“I feel like we’ve barely seen each other lately.” Kayla frowned over at me from the driver’s seat as we cruised through campus.
She was right about that.
Since our date on the patio last week, I’d had two more tests with the frat. Both were a bit gross, and they took up my entire weekend.
On Saturday night we’d had to act as waiters at a party, passing out drinks and making sure anyone that needed to vomit made it to the bathroom in time. Poor Patrick, who always seemed to be getting the short end of the stick, got puked on by some sobbing sorority girl.
Aaron got to party it up, since he was the winner of the race, but he had some serious hangover regrets in the morning, because our next test was at the ass crack of dawn. The party had gotten pretty wild and the pledges were the clean-up crew. It’d taken all four of us almost five hours to undo the mess they’d made.
Kayla spent the night at my place again on Sunday, but I was so exhausted, I fell asleep halfway through Titanic. According to Kayla, I missed all the “sexy times.”
Between classes and homework, her work schedule, and my stuff with the frat, we hadn’t had nearly enough time together.
It’d been four days since I’d had her in my bed—and yes, I was counting. Sleeping alone was ruined for me now, and the therapeutic pillow wasn’t cutting it anymore. I missed having Kayla’s soft body next to mine. Holding her. Waking up to her touches.
Now that we were dating, I thought it would’ve been easier to see each other. Shit, we lived so close, I could literally see her dorm room from my backyard.
But from the text Max had sent earlier today, I knew I’d be spending the night at the Pi Kap house, so that meant I wouldn’t be seeing Kayla until tomorrow.
I’d asked her to drive me there, and she probably assumed it was because my leg was giving me trouble.
It wasn’t.
Truth was, I just wanted to have a reason to spend a few minutes with her.
I’d been vigilant about resting, icing, and doing my exercises to heal the race injury. Pierre had accompanied me to all my classes, and I was getting used to the odd looks.
“I’m sorry.” Frustration laced my words as I lifted our linked hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You can spend the night at my place if you want.”
She shook her head. “That’s okay. It wouldn’t be the same without you there. I already miss you enough as it is, and that would only make it worse.”
I liked the idea of her being there, even when I wasn’t. I could’ve pushed the idea and told her Pierre would like the company, but that would’ve been a shitty guilt trip. I’d already taken him out for his nighttime walk and fed him dinner, so he’d be fine until morning.
“And I’m not gonna lie,” she went on, her tone light. “I’m really horny.”
I huffed out a laugh. Agreed.
With a resigned sigh, I glanced out the passenger window. Then I had an idea. A complete stroke of genius.
I pointed at the automated carwash on the right. “Turn in here.”
Glancing over at me like I was crazy, she flipped on her turn signal. “Why?”
“Just trust me.”
The sun was going down, and the bright lights from the giant carwash sign had caught my attention. It was the kind that was open twenty-four hours a day, and there were no attendants working there, which made it perfect for my plan.
Excitement from what I was about to suggest we do caused me to sit up straighter in my seat, my heart beating double-time. I just had to hope Kayla went along with it. Even if she didn’t, she’d still get a clean car out of the deal and I’d get a little extra time with her.
She pulled up to the lane like I told her to and I got out my wallet, counting eight dollars for the super deluxe wash.
“You think my car is dirty?” Feeding the bills into the machine, she narrowed her eyes at me over her shoulder.
I laughed. “Something like that.”
Kayla gave me a questioning look as she drove up to the garage door, but she popped the car in neutral as instructed, and we started to roll forward. It became darker as we made it into the tunnel, and I was keyed up on the inside, like a racehorse waiting for the gates to open.
As soon as the green light came on and water from the pre-wash began spraying around us, I reached over to unbuckle Kayla’s seat belt.
“Come over here,” I said, my hand going to the button on my pants. “We’ve got seven minutes.”
“What?” she shrieked, watching me take my already-hard cock in my hand.
I answered her by sliding my other palm up the inside of her thigh.
The pink floral skirt she was wearing was perfect for the easy access I needed. Even though we weren’t going on a date tonight, she’d dressed up and put on some makeup. I wondered if she was trying to torture me with how hot she looked. If so, mission accomplished.
