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5 Chapters
Chapter 6 The Island of Firsts img
Chapter 7 Locker Room Heat img
Chapter 8 The Nanny's Rulebook img
Chapter 9 The Girl from the Guest Room img
Chapter 10 Chained by the Mistress img
Chapter 11 First Class Fantasies img
Chapter 12 The Widow's Garden img
Chapter 13 Bi the Way, I'm Yours img
Chapter 14 Detention After Hours img
Chapter 15 Kissed by My Husband's Brother img
Chapter 16 A Virgin Sacrifice img
Chapter 17 The Pastor's Son img
Chapter 18 Poly Love img
Chapter 19 My Boss, Her Wife and Me img
Chapter 20 High School Secrets img
Chapter 21 Public Library Lust img
Chapter 22 The Gamer Boy Next Door img
Chapter 23 Forbidden Campus img
Chapter 24 Her Sorority Dare img
Chapter 25 Under My Husband's Desk img
Chapter 26 Cuffed in His Dorm img
Chapter 27 The Wedding I Ruined img
Chapter 28 My First Strap-On img
Chapter 29 Netflix and His Chill img
Chapter 30 Seduce the Cheerleader img
Chapter 31 Three-Way for the Grade img
Chapter 32 The Priest's Nephew img
Chapter 33 Latex, Lace, and Lies img
Chapter 34 My Girlfriend's Brother img
Chapter 35 The Secretary's Fantasy File img
Chapter 36 Under the Bleachers img
Chapter 37 The Swim Coach's Rule img
Chapter 38 The Virgin's Education img
Chapter 39 My Husband Watched img
Chapter 40 The Frat Boy's Shame img
Chapter 41 She Likes to Watch img
Chapter 42 The Gay Roommate img
Chapter 43 Beneath the Veil img
Chapter 44 His Little Secret img
Chapter 45 Love on the Line img
Chapter 46 The Slumber Party Dare img
Chapter 47 My Roommate's OnlyFans img
Chapter 48 Daddy's Boy img
Chapter 49 Locker 17 img
Chapter 50 The Hotel Bet img
Chapter 51 Detention Desires img
Chapter 52 The Elevator Game img
Chapter 53 The Balcony Heat img
Chapter 54 The Professor's Office Hours img
Chapter 55 Midnight at the Rooftop Pool img
Chapter 56 The Art Studio After Dark img
Chapter 57 The Taste of Control img
Chapter 58 The Balcony Affair img
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Chapter 5 Sworn to Secrecy

"Some secrets are heavier when they're shared. Others? They taste better on someone else's lips."

The first time Ezra kissed Mateo, it wasn't planned.

It was after a party, half past midnight, on the roof of their dorm building. Mateo had a bottle of rum and a bruised ego. His girlfriend had dumped him in front of half the lit class that afternoon. Ezra had followed him up without saying a word, just sat beside him and waited in the dark.

"I'm tired of pretending," Mateo had said, his voice rough.

Ezra lit a cigarette. Took a long drag. Passed it over without meeting his gaze.

"Pretending what?"

"That I only like girls."

That was the moment.

No buildup. No dramatic music. Just a shared silence, a flick of flame in the dark, and the tension that had always lingered between them suddenly breaking like a dam.

Mateo leaned in. Ezra met him halfway. Lips met lips. Soft at first, hesitant. But then, hungry.

It tasted like rum and regret and something more dangerous than desire.

That was three weeks ago.

Since then, it had happened again. And again. Always in secret. Always behind locked doors or beneath the covers in the middle of the night.

They didn't talk about it.

They didn't need to.

But it was driving Ezra mad.

He wanted more than the dark. More than whispered kisses and hurried blowjobs when the roommate was out. He wanted to wake up next to Mateo in the daylight. Wanted to hold his hand. Wanted to not feel like a mistake.

But tonight was different.

Mateo came over, jeans low on his hips, hoodie unzipped. Ezra's throat tightened just seeing him. That familiar ache pulsed between his thighs like a warning.

Mateo closed the door behind him. "Roommate's gone," he said.

Ezra stood. "Mine too."

They were on each other before another word passed. Clothes hit the floor. Teeth clashed. Ezra's back slammed against the wall as Mateo dropped to his knees, pulling Ezra's briefs down with trembling hands.

Ezra's head hit the plaster. "FuckMat..."

Mateo's tongue was warm, eager, worshipful. He licked like he meant it. Like it was an apology. A confession. A prayer.

Ezra threaded his fingers through Mateo's hair, breathing hard, thighs shaking. "God, you're good at this."

Mateo looked up, lips wet. "I think about it all the time."

"What?"

"Sucking you. Every time she kissed me, I imagined it was you."

Ezra groaned and dragged him back up, pulling him into another kiss, deep, messy, full of things neither could say out loud.

They didn't stop until Ezra was gasping into the pillow, Mateo's hips pressed tight against him, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Every thrust was a promise Mateo couldn't say with words.

They finished with their fingers interlaced, panting into each other's necks.

Sweaty. Spent. Still hidden.

Later, when the room was quiet and their breaths evened out, Ezra finally asked:

"Why don't you tell anyone?"

Mateo looked away. "Because I don't know who I am yet."

"You're mine when we're like this," Ezra said softly.

Mateo turned back to him, eyes haunted and full. "Then let me be yours just like this. Just for now."

Ezra nodded.

They made love again slower this time.

Not as a secret.

But as something worth keeping.

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