic growl he let out as he gripped my hips sent shivers down my spine, especially as he, in one swift move, picked me up and got me on my hands and knees, quickly coming up behind me. He took advantage of his having to reach for his nightstand, to push me down, so that my face was pressed against the carpeted floor. I was so gonna love this.

Even only hearing him rip the square wrapping had me eager, but even though I distinctively heard him slide the condom over his massive cock, I gasped when I felt his tongue swirling around my core.

I gripped the rug, unable to find anything else to hold on to, as Byron tongue-fucked me, hard since the beginning, that tongue reaching places I never thought it could, and when he added two fingers? Oh, my ... I was so lost. I didn't even realize I was moaning loud, till Byron warned me to be more silent: "The walls are thin, Rebecca. And Will's right on the other side."

For some wicked reason, that only pushed me to be louder. I don't know, deep down I think I wanted him to hear. Don't know why. I just ... wanted Will to hear how loud his best friend made me moan as he fucked me. It's sick, I know, but I couldn't help it.

The only idea that he was only at the other side of the wall, possibly still awake, able to hear everything, had me feel hotter. Part of me kind of wanted him to join, but that would come later ... in the beginning I wasn't that much sure, I wanted to wait, now I'm just too eager for the moment to come. The moment when I'll have all three of them all for me.

There was time for that, though. Right now the focus was on this hot specimen behind me, and his maddening tongue swirling around my core while he finger-fucked me. Even if I'd wanted to be quiet, I couldn't. It was just too much. And even though I've never been much loud, the intensity of my moans did pass my usual. And that was only because of his fingers. Imagine the rest. Useless to say I came in no time.

Byron gripped my hips and dragged me closer to him, and, as if he'd gone on a totally different mode, completely switching off his adorableness in favor of this newfound dirty sexiness, he spread my legs wide and positioned himself at my entrance. Even only feeling him there had me all too eager: I was a mere inch away from begging him to just impale me with that giant dick of his.

I moaned even only at the feeling of his warm chest against my back, I swear, his coming to nibble on my earlobe as he warned me only added to it: "I'm gonna do what you asked me to now, Rebecca. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you till your knees get sore. But ... I'm at your service, sweetheart. Just tell me all you want me to do to you. All I ask is for you to be silent. Can you do that?"1

Well, damn. That's freaking hot. I only nodded. What else could I do? It was a new way of being dominated, I guess. I mean, when a man plays submissive, he's gonna let his woman do the dominatrix, while Byron, he didn't exactly say I could dominate him, he just said he was gonna be my personal toy. If that's not hot, I wouldn't know what is.

I told myself I would bite my tongue not to be loud, be it only because he asked me to be silent, but damn ... how can I be silent when his massive cock practically splits me into only at its penetrating me? I screamed. Freaking loud. I'm sure even Al on the other side of the apartment heard me, hell, even our freaking neighbors heard me.

Byron had the solution, though: because he was still bent over, it was easy for him to wrap a hand around me mouth, enough to let me breathe, but not to let me be loud again, and it turned out to be very much useful, because every thrust felt like he was breaking me. And he was going slowly, mind you.

"In other circumstances I'd love to hear you scream, sweetheart, but it's better not to be heard." He justified. I barely nodded, too overwhelmed by the mind-blowing pleasure he was giving me only by sliding his huge shaft in and out of me. And when he asked me if he could speed up? God ... all my head was able to do was bob to say yes, causing me to bite my tongue because it only felt more intense.

By the time Byron was thrusting so hard inside me that his balls kept slapping my skin, not even his hand around my mouth could silence my moans, it barely muffled them, so that when he was forced to take it off, because he needed both hands to leverage on his weight, I willingly crawled to the floor, my face pressed against the carpeted floor, and I gagged myself with my hand.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me how do you wanna be fucked." Byron's voice was low, husky, so damn sexy, and if you add that he was pounding into me so hard, his fingers dipped into my hips, you can easily understand why was I blown away.

I never knew I'd like dirty talk, neither did I ever imagined Byron would be one to use it, but hell, did it turn me on! For how slick my core was, I could feel and hear every single thrust he gave me. Byron freed my hair from the loose braid he was contained in, only to grab a handful of it and lightly tug at it.

"Do you like it?" I nodded, unable to do else, and ... there was that slightly harsh tug at my hair, that very tiny moment where Byron slipped into dominant mode, as he ordered me: "Speak up."

God. Where did my adorable roommate go? This hot stud here was one mere inch away from breaking my every nerve. As in ... it was too damn intense for me to take it. I was gonna remember this night for long. Very long.