“What are you thinking?” she whisper-yelled, glancing around like someone might see what I was doing.
My fingers slipped under her panties, and when I felt how wet she was, I groaned.
“I’m thinking you can come over here and sit on my dick.” It was a crude request, but Kayla loved dirty talk.
When she realized what I was asking for, her eyes became heavy and her breathing hitched. “Are you serious?”
“Six and a half minutes.” I leaned over to kiss her neck. “Better get your ass over here.”
Spurring into action, she scrambled over the middle console to straddle my lap.
“God, I love it when you’re bossy.” The roar of foam and soap hitting the car almost drowned out her words.
Our lips connected, mouths open, her tongue searching mine.
I was both amused and turned on by her willingness to be spontaneous, but a chuckle died in my throat when she moved her panties to the side and began sliding the head of my dick up and down the silky seam of her center.
No hesitation at all. It was like her pussy was in a constant state of being ready for me.
Water splattered the windows and neon lights flashed around us. I had no idea what the lights were for, but I had to assume it was to make the carwash more appealing to college students. Like a rave.
And damn, was it appealing. I’d never considered having sex in a public place like this, but it was great for an impromptu quickie.
“Holy shit.” I kept my eyes wide open as I gazed down between us. One of my favorite parts about sex was watching the head of my cock disappear into Kayla’s tight body.
We both moaned when the tip slipped inside her slick heat.
Undulating her hips, she pressed her forehead to mine. “How many minutes?”
The suds made it difficult to make out the glowing green numbers on the timer. “Five.” I gasped as Kayla lifted up, then sank back down. I was fully seated inside her now. “And twenty-eight seconds.”
The position we were in was awkward because there wasn’t much room for Kayla’s knees on either side of me, but I was determined to make it work.
Reaching behind her, I yanked the lever to make the seat roll back. The sudden motion of sliding backward so fast made my dick shove deeper into her tight heat.
“Oh my God,” Kayla whimpered at the same time I breathed out, “Fuck.”
Blindly fumbling with the knob on the side, I pulled it up and we reclined. Much better.
“What if there are cameras in here?” she asked, panting, but she didn’t stop riding me.
“Then they’re gonna get a show,” I replied gruffly. “But I don’t think anyone can see through all this soap.”
The bubbles coating the outside were thicker now, and long strips of cleaning sponges began slapping against the roof.
Setting her pace to the rhythm of the swirling jets of water hitting the sides of the car, Kayla rocked over me.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
I roughly pulled the neck of her tank top down, letting her tits spill out. I sucked one of her dark nipples into my mouth, and she arched up, pushing her breast against my face. Lapping at it, I gave the underside a quick bite before switching to the other hardened peak that needed my attention.
Scraping my teeth over the textured skin, I released it with an audible pop before lifting my head to rasp, “Grind your clit on me.”
Moaning, Kayla did as I said, rolling her hips and bearing down on me. As I closed my mouth around her pulse point, my balls drew up tight. Fuck. I was already so close. She wasn’t holding back at all.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged. “Fuck me just like that.”
Grabbing a handful of her ass, I pumped upward, matching her movements. My other hand went to her pussy, flicking her clit with my thumb. Back and forth. Back and forth.
I circled the hot spot, knowing exactly how she liked to be touched. By now, I knew her body almost as well as I knew my own.
“Ezra,” she moaned, shuddering. “So close.”
“Two minutes.”
Giant sponge rollers spun by the windows, and water sprayed the hood as Kayla’s pussy gushed around my cock.
“Gonna come,” she whispered by my ear, her voice strained.
Her movements became quick and jerky, her hand fisting my shirt. Then I felt her walls clench around my dick before she smashed her face against my shoulder, muffling her scream.
Just like always, her body immediately became more languid right after she came. Pliant arms fell limply at her sides, and she panted against my neck.
That was fine. I could do the work for both of us.
Planting both hands on her hips, I pumped her body over mine.
A minute and a half left.
“Shit,” I grunted. “I’m almost there. Almost there.”
The strong jets of water around us became lighter, changing to a mist as the car moved forward. We were almost out of time.
