Chapter 2

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THIS PLACE IS QUITE FLAT

Apparently, birds like to sing a lot, especially in the morning. When the sun streams through my apartment blinds at 5 a.m., Sweetie wakes me up with some flapping and serenading. It’s not anything a pillow over my head can’t fix.

When I fall back to sleep, I wake up in a panic because I missed my first class and it’s almost time for my second. Shit, I have a quiz there today, too. By the time I show up to the lecture and get a glance at the bulletin board with our grades posted, I’m stupidly shocked with disappointment that I got a zero. But there it sits. All fat and round.

Next to the score sheet is a rush poster for Delta. They aren’t allowed to advertise on campus, but someone sneaked one up there in the corner. Xavier hates Delta. He tried to recruit wealthy guys from them for Theta last year. And he always gets what he wants.

I’m going to rush with Delta.

“Hey, Mason.” Kinsley Whittemore strolls a finger down a different class list and smiles when she reaches her one hundred percent. “How’s it going?”

Kinsley’s hot. Not as stunning as Marissa and definitely not as scorching as Elle Joseph, but she’d probably smack you around a bit while on top. “Hey, there. It’s going good! How’re you doing? Wanna get a drink?”

Her brow furrows for a second as she takes me in. “Mason, you know I’m still with George, right?”

Clearing my throat, I shove my hands in my pockets. “Um, yeah. He’s in grad school somewhere, right? Not here, though, right?”

Her long, brown ponytail shivers as she shakes her head. Rolling her eyes, she spins around, then leaves without saying a goodbye. What a snob.

A buzz rattling in my khakis pocket makes me groan. I’m late, I know, and that’s a reminder call to show up. I can’t even lift my head as I trudge toward the parking lot and flop into my BMW. All my energy is focused on preparing for another monthly family lunch. I take the scenic route along the way, listening to some country music that Xavier hates. Dad always liked it.

Arriving at the club, I have to give the hostess my name for the hundredth time. Despite her letting me put in the tip of my dick inside her once, she still doesn’t remember me. She recognizes Levi every time, though. Whore.

Xavier’s already sitting at a table with my uncle and mom. My mom is Mal’s older sister. Which means I was apparently blessed with having Xavier as a cousin. Gritting my teeth, I see the meals already on the table for everyone else. Guess they didn’t order for me. Easing onto a wooden seat, my family holds their forks mid-air to stare at me like I just farted on their food.

“What?” I ask.

“Mason… you’re almost an hour late,” Mom says.

Snagging my phone from my pocket, I scan the time like I didn’t know.

“Oh, I thought it was at one.”

Xavier snickers. “It’s always been noon. That’s never changed.”

“Professor Lehrer says you’re doing very well, Xavier. Proud of you.” Mal continues with whatever praise they were giving the golden child before I arrived. Fortunately, it takes some heat off me.

“I’d like to see Mason apply himself that way next year. Right, sweetie? For your MBA?” My mom finishes off her salad, and Mal glances at me with something like sympathy behind his eyes. Xavier downs his beer.

“I bought a bird, a canary, and named her Sweetie.”

While still holding his glass to his lips, Xavier makes a soundless chuckle. Mal wipes his mouth with the cloth napkin and glances at my mom. “Th-that’s great, Mason. I didn’t know you liked birds.”

“What will you do with a bird? You can’t even take care of yourself!” Below her breath, my mom murmurs, “Malcolm, tell him.” Ever since my father left her for Whitney Ward, she’s been obsessed with me taking care of her. Or forcing Mal to become my substitute father. She’s desperate to ensure Catarina Cardell (previously Locke) has enough in her bank account to maintain her lifestyle. And her enhancer treatments.

Was it weird that Whitney fucked me first? I mean… with Carter Kline there, but still. And then I got to fuck her with Adam Joseph, Levi’s older brother. Okay, yes. But I drew the line at my dad. There was no way I wanted to watch him fuck her.

Not really.

Over the summer, the two fled Northview under scandal and outrage. Dad called me last week saying they have a house in Cliff Harbor now, some ritzy sea town a few hours away. And I think he’s going to try to marry her. I still haven’t told Mom about it.

“If Mason wants a bird, Cat, he can have one. What are you thinking of pursuing with your MBA, Mason? Are you interested in marketing?”

My uncle is a kind soul. I know this because he had to grow up with my mother as his older sister and he didn’t kill her. I know she loves me and wants the best for me because of how much she nags me. But the worst pain in my life is knowing I’ll never live up to her expectations. I’ll never be good enough for her.

Except maybe if I were a Delta.

“Yeah, marketing.” Really, I have no clue. Not even sure I want to do business, but working for Mal and then Xavier will be easy money for my mom.

