Novels by Whisper

The bathroom was a sanctuary of heat and steam, the air thick and heavy as the water swirled gently in the large clawfoot tub. Jensen sank deeper, the warmth of the water crawling beneath his skin, loosening the knots in his muscles but igniting something fiercer in his core. His breath came in shallow bursts, heart pounding in rhythm with the faint splash of water as it moved with their shifting bodies.Behind him, Clinton stepped in, bare skin glistening with droplets as he settled into the bath. His arms slid around Jensen’s waist with the ease of a predator claiming his prize, pulling him flush against that solid, familiar heat. Jensen’s back curved into Clinton’s chest, the sensation so immediate and electric that he shivered involuntarily.The heat of Clinton’s body radiated through the warm water, pressing against Jensen’s own slick skin, their bare torsos melding into one seamless curve. Jensen’s head rested against Clinton’s shoulder, the faint scrape of stubble along his jaw

Jensen stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop screen, the numbers and figures blurring together after hours of trying to meet the impossible deadline. His fingers trembled slightly over the keyboard. The report was overdue, and he knew Clinton wouldn’t be pleased. The weight of that looming disapproval pressed down on him heavier than the exhaustion in his muscles.The office was empty, the harsh fluorescent lights dimmed to a low glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the polished floor. Only the hum of the air conditioner broke the silence, steady and monotonous.A sharp voice cut through the quiet, and Jensen’s breath hitched.“Jensen.”Clinton stood in the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His crisp white shirt was rolled at the sleeves, revealing the strong muscles of his forearms. His dark eyes locked onto Jensen’s, unblinking and commanding.“You’re falling behind again,” Clinton said coolly, stepping inside, the subtle scent of his

The lock clicked behind them, sealing the room and their secrets inside.Jake’s heart hammered as the four of them stood, bare skin illuminated only by the soft glow of a single lamp. The air was thick with desire, anticipation crackling like electricity between their bodies.Alex’s eyes roamed Jake’s flushed skin, lips curling into a slow, hungry smile. “You said you wanted more. Tonight, you’re gonna get it.”Jake swallowed hard, his cock already twitching, aching for attention.Ryan stepped forward, hand sliding over Steve’s chest, the other trailing down his side, fingers brushing dangerously low. Steve responded with a low groan, stepping closer, their breaths mingling.Jake’s eyes flicked between them, pulse racing. He could feel their heat, smell the mix of sweat and musk and something raw, primal.Alex pulled him close, lips crashing against his in a fierce kiss, tongue darting deep and possessive. Jake gasped, melting into the touch, hands tangling in Alex’s hair as their bod

Jake couldn’t get the memory out of his head. It kept flashing through his mind like a slideshow…Alex’s mouth, the way his tongue swirled, the way his fingers gripped his thighs, the way Jake had practically forgotten how to breathe. He was wrecked in the best way possible, and for the first time in weeks, he hadn’t even thought about his girlfriend.That morning, he tried to focus in class. Failed. His notebook was blank. He stared out the window, his lip caught between his teeth, and all he could think about was the heat, the wetness, the way Alex’s eyes stayed locked on him the entire time.By noon, Jake had made up his mind.Their dorm was unusually quiet later that day. Ryan had gone to the gym, and Steve was probably still asleep at someone else’s place. Jake lingered in the hall for a moment, then sent the text.Jake: I need you. Now. Room’s empty.He barely had time to exhale when the door creaked and Alex stepped inside, smirking like he already knew the outcome.Jake didn’t

It was past midnight in Dorm Block D, and the hallway was silent except for the buzzing of a flickering overhead light. The kind of silence that made every breath, every step, sound criminal.Jake was in the bathroom again.Door locked. Lights off. Just the moonlight bleeding through the narrow slit of a window above the toilet, casting shadows on the stained tiles. He was hunched against the cold wall, pants shoved down to his knees, palm working fast over his cock.He had needed to fuck really bad tonight, but the girls hostel had been sealed off. His girlfriend, faraway.His teeth were clenched. His breath came out in hot, shaky bursts.“Fuck… gods…” he hissed under his breath, head tilting back, neck glistening with sweat. He'd been hard since dinner. Frustrated, throbbing, no outlet. His girlfriend hadn’t called in three days. Not that she ever really made him feel this desperate anyway.He couldn’t even go out. The school had locked the gate early. Patrols were up. Even the nigh

The call came while he was still lying in bed, shirtless, sweat dried to his skin and a dull ache still pulsing deep in his body from what Clinton had done to him that afternoon."Hey baby," her voice rang through the phone, soft and unaware, "I’ve missed you all week. Can I come over tonight? I need you."Jenson stared at the ceiling. His throat tightened.He hadn’t even thought about her in days.Not really.He’d barely texted back. Every time he looked at her name, all he could think about was the way Clinton had bent him over his own desk, the way he had kissed him like he owned him, the way Jenson had begged for more like some used-up whore who didn’t even remember what normal felt like.But she still thought he was hers.He tried to respond. “Yeah, maybe we—”His voice cracked.He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t lie.He couldn’t even imagine touching her now. Not when his body still belonged to someone else.“I’m not feeling well,” he finally said, the lie tasting like ash. “Maybe t