“We’re fine.” I pushed back the urge to sigh and roll my eyes. It wouldn’t help her brand of crazy, but it would make me feel less frustrated. “We have enough sheets and towels, I promise.”

Kyle always had the patience to deal with her better than I did, so he stepped in without me asking. He smiled as he set a box onto the bed. “I think he’s worried that we don’t have the space. You know how small these rooms are. Besides, if we had too many then we wouldn’t be able to come back and see you that often.”

She shook her head as she kept putting sheets and things away in the little closet. “You boys don’t need dirty laundry as an excuse. I bet you’ll want peace and quiet after a while anyway.” She looked out the door and shuddered. “This place seems very busy.”

I wasn’t sure college had changed that much, but she always made it seem like she’d gone to school with nuns or something rather than the state university I knew she’d attended. She’d told us countless stories over the past couple of weeks about how serious college was and how we should focus on making good decisions. And if I heard one more time about how the choices in our freshman year would affect our entire college career, I’d go crazy.

Kyle ate it up. Every lecture and insane story about what might happen made him feel like part of the family. As his parents had withdrawn and almost disappeared from his life, my own had stepped up. It’d happened so gradually, they probably hadn’t even realized it.

Mom didn’t want to like him.

She didn’t want to worry about what we were doing in my bedroom or when we were driving home late from work. She didn’t want to worry about how serious we were getting or what would happen later. Her need to hover and over-mother had taken control though. Kyle hadn’t had anyone to see that he got enough sleep and ate his vegetables, so she’d decided it would be up to her to make sure he survived until college.

I wasn’t sure how our first college class would automatically make us functional, but it seemed to in her mind. I’d just done my best to go along with it, and eventually Kyle had stepped up to be the one to manage her. He was a natural.

Me—not so much.

The more time he’d spent over at our house, the calmer she’d gotten. Having the extra person to obsess over had actually taken her mind off me some of the time. It’d been nice. The only exception to the rule was when Kyle and I were alone together.

Dad said that Kyle and I should be allowed to close the door and have our privacy. Mom consented, to a degree. Then she’d get creative. We’d usually get about ten minutes of alone time before she’d ask for help to take out the trash or she’d have a question about school. Sometimes she’d ask us about what she needed to buy for the dorm room or even what she should make for dinner.

To say I was frustrated would be an understatement.

It wasn’t like we hadn’t fooled around. Between the teasing he did when we were at work and the crazy things we’d managed to cram into those ten minutes, it hadn’t been all bad. There just wasn’t enough privacy to explore some of the activities we’d both wanted to try. Like sex.

That would take more time than we’d been able to steal.

Kyle would go into excruciating detail about how much time he’d take and exactly what he’d do to get me ready. He’d sit next to me on the couch while we pretended to watch movies and he’d whisper all the naughty things that made my knees weak. I’d thought the first day of college would never come.

“Did you boys grab that last box from the car? The one with the dishes and utensils in it?” She looked over from where she was standing at the closet.

“Um, wasn’t Dad supposed to bring that in?” I looked over at the door, but he hadn’t come back from the car yet. He was probably hiding so he wouldn’t have to unpack any more boxes.

She sniffed, shaking her head. “I think I’m going to go down to the car and see what’s keeping him. I want you to have enough things to make a quick meal if you need to.”

Between the meal plan and the snacks she’d purchased, we could feed a small army, but if it got her out of the room for a minute, I was all for it. “Thanks.”

She headed out and before the door even closed behind her, I felt strong hands wrap around me. Kyle’s voice growled low, sending a shiver down my spine. “She’s going to be gone soon. Then there won’t be anything stopping us. Are you ready, slut?”

It still sent humiliating tremors through me every time he said it. We’d both been waiting for it for so long. Knowing what was going to happen made it hard to think, much less hide my excitement from everyone else. For most people here, they were thrilled to be starting college. I was just ready to have sex with my boyfriend.

“I’ll always be ready for you.”

We both knew what I meant. He’d said similar things too. Sometimes possessive, rough words came out of his mouth, but there was something about the way he’d tell me I was his that made my heart thud in my chest. It probably shouldn’t have but it sounded…sweet wasn’t the word but nothing else seemed right.

He pulled me tight against his body, grinding his cock against my ass. There was no discussion or debate about who would bottom the first time. He’d made that clear with every fantasy. Not that I wanted it any other way. I hadn’t managed to share many of the things I’d dreamed about him doing to me but the ones he’d made me talk about all had the same thing in common. He’d been topping me.