“Still think you need to do accounting,” Xavier mutters before brushing crumbs off his sweater, then standing. “Cattie, I love you.” Crossing to the other side of the table, he kisses my mom on her cheek. She beams at him as he pats his dad on the shoulder. “Dad, see you. Gotta get home to my wife.”

My uncle grabs his hand before he leaves. “Tell her to join us next time, Xav. Millie couldn’t come today due to her event, but she’ll be here next time.”

Mom looks down at her plate and I can tell she’s feeling the loneliness of not having my dad around. It wasn’t so much him as much as what he stood for, and I don’t think she ever understood that. “Of course, Mason. Bring, uh, whoever you want, too.” Mal nods at me once, then tosses a few hundred on the table. “Seriously. Whoever you want.” Giving me a serious look like I’m about to take a test I don’t know the answers to, he smiles briefly, then leaves.

My mom’s green eyes glance at the money on the table furtively. In her mind, I’m sure she feels destitute, raking my father over for only a hundred grand a month.

She still won’t sign the divorce papers.

“Isn’t it about time you settled down like Xavier? Why don’t you bring your girlfriend next time? You said her name was…”

“Caitlyn Watson. You said you know her mother from Junior League.”

“Oh, yes. Watson. Well, bring her with you and make me some grandbabies by next year.” Kissing me on the top of the head, she departs, leaving behind a flurry of lemony perfume.

Huh, Caitlyn did say I could knock her up soon when we were with Xavier… Maybe we should get started.

My dick thickens in my pants as I stand up from the table, sans lunch. Distracting me from sex thoughts, my belly rumbles. The waitress ignores me when I ask about getting late service and the bartender slides a drink to his customer, turning his back to me as I approach. When I finally snag his attention, he tells me the kitchen’s already closed until dinner time.

At the bar, a guy’s shoulders shake with a laugh and my eyes narrow at him. But wait. That’s Daric Wentworth, Delta’s president.

“Hey, Daric!” Slapping him on the back, he sits up, surprised, and narrows his brown eyes at me.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me! Mason Locke!” Like he needs a reminder, I point at my chest and smile broadly for him. He scans me briefly, then sips his beer.

“From…”

Please don’t make me say it. “Xavier’s cousin.”

“Oh, fuck! Yeah, Xavier’s cousin. Sure. I remember you. What’s up, man? Miss lunch?”

Scooting a stool out, I sit next to him. “Yeah. Hey! I was thinking about rushing with you guys.”

As if I just told him the earth is flat, his entire body leans away from me as his jaw goes slack. “W-with Delta?”

“Yeah! Saw the advertisement!”

“Uh… Xavier would probably want you in Theta, right? Y-you didn’t ever pledge Theta?”

“No.” Wouldn’t he want Xavier’s cousin in Delta?

“Sure, man.” Downing his beer, he stands and nods at the hostess. “Uh, rush and we’ll see you around.”

“Okay!”

Yes! I already have an invite… This may be easier than I thought. Dreams of Xavier’s jealous eyes and my mother’s proud, smiling cheeks fill my brain. I could put this on my resume.

It’s Sweetie’s dinnertime, but I stop off at Caitlyn’s first. When I arrive, she throws open the door like she’s been expecting me. “Oh. Hi, Mason.” I lean in, puckering my lips to kiss her cheek, but she turns on a heel and leaves the door open for me.

Closing her front door, I rub my stomach. “I’m fucking starving. Do you have anything to eat? I don’t have anything at my place.”

Her red hair dances as she spins to face me, then taps her long painted nail against her chin. “I’m hungry, too. How about you make us something. Like mac and cheese. With little hot dogs.”

“Okay. You got the stuff?”

“Yep. But… I want to watch you do it naked.” My belly dips at the way she says it. Her attraction to me makes heat spread over my skin. Moving to a kitchen drawer, she pulls out a frilly pink apron. It looks like something a maid would wear. “Except for this.”

“Uh…”

“Mason, are you going to disobey me?” As her green eyes darken under the heavy lids, her empty hand goes to her hip, the other thrusting the fabric forward at me.

“Did you fuck that guy?” I don’t know what comes over me, but the question slips out with immediate regret.

She calls herself my girlfriend in front of people. Well… in front of Xavier. Or Marissa. Yeah, that’s probably it. But girlfriends don’t sleep with other people, right? I mean, it’s only been twice that I could fuck her pussy with a condom, but she lets me do other stuff to her. And once she even let me spend the night.

As if I’ve asked a completely bizarre question, she tilts her head and softens her cheeks. “Which guy?”

Wait a minute… Which guy? Like there’s more? “That one from the coffee shop.”

A tiny giggle escapes her mouth. “Oh. I knew you’d be jealous.” Walking up to me, she crawls her fingers over my chest. “Did it work? I mean, I want to fuck him. I’m sure he’d satisfy me more than you. His cock is probably gigantic.”