Kayla kissed my neck, my jaw, nipped my ear. When her mouth made it to mine and her smooth tongue pushed past my lips, I was done for.
Letting out a shout, I pulsed inside her. My eyes slammed shut and my head lolled back from the sheer force of it. Digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, I held her to me, keeping my dick buried deep as she milked me dry.
“Thirty seconds.” Kayla’s playful voice pulled me out of the haze before she lifted herself off my lap. Ungracefully falling back into the driver’s seat, she sent me a naughty smirk. “That was fun.”
The final stage of the wash cycle drizzled a wax coating as we made it to the end of the conveyer belt. The red light from the stop sign turned green, and Kayla popped the gear back into drive.
All the windows were completely fogged up now.
Returning my seat to an upright position, I sent her a satisfied smile. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Me? This was your idea!” Giggling, Kayla switched on the air conditioning and wiped at the inside of the windshield with her hand.
“It was a good idea,” I said cockily.
My breathing ragged, I tucked my sated cock back into my boxers and zipped up my jeans. I couldn’t believe we just did that. Now, more than ever, I just wanted to take Kayla back to my place and spend the night with her in my arms.
But my phone buzzed with a text and I dug it out of my pocket.
Max: You’re late.
Me: On my way.
I grabbed Kayla’s hand, wanting to touch her as much as I could before she dropped me off. “You work tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t I come in there for lunch and we can have a date?” She’d brought me food from the restaurant several times, but I still had yet to eat there.
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Pi Kap house. I leaned over the middle console to kiss her one more time, then forced myself to get out before I said to hell with the frat.
Halfway across the green lawn, I turned back to watch Kayla drive away. She gave a cute little wave with a flick of her fingers.
I raised a hand, my heart still racing from what we’d done. It’d been just a spur of the moment thing. A desperate suggestion so we could both get what we needed. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Kayla went for it, because I was quickly learning she was just as hungry for me as I was for her.
As her glowing taillights became smaller down the road, I thought about how dirty her panties were. How she’d still be able to feel me between her thighs as she drove back to her dorm.
Was it wrong that I loved the fact that my cum was still seeping out of her this very second? That I had basically marked her as mine? I didn’t care if that made me a possessive pervert.
I couldn’t wipe the smug grin off my face as I walked up the front steps, but when I got through the door, the usual jovial attitude was absent from the somber faces of several frat members lingering in the living room.
My smile faded.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Where is everyone?”
I’d been expecting another party. Maybe another Thirsty Thursday. After all, why else would they want us to spend the night?
“The others are already downstairs,” Cameron told me, leading me over to the basement door.
Apprehensive, I made my way down the dark stairwell and each old wooden step creaked under my weight.
I blinked, trying to adjust to the lack of light when I made it to the cement floor. This was a part of the house I’d never seen before, and it was surprisingly unfinished. Not at all glamorous like the rest of the mansion.
The walls were made of concrete blocks, and the ceiling had exposed pipes and other wires running along the length of the large space. There was a dank smell, like mildew and mold. A few Pi Kappa Epsilon banners decorated the walls, and the only source of light was the glow from about ten candles throughout the open space.
No wonder it was so dim in here.
Moving over to where the other guys stood, I tilted my head to the side, wondering what we could possibly be doing down here.
Then I noticed the hose in Max’s hand.
“For the next eight hours, you’ll be sitting right here while repeating a loyalty chant.” He pointed the nozzle at the four X’s drawn in chalk around a circle of candles. “This will test your dedication and endurance. It won’t be easy, but if you can get through tonight, you’re in the homestretch to joining our brotherhood.”
“Are you gonna spray us with that?” Patrick piped up, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
Smirking, Max shook his head. “I hope not. As long as you stay awake, you’ll stay dry. If not, it’s gonna be a different kind of Thirsty Thursday.”
Well, fuck. This didn’t sound fun at all.
“I have class all day tomorrow.” Distressed, Patrick turned to us. “Don’t you guys have class, too?”
We all nodded.
Max let out a scoff. “As if you can’t miss a few hours of sleep. You’ll get back to your beds in time for a quick snooze. This might not be a picnic, but think about the bright future ahead.”
His little speech was upbeat, but the undertone said one thing—if we didn’t do this, we wouldn’t make it into the fraternity.
“Let’s do this,” Aaron said, pumped up and excited. “I’m so frat!”
God, that guy was such a douche.
“Gentlemen, take your seats and repeat after me—Pi Kappa Epsilon. Loyalty. Dedication. Brotherhood.”
We did as he said. The chant came out clumsily at first, and the concrete was cold and hard on my ass.
“Again,” he ordered. “And again. Don’t stop.”
Just like the other guys, I was sitting with my legs folded in front of me, but the crossed-legged style was uncomfortable for my knee. At the retreat, we’d figured out that it was one of my triggers. Shifting, I extended my left leg so it was draped over the right to get some relief.
In the beginning, it wasn’t so bad. All we had to do was sit and say some words.
But after what I estimated to be about thirty minutes, my joints started to ache and my muscles locked up.
A couple hours in, our words became mumbled and slurred. My throat burned, and my voice was raspy from speaking for so long.
My leg hurt. It didn’t matter what position I put it in—sitting on a hard floor for this long was breeching my limits, but I didn’t want to give up.
Tonight would be over soon, and it was a small sacrifice for what laid ahead.
After a while I could feel myself nodding off, but I was powerless to stop it. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my shoulders slumped and my head fell forward.
When Max wasn’t looking, Jeff gave me a hard shove, jolting me to awareness, and I sent him a look of thanks.
I definitely didn’t want to fall asleep, because what happened when someone dozed off? They got the hose. Literally sprayed with ice-cold water. Patrick sat shivering across from me, his soaking wet clothes dripping a wet trail that led to the drain in the floor.
The candles in the middle of our circle were long extinguished, but a few remained lit around the perimeter of the room and my eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
Looking at Max, I wondered if he’d had to do this, wondered how far back these traditions went. He’d been pacing back and forth most of the night, drinking the coffee Cameron kept bringing down to him. I had no idea how he hadn’t needed a piss break yet, but I hoped for it. Hoped for just five minutes to stand and stretch.
No such luck.
More chanting. More time passed. How much time? I didn’t know. I’d lost all concept of minutes or hours.
To distract myself, I resorted to my old pain-coping tactics—thinking about Kayla.
I replayed what happened at the carwash no less than ten times. Remembered how vulnerable and soft her voice was when she told me she loved me for the first time. Thought about drawing her naked on my bed, hopefully in the near future. I envisioned holding her hand as we walked across campus, her beaming at me proudly as I sported the Pi Kap letters across my chest.
I was startled out of my daze by the sound of the hose and I braced myself, thinking it was coming for me.
I was wrong.
Patrick sputtered as it shot over him, soaking his hair and clothes once again.
“Come on, pussy,” Max taunted. “You think I want to be down here all night? You don’t see me snoozing.”
With a growl, Patrick stood up. “This is bullshit!”
Stunned, our words died away as we watched him wring out his T-shirt.
The sight of the water made me thirstier, and I swallowed several times, trying to muster up enough saliva to quench my parched mouth.
Max stepped into Patrick’s personal space. “This bullshit is what will get you into Pi Kappa Epsilon. This bullshit will make the next four years the best years of your life. Popularity, the wildest parties, the hottest girls. How bad do you want it?”
“Not bad enough. You’re fucking crazy, man,” he spat before storming toward the stairs. Hesitating, he turned back to look each of us in the eye. “And the rest of you are crazy, too, if you put up with this crap.”
The heavy stomping of his feet and the loud slam of the basement door was a welcome break from the sound of our voices repeating the same words over and over again.
“Well then.” Max turned toward us, not seeming all that bothered at losing a potential member. “Anyone else want to commit social suicide tonight?”
We all remained silent.
“Good. Then get back to chanting.”
If I’d have known what was good for me, I would’ve followed Patrick.
If I’d have known what was coming the next day, I would’ve gotten up off that floor and left.
But I didn’t.
Trying to ignore the pain, I let the motivation of popularity and acceptance cloud my judgment as I endured the hours we had left.