Full Contact: A College Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  He was so present in my thoughts that I even imagined him walking down the subway cars toward me. Two cars up, moving through the divider from one car to another. Same jeans and tight-fitting shirt, his raven-black hair fluttering as he passed underneath the air conditioner vents along the walkway.

  I blinked.

  No way.

  Braden passed through the divider into my car, and his entire demeanor perked up.

  “You have got to be kidding me,” I said as he rushed toward me. “I thought you lived on the upper east side?”

  “I do,” he said, relieved. “I didn’t think I’d made it in time. But here you are.”

  The woman behind me cleared her throat. “Is this the gay guy?”

  Braden’s mouth hung open. “Uh, what?”

  “Wait,” I said. “You followed me? How the hell did you know where I was going?”

  Braden sat in the empty seat next to me and leaned back. “Your profile said you lived in Queens. That’s like an $80 Uber ride, and the 72nd Street station was close to the bar. I made a guess that you would transfer to the F-train at Lexington. When I searched most of the cars and didn’t see you I was certain you’d taken F-train all the way to Penn Station and jumped on the Long Island Rail.”

  I gave him a wary stare. “The LIRR is overpriced. What do you want?”

  “He looks like he wants to apologize,” the woman behind us said. I twisted and gave her a pointed look. When she made no effort to move, I took Braden’s hand and led him to the other side of the car where we could be alone.

  “Don’t want anyone overhearing what we say?” Braden asked me.

  “I’ve had enough weird conversations tonight. I could do without the peanut gallery. Why did you follow me?”

  Braden shrugged one shoulder and smiled awkwardly. “I wanted to apologize?”

  God, he was gorgeous. It wasn’t fair for a man to be this beautiful. It made me want to forgive him and then buy him another pitcher of beer as if I was the one at fault here.

  “Apology accepted,” I said curtly. I pointed at the exterior of the train, which was slowing down to the point that we could see the signage. “You’ll want to get off at Queensbridge if you’re headed back into the city.”

  “I’ve got time to kill,” he grinned. “My date canceled on me.” He jabbed me in the arm with his finger and added, “Plus, I didn’t actually apologize yet.”

  “I got the general vibe of it.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said. He was staring intently at me now, like a beautiful oil panting on the wall next to my face. “I should have been honest with you the moment you sat down at the table. I was… embarrassed, I guess?”

  “Gee,” I said flatly. “I don’t know why you’d be embarrassed about wanting to share a girl among your three buddies, like some desperate fraternity slut.”

  It was a harsh thing to say, and I knew it immediately. He winced and stared at his feet like the boy who’d been scolded.

  “I didn’t mean it to sound so bad,” I said. “I’m just…”

  “I get it,” he replied. “You’re upset. I would be too if I was misled by a deceptive Tinder profile.”

  “That’s… Not what I’m upset about,” I said. I felt like he deserved a little bit of honesty after I’d bitten his head off. “I’m upset because I thought you liked me. And now I’ve found out you’re gay.”

  He blinked. “I’m not gay.”

  “Right, right.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re pretending to be straight. So your parents don’t—”

  His beautiful face leaned in and kissed me.

  I was too shocked to respond at first, but then my lips melted into his. They were warm and soft and sweet, and his feathery hair brushed against my face as he pressed himself into my mouth. I kissed him back, passion and desire growing with every hot second, and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue as I surrendered to the urges that had caused me to leave the bar in the first place.

  The screech of brakes indicated we were pulling into a station, but the only thing in the world that mattered was Braden’s body leaning into mine. He was everything I wanted, everything I’d ever wanted.

  As soon as the train came to a stop, Braden pulled away and held my gaze. There was a question in his eyes. He was asking if I could handle where the night would take us.

  Asking if I trusted him.

  I nodded without thinking. I would follow him anywhere.

  The woman on the other end of the car watched us leave the train, and shouted, “I don’t think he’s gay!”

  Braden took my hand and led me through the station. Up the stairs, then down a long, poorly-lit hallway that connected one platform to another. The sound of trains on tracks rumbled above and below us, sandwiching us in this subterranean place.

  I held his hand tightly. I practically trembled with anticipation for what was going to happen next. We reached a door marked Metropolitan Transit Authority Only, but Braden pushed through like it was a welcome sign rather than the opposite.

  We found ourselves in a dark room with humming machinery. An electronics switchboard room for the station. Braden closed the door behind us and flicked the deadbolt.

  “Is anyone going to—” I began.

  He cut me off with another kiss, one that was so desperate and hungry it forced me backwards. I surrendered to his tongue in my mouth, undulating against my own as my back hit a terminal desk and stopped me short.

  “You don’t have to prove anything,” I whispered.

  His blue eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, reflecting only the light of the electronics displays. “The only thing I have to prove is how much I want you right now.”

  His fingers went to my waist and tenderly pulled down the yoga pants I wore at rehearsals. The cool air conditioning hit my skin and sex as he pulled my panties down next, allowing me to step out of them. I waited for Braden to remove his shirt, to let me feast upon his body the way he was feasting upon mine just then, but instead he grabbed my waist with both hands and twisted.

  I yelped as he bent me over the electronics terminal. He went to his knees behind me and began eating me out, his entire mouth burying itself in my pussy from behind. I moaned loudly—louder than I wanted, but I couldn’t control myself—as his insanely long tongue penetrated my pussy. It wiggled and swirled like an especially dexterous cock inside me, hitting every nerve in my pussy while he kept one hand on my lower back, forcing me to stay bent at the waist.

  “How’s that feel?” he asked, breath hot on my ass cheeks.

  “Amazing,” I whispered.

  Now his tongue didn’t tease; it pushed deep inside my pussy, rigid and hard. Once inside he moved it down, then up, an eager wedge to taste every inch of me. I pushed back against his face involuntarily, begging him to keep tongue-fucking me in the deep recesses of the subway.

  I moaned and moaned as he ate me out, his hawk-like nose pressing against my asshole with each thrust. The visual of his beautiful face pressed hard against my crotch was enough to make me come then and there, and soon my throat was dry and hoarse.

  And then, right when I was on the edge of eruptive climax, Braden pulled away. I pushed my hips out for him invitingly, ready to accept his cock from behind, but he gripped my waist and spun me back around.

  “I want to stare into your eyes,” he said, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his wonderful tongue.

  He picked me up effortlessly and put me back down on the desk. His pants were around his ankles in an instant, and I caught a glimpse of his beautiful cock, rigid and ready. He rubbed my pussy and then used the juices to coat the head of his manhood, then gently positioned it at my waiting entrance.

  But I wasn’t in the mood to wait. I wanted him now.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, accepting his cock deep into my pussy in one long, endless thrust. We moaned together in the belly of the subway station, joined by our most sensitive flesh. He filled me completely, the way I’d never been
filled before. As if I had been hollow all this time up until this moment.

  Braden gazed down at me with hooded eyes. He was beautiful in that moment, as he was always beautiful, his hard jawline clenching with intensity as he savored how I felt from the inside.

  “I can’t move,” he whispered with a silly grin. “If I do, I’m gonna come right away.”

  I grabbed a handful of his chestnut hair. “Then stay inside of me for a while.”

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  Cassie Cole is a Reverse Harem Romance writer living in Norfolk, Virginia. A sappy lover at heart, she thinks romance is best with a kick-butt plot!

  Books by Cassie Cole

  Broken In

  Drilled

  Five Alarm Christmas

  All In

  Triple Team

  Shared by her Bodyguards

  Saved by the SEALs

  Forbidden Crush

  Full Contact