Tingles erupt down my spine when her little lips press kisses on my neck. As she makes her way to my lips, her curves spill onto my chest and my hips to jut forward recklessly. “Yeah… He was big.”

“You want to watch him fuck me, little boy?” The picture of that huge dude drilling into her, gripping her hair and pulling her head back until she screams instantly makes me rock hard.

“Pfft, yeah. I do.” I’m panting out breaths. God, if she forces me to witness them together, I’ll come instantly.

“Maybe let you lick me up after…”

A groan escapes from my mouth. It sounds so fucking gross… and I want to do it. “Yeah.”

“What was that?”

“Yes, please, mistress.”

It hurts when she punches the apron into my stomach and snaps at me. “So put this on. And start cooking. I have one more thing for you.” Spinning, she disappears to the back hall, and I strip, not even worried about the frilly pink thing circling my front anymore. My horny brain is too far gone. The fabric tents with my erection, but I focus on finding the ingredients and getting to work.

When she comes back to the kitchen, she snakes her arms around my waist while I make the cheese sauce. One hand slips to my ass before she parts my cheeks, and something cold and wet presses on my hole.

“What the—” Clenching up tight, I lurch forward, but she doesn’t stop.

“Shh, shh. Relax, or it’ll hurt more. I want you to wear this while you cook and clean for me, little boy.”

“That’s, that’s not your fingers.” She’s only ever stuck three in. This feels bigger, and because she’s pushing so hard, I bend over the counter to make it less painful.

“Quit bitching. God, it’s just a trainer. Like, three fingers’ width. You’ll never be able to take it when I peg you at this rate.” Edging it in, I grunt and puff out air, trying to focus on relaxing my asshole. Can one do that? Finally, it’s seated fully inside, and it feels…

Like it’s massaging on a spot that makes my dick leak with urgency. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, told you, you’d like it.”

“Shit, Caitlyn. It’s, like, gonna make me come.”

With a hard slap, she spanks my bare ass cheek, and I yelp. “Do not touch yourself. You haven’t finished my dinner or cleaned my kitchen, Mason.”

I hurry to do both, serving up the food in her favorite bowl and sitting at the table, the plug sliding farther up my ass. Lifting up, I moan. “Oh, god.”

“Don’t you dare come.”

“I can’t-I can’t eat…”

“Fine, go hungry.” Taking her time, she slowly swallows each bite as I watch, hoping she’ll finish soon so I can fuck her.

“Ho-how is it?” I’m barely hanging on; all I want to do is touch my dick. Instead, I grip the bottom of the chair, but the plug dips deeper. The crown of my cock seeps with pre-cum.

“It’s fair.” Even after she finishes, she sits back and checks her phone, wiping her mouth while I wait like a begging puppy. She stabs a little hot dog with her fork and holds it up for me. “Look, it’s like your little weenie, but I think it’s a little bigger.” Then she smiles broadly, flashing her teeth as she bites it in half.

Kicking a leg up on the table, she shoves her foot in my face. “Suck my feet and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

My stomach cramps with hunger, but all I can think about is my painful hard-on, so I eat her painted toes one by one like it’s my last meal, then edge my kisses up to her ankles. Yanking back from me, she stands. “Fine, get in the bedroom. You can stroke three times, but not until after you get me off.”

With every step as I scurry to the back room, my dick wags between my legs. When I kneel at the foot of her bed, I grip the comforter to keep myself from jerking off. She saunters in and undresses casually, like she’s bored out of her mind. Finally, she drops onto the mattress and scoots to the end, flopping her thighs open. I eat. And eat. Sticking my fingers in and licking and sucking, thinking please, pleasecome already. Instead, a heavy sigh escapes her mouth.

“You know what I think I need… A big Briggs here to fill me with his cock. I want him to come inside me and for you to suck my clit as he does.” She lifts her head to stare me down as my eyes travel up her skinny waist to her full breasts, then her tight expression. “Then, when he’s done, you can lick all his come out of me. Eat his cream pie. Would you like that, bitch boy?”

Deep from within me, some need to do this entire scene surges through my body, until cum rips through my dick. Fuck, I can’t stop it. Instead, I moan my yes into her cunt, and she laughs, then squeezes my head with her legs and comes just as I do… without even touching myself.

The hard plug in my ass intensifies the pleasure more than I could have imagined, and a high-pitched squeal rips from my chest as I spray jizz all over her bed. It doesn’t stop, either. Like a fucking geyser, ropes spew out until my thighs are sticky and soaked.

Caitlyn watches with a gleam in her eye. Leaning forward, she gives me a small kiss as I huff some air on her face, trying to breathe. “Good boy. Just think of how much better it’s going to be with a dick in your ass.”

A what?