THIS TIME ONLY... - PART 1
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This is the uncensored version of the novel with explicit sexual scenes throughout the entire novel. The published version of "This time only" has been adapted for a more mature audience with a rating of 17 and older.Therefore there are some scenes in this version as an "ADDED BONUