Alessandra Hazard

“You know what I mean. Despite your poor grades, you are not completely stupid.”

“Wow, thanks. I’m going to mark this day in the calendar. ‘Professor Rutledge said I’m not completely stupid.’ I feel so special, you know.”

Rutledge bucked his hips and Sam nearly choked, but he rode it out, feeling hot come hit the back of his throat, spurting in quick succession

He was wearing a thick, comfy-looking blue sweater and gray sweatpants. Gabriel wanted to climb on him.

So he did. Gabriel ran and jumped onto him.

Tyler mumbled something and walked away from Nick, determined to stop behaving like a clingy girlfriend and start behaving like an independent adult.

He lasted fifteen minutes.

Being an independent adult was unexpectedly hard. He was acutely aware of the distance between him and Nick at all times, as if they were bound by invisible ropes.

You had my cock in your mouth,” Ferrara said. “Seeing my ankles shouldn’t make you faint.”

The view was awe-inspiring, the setting sun coloring the clouds and the sea golden and pink.

“I find that I dislike living in a world where you do not remember me.” Something rueful and self-deprecating appeared in his telepathic presence. “Apparently, I am that selfish. I need you to need me.

Therefore, calling your… love for me unrequited is not accurate. It is very much requited.”

Eridan glared at him, his heart pounding with rage. “Screw you, Master,” he

said with relish and enjoyed the way Castien’s cold eyes narrowed a little.

“I see you are in a mood,” he said.

It’s a good thing I have you,”

Do you really have claustrophobia or is it just an excuse to grope me?”