로그인NICHOLAS’ POV. Marshall’s mouth covered mine without warning. And the first press was firm, claiming the heat of his lips sealing over mine before I could turn my head. His tongue pushed past my teeth a second later, tasting me like he had already decided I belonged there. I made a sound against his mouth—half protest, half something else—and my hands came up to his chest, my palms flat against warm skin and solid muscle.I meant to push.Instead my fingers curled.This was my straight roommate. The one I had tried to blackmail but didn’t fall for it. Or was this his intention of bypassing the blackmail? His thick, hard length dragged against my cock through the thin layers of fabric, a steady, filthy rhythm that forced another sound out of me and straight into his mouth. Marshall swallowed it. His hand slid into my hair, gripped, and tilted my head so he could kiss me deeper. The mask shifted against my forehead. I could taste the clean edge of his toothpaste and underneath it so
NICHOLAS’ POV. Marshall didn’t give me time to decide anything. He walked straight to the laptop, opened it, and turned the screen toward me. The login page was already waiting. “Unlock it.”I hesitated only a second and as if a spell was cast on me, I typed the password. He took the phone next, held it out, and waited until I unlocked that too. Then he set both devices where he wanted them—laptop angled at the foot of the bed, phone propped on its stand for a closer shot.“Mask,” he said.I picked up the red eye mask from the sheets and slid it on. The elastic settled behind my ears the way it always did, cutting off the top half of my vision. The world narrowed to Marshall’s bare chest, the line of his stomach, and the gray shorts still hanging on his hips.I expected him to stay out of frame.Instead he reached into the top drawer of my nightstand, the one I never locked, and pulled out the cheaper second plain black mask I kept for longer streams. He stretched it over his own ey
NICHOLAS’ POV. Marshall closed the door behind him with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than it should have.He stood there for a moment, bare-chested, gray shorts hanging low, eyes moving slowly over the room—the phone still angled on its stand, the red mask lying on the sheets, the laptop waiting at the edge of the mattress. The corner of his mouth lifted.“I didn’t set any of that up for you,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I wanted. “I have things to do today.”“Things to do for your viewers, you mean.” He took one step closer. “Drop the act, Nicholas. Stop being so stubborn.”I clenched my fists at my sides. The towel I had been holding slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. Air brushed over my damp skin.Marshall’s gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, lingering on the front of my shorts where my cock was still half-interested from the shower. The smirk deepened.“Be a good boy,” he said, quieter now, “and I’ll let you have the best orgasm you’ve had in mo
NICHOLAS’ POV. Sunlight cut through the gap in my curtains and landed straight across my face.My body felt really heavy. I groaned and turned away from it, burying half my face in the pillow. I opened my eyes.The phone was still on its stand at the foot of the bed, and the camera pointed at the bed like a loyal little soldier. The red eye mask lay on the sheets near my hip, elastic twisted. The laptop laid at the edge of the mattress, lid half-closed, the screen long gone black.I dragged a hand through my hair and stared at the ceiling. My cock stirred under the sheet, half-hard from morning erection and the memory of a tongue dragging slowly across a bottom lip while dark eyes held mine. Marshall had looked at me.While he was buried inside someone else.While a girl sobbed into his sheets and begged him not to stop.He had looked at me like he knew exactly what I was doing in that hallway. Like he wanted me to keep watching.And the worst part was that I had.I sat up slowly.
NICHOLAS’ POV. The kitchen tap ran hot over my hands as I scrubbed the last of the tomato sauce off my plate.It was almost ten. I had eaten alone, the way I always did, and the house had been quiet all evening. No knock on my door. No session. No Marshall. Every time a floorboard creaked, my whole body tensed, and every time nothing happened, I felt stupid for tensing.So much for his session. Maybe it had all been a joke. Maybe he just liked watching me squirm.Then the front door burst open.Laughter spilled into the house, high and giggly and drunk. Female laughter. Two voices.I turned off the tap and leaned toward the kitchen doorway.Marshall stumbled into the hallway with a girl under each arm. One had long red braids and a tiny black dress that barely covered her ass. The other was a curvy brunette in a crop top and skin-tight jeans, already tugging at the hem of his shirt. Their heels clacked across the floor. Their sweet but cheap perfume rolled all the way into the kitch
NICHOLAS’ POV. I sat at my desk trying to study for the forthcoming exams. But I do not seem to be assimilating anything. And if I’m right… or maybe wrong, I must have read the same paragraph more than twenty times.What a waste of my evening already! My pharmacology textbook lay open on my desk, half the page drowned in yellow highlighter, and not one word had stuck. Every time I tried to focus, my brain dragged me back to Marshall’s bathroom as I watched water pour over his shoulders and his fist sliding over that thick, dark veiny cock with a swollen and glistening head. His low and wretched voice, moaning my name while he stroked himself.And then the laundry room. His nose at my throat. That slow, deliberate breath. The way the towel had clung to the outline of his damp dickA session. With your followers.I slammed the textbook shut and pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes until colors burst behind my lids.My phone buzzed against the desk.Mom.I sat up straight and cl