Byron switched again, though, and he bent down, tilting my head back to capture my lips in his, in a damn hot kiss that, mixed with his hard and deep thrusts, almost had me come right then and there.

"Tell me what you like." He repeated, his hand slipped down to my neck, I thought to dare choke me or one of those kinky things, but it passed my throat to reach my boobs and squeeze them, only to then focus on one nipple, twisting it enough to have my knees buckle, so that I crawled almost completely to the floor, calling his name while I reached my bliss. Byron still inside me for a few moment, only kneading my breasts, to let me catch my breaths and, well, stop quivering. Yes, the orgasm was that much intense.

Once I came down from my high, Byron gripped both my boobs to pull me up, and I nearly burned when his sweaty and hot chest touched my back, but the focus was always on him and on the way he snaked an arm around me, his lips going once more to nibble on my earlobe as he restarted to thrust into me, this time slowly, sultrily, amorously, fucking deeply.

"You're so fucking amazing, Rebecca. I never knew you'd be like this. I never knew being inside you would feel like fucking Heaven." And this is the same guy that merely an hour ago or so claimed he wanted to see me as a friend, as a baby sister only.2

Can't say I wasn't flattered. I guess Byron is one of those guys that will treat you like a princess outside and like a fucking whore in the sheets. So hot. Even though, this was different from anything I could have ever imagined. He was beyond my every expectation, I swear.

I wasn't able to keep myself, sure, I toned it down, but my moans were still relentless, as much as his sultry thrusts were. He was going so deep, that I almost feared he'd truly break me. That massive thing of his didn't even get entirely inside me, mind you. But he was also large, and he was spreading me so wide open.

A few times Byron united his amorous thrusts to mind-blowing deep kisses that took my breath away. Every damn time. When his hand slipped down and he went to play with my clit, I was completely lost. And worn out. Because another mind-blowing orgasm rippled out of me, and I nearly collapsed already. Who said it's about numbers? It's about the intensity. Even one single orgasm can leave you breathless if it's so intense.

He was so buried deep inside me, that when he pulled out I felt it all. I felt every single inch that came out of my already aching core.

"Now tell me. Tell what you want." Byron breathed in my ear, huskily, his tone so sensual that my insides churned. I bit my lips, trying to breathe properly. Sure as hell I'd forgotten how to.

"I ... I wanna ride you." I wheezed.

Byron didn't smirk, as I expected him to, he only reached out for my chin, grabbing it to raise it, so that he could once more claim my lips, speaking against them: "As you wish." In a moment he was laying on the floor, his hands on my hips. "Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me how you want, till you cream my dick with your sweet juices."4

Oh. My. God. This was truly beyond every expectations. Now I know that dirty talk gets me hotter. I turned around and straddled Byron, loving the hiss he let out as I rode him between my lips, kind of teasing him, before actually grabbing him and sliding him inside me. Gosh, such position only made it easier for him to impale me.

I started slowly, making circles, my legs bent at his sides, and I slowly picked up a pace, till I was finally bouncing onto his cock as if it were some sort of jump rope. His moans only made it hotter, and his sweaty chest beneath my fingertips when I leaned my hands on it were burning my skin, but what truly scorched it was the way Byron grabbed my wrists and had me fall onto him, so that our faces were inches away, and he kissed me hungrily, his hands moving along my sides to go grip my ass cheeks.

In the beginning he only followed my movements as I rode him, but when I started slowing down, actually a bit tired, he gripped my ass tighter and started pushing me onto him, hard and deep, having me moan like a freaking whore, though he silenced those sounds with his lips a few times, till he settled for just nibbling o my neck and earlobe while he dug his fingers into my ass, thrusting and thrusting ... till I came once more.

That last orgasm left me truly worn out, and I nearly collapsed on top of him, but Byron flipped us gently and embraced me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, his voice raspy as her spoke: "Once more, sweetheart. Just once more. Come for me once more."1

I was staring at the ceiling, but was barely able to see it, for how my sight was clouded. "Only if you come with me." I breathed out, not sure why.

Byron gripped me tighter. "As you wish, sweetheart." I thought he'd pick up a harder pace again, but instead he only went on giving me slow, sultry, amorous thrusts that went so deep into me that he was buried in almost till the end of his massive member, reaching my back walls too easily.

I don't know for how long that went on, I just know that by the time another orgasm rippled out of me, I could barely feel the warmth of Byron's seed through the thin fabric of the condom. Then I blacked out