Maybe I’d want to switch it around later but I just wasn’t sure. We’d figure it out. He’d managed to understand me well enough that I wasn’t really worried about it. I was too focused on what would happen in just a few hours—or sooner if we could ever manage to get my mother to leave.

I was beginning to think she would just sleep in the car and stay with us forever. Evidently I wasn’t the only one with that same train of thought. Kyle whispered against my ear, “I think it’s time for your parents to head home. My patience is almost gone. I’m going to bend you over and plow into you, slut.”

He made my cock jerk, and I shivered. I wasn’t sure what he would actually do once it was time, but no matter what happened I knew I’d love it. He had some kind of sixth sense when it came to what turned me on. He also had a sixth sense when it came to my mother walking in on us.

“We’ve got about five minutes before she gets back here, more if your dad went to hide and make some work phone calls like I think he did. I have a surprise for you, slut. You’d better go lock the door before she comes in.” Releasing me, he took a step away, patting my ass.

Heat flushed through me and I forced myself to walk over and flip the bolt. He moved over to sit on one of the beds, a small bag in his hand. It looked like something my mother would put my toothbrush and stuff in for a road trip. He crooked his finger at me, a rough, firm expression on his face.

When he got in that mood it made every nerve in my body sit up and start begging. I didn’t know what he would do, but I knew it would be mind-blowing. And dirty. “Come here, slut. I’m not going to wait for you to drag your feet. If she comes back before I’m done with you, I’ll make her wait outside the door. You don’t want that, do you?”

His taunting made my heart race. It was the last thing I wanted, but shame and embarrassment coursed through me, making me even harder. I shook my head, but it wasn’t believable because a wicked sneer broke out on his face.

Before he could say anything else, I was in front of him. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Hands resting by my side, I tried not to fidget, but I couldn’t do it. I was too wound up. Too excited. Too needy.

He palmed the front of my jeans, squeezing my cock. His constant quiet teasing had me excited most of the day. In seconds, he had me fully hard and leaking into my briefs. His eyes lit up. Moving his hands, he had my pants open and underwear pulled down.

“Look at you. Already hard and ready for me to take you.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. I was afraid to say anything, or I might start begging. He pushed my jeans down just enough to bare my ass as well. “Play with your little dick, slut. I want it even harder.”

My hands moved before I could even think. One hand playing with my cock, the other tugged at my balls while he watched. He leaned back against the wall and let me put on an awkward show for him. He moved the small bag back and forth between his hands, a possessive look in his eyes.

“Faster. You don’t want anyone to knock, or do you? Do you want everyone to know what we’re doing in here? Dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He growled out the words and I whimpered.

“I’m your dirty little slut.”

“Yes, you are. And I’m going to make sure you remember it today.” He sat up, opening the zipper on the bag.

He pulled out several things, and I didn’t even have to guess what he was going to do. I knew. I whimpered again. It sounded desperate and needy, and he loved it. “You know what I’m going to do. Hands at your side.”

Nodding slowly, I watched as he brought the cock ring up to my dick. It was so small it made me even more embarrassed. My hard-on jerked in his hot, strong hand. He looked at me and sneered. “I had to special-order one small enough for you, slut.”

I was so turned on I couldn’t breathe. Watching as he fit the tiny restraint around the base of it, I almost shot off right then. But he had the snug ring on me before my body could orgasm. It had my balls aching and made me start to shake. “Please.”

I hadn’t meant to beg, but I couldn’t seem to stop. Kyle shook his head and gave the tip of my cock a careful pinch that had me thrusting into his hand. “You’ve got a long wait to come, slut. We’ve got orientation shit in about an hour. You’re going to stay hard and know who you belong to.”

“You.” I knew who I belonged to. Nothing about college would change that.

He nodded, a little more relaxed. “Now turn around and bend over. We’re not done.”

A clumsy shuffle had me bent over, ass on display for him. I knew what was coming next; I just wasn’t sure if it would hurt. Not that pain would be a deterrent. I had a suspicion that the sensation would only make me more aroused. The first touch of a lubed finger had me jumping, and he laughed, giving my ass a condescending pat.

“You know how to take this, slut.”

I blushed, but he was right. We’d spent countless stolen minutes with his finger inside me, teasing my prostate, and making me fuck myself on his thick digits. One slid in easily and he started to quickly fuck me. “You don’t need me to go slow, do you? You like having my fingers stuck up your needy ass.”

My cock ached and my balls were drawn up tight, but I knew I couldn’t come. It was delicious.

When he shoved a second finger inside of me I wanted to plead, but my mouth wouldn’t work. He pushed them deep, running them over my prostate, making my whole body sing.

“That’s right, slut. It’s going to feel so good when I’m pounding you.” A hand reached through my legs to tug on my cock. “And if you’re good today, I might even let you come tonight when I’m fucking you.”

It was the perfect threat.

“Please.”

Another pinch to the head of my dick made me gasp. “Reach back and open your ass.”

My hands were shaking, and I knew without the cock ring I would have exploded right then. Holding myself wide for him felt dirty…like I was the ultimate slut for him. When his fingers pulled out, a needy whimper escaped again, making him chuckle. “I knew you’d like this.”

The rigid plug was slim—probably slimmer than two of his fingers. It went in easily and I could feel my body close tightly around the base. I’d expected it to hurt, but it just made me feel full. A firm swat to my ass and a command to straighten up had me rising. It felt even weirder but still not bad.

“That’s the smallest one, slut. We’re going to change it out every hour or so until you’re wearing the big one. Then you’ll be ready for me tonight.” Fascination and pure sex radiated from his words. “Pull your pants up. She’s going to be back any second.”

He stood up and walked over to the door. She would walk in soon and we had hours of unpacking and stupid freshman stuff until we could escape, but all I could think about were the amazing sensations from the toys and what would happen later. The wait would kill me.

* * *

“Please, Sir. Please.” I was dying.

The first hour hadn’t been bad. We’d finished unpacking and even seen my parents off. With a bigger plug, the second and third were a little harder. Walking around the campus going to different meetings and tours had made the toy rub against my prostate if I clenched too hard.

So of course, I had to play with it.

Kyle gave me countless looks that silently told me I was supposed to behave. He’d feel my ass up when no one was looking or would pat my cock, teasing at the ring just to make me crazy. When it was time to change out to a bigger plug again, he couldn’t find any place private enough, so he’d made me go into the bathroom and change it myself. As other people had walked in and out of the small, tiled room, I’d hidden myself in a stall and had to stretch myself and slide in the final plug.

The idea that people might know combined with how turned on I was had me leaking so much precum, I was afraid I’d get a wet spot on my jeans. My only focus had been getting back to the room. I wasn’t sure what the last couple of meetings were about at all. I just hoped nothing had been terribly important.

Kyle pulled me roughly to his chest, grinding his huge, hard dick against me. “Is my little slut horny?”

“Please. I…I…” I rubbed my cock on his leg.

“Are you allowed to hump me?” Kyle growled out the words, reaching down to squeeze my ass.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t…I…” I was shaking so bad I was afraid I’d fall. Now that we were back in our room, I was falling apart. The only thing that had kept me going was the promise of privacy and his cock sliding into me. Functioning was beyond me.

“I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.” Kyle pulled me roughly, grinding his body against mine. “Take off your clothes, slut.”

Kyle stepped back, leaving me standing at the door, shaking and needy. He stared—devouring me with his eyes as I clumsily stripped myself of everything I was wearing. Clothes piled up on the floor while he watched. When I was naked, except for the cock ring and plug, I let my hands rest at my sides and did my best to stand still. I wanted to jump him, to beg him to touch me, to let me touch him, to take me.

He reached out and grabbed my cock, using it as a handle, and he pulled me toward him. It was incredible. Dirty, wicked fantasies flashed through my mind, and I moaned. His voice was deep and quiet as he called me his dirty little slut, but it sounded almost romantic. Tender.

“Who does this little dick belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

“Who does this fuckable ass belong to?” His hold on me was desperate.

He’d had so many changes over the summer, and I couldn’t blame him for being possessive. I knew it would be a long time before the damage that his parents had done faded. He made it sound like he didn’t care, but I knew better. He was doing his best not to, but it had to hurt. The only thing I could do was show him I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.” I whispered the words. “I belong to you.”

His grip didn’t ease, but he shifted his hand and it changed to something sexy and teasing. Fingers caressed my oversensitive skin and a ragged moan flowed out of me. He looked like it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“I’m going to see how well you’re stretched, slut.” He led me by my dick across the room. It was only a short walk, but it was insane. I knew how he felt about me, but in that moment it was like I was just reduced to being his toy. Something to be used and led around.

A needy, low sound escaped me, and I knew he would understand how much I liked it.

The final tug as he released me and looked down at the bed had me gasping. It felt incredible. The way the pain and pleasure melded together to roll through me always made it difficult to breathe. I wanted to sink into it and never let it go.

“Get up there, slut. On all fours so I can see the plug.” The rough words would have been cold if it weren’t for his fiery expression.

I crawled up and knelt on hands and knees. He gave my ass a hard swat. “Arch.”

No please, no sweet talk. It was just like I’d imagined.

Lifting my hips, I bowed my back low and offered myself up to him. The craziest feelings crashed through me. Filthy things that shouldn’t have felt good—and sweeter, more loving emotions were at war inside of me. I loved them both, but the humiliation won. It was too wonderful not to.

As he slid the plug out of me, my head dropped to the bed and I started to shake. They’d only been in for a few hours but I hated the empty feeling that I was left with. The flick of the lube top was loud in the silence and the air was stuck in my lungs while I waited for his touch.

Two fingers speared me and quickly a third was added. I didn’t need slow. I was stretched, and we’d been waiting for this moment since things had changed between us. Even before I understood what I really needed, I’d been craving it.

I knew he was mine, and I knew he wanted me. He’d been clear about that from the first time he’d pressed me against the wall and told me I was his slut. But this made it all seem real. Final. Like it was cementing everything we were together.

I was panting and shaking, face pressed tight against the soft comforter when I heard the crinkle of the wrapper. I wanted to turn around and watch, but not being able to see was so hot I wasn’t sure what would be better.

He thankfully took the choice away from me as he pressed his hand against my back. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole and I pushed toward him, trying to get him inside of me. A hand came down to swat my ass, and the sting flooded through me, mixing with the already desperate arousal.

“I think we’re going to have to start spanking you more. You’re having a hard time remembering the rules for dirty sluts.” His voice held the promise of wicked ideas that I couldn’t wait to hear.

I couldn’t even beg for more. It was like the words were stuck in my head and all I could do was babble and moan. Sounds tumbled out as he teased the entrance to my body again, making me wait. When he finally slammed into me, a scream tore out of my throat.

He thrust in, bottoming out in one long, hard push. I could feel him all the way through me. The sting of his possession as he stretched me couldn’t compare to the sensation of his cock rubbing against my prostate. Shaking and begging, I hung on to the bed as he rode me hard.

Thrust after thrust had me drowning in pleasure. He’d made me fly so many times, but nothing had ever been as incredible as that moment. All I was focused on was the dark bedding, but soon even that started to fade out. Everything began to gray, and the trembling got smaller and smaller until it felt like my whole body was vibrating with energy.

One moment everything was fading into the pleasure and the next, my cock was free and I was flying. “Come!”

He barked out the order, and it was like my body wasn’t mine any longer. He owned me or at least my need, because I kept coming as he came. Even when my legs wouldn’t hold me up, my orgasm didn’t fade until he was getting softer and pulling out of me.

Kyle fumbled with the condom but was back, wrapping himself around me, before I could even lift my head up to look for him. His still-clothed body felt wonderful as he pushed against me. Everything was fuzzy, and it was almost like I wasn’t there.

“My beautiful boy. My perfect incredible little slut. Do you know…?” He paused, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as I closed my eyes.

“I love you.” I sighed the words, no longer feeling the need to keep them hidden.

He knew everything else about me. There didn’t seem to be a reason to hide something like that from him, not anymore. He pulled me even tighter and wrapped one leg over mine to cradle me against his body. “I love you too.”

Master, boyfriend, Dom, there were so many things that I could call him. Nothing fit quite right but mine. We didn’t need a label, but sometimes it would have made me feel a little less…odd if we’d had one. To me, a name meant there were others like you. Others who could understand.

I had Kyle though. And that was enough.

We fit together in a way I’d never expected. He’d been a fantasy for so long that even while I was held in his arms and could still feel the memory of his body in mine, I wanted to pinch myself. Knowing that from then on I was going to wake up beside him every morning was more than I’d ever dreamed possible.

I’d found the one person who could look deep inside of me at every crazy, dirty fantasy and still want me. Still love me. The one guy who saw beyond the quiet, nervous loner and made him feel special.

Made me feel special.

Everything about our first day had been perfect. Dirty, naughty, sexy, loving…perfect. Just like the two of us were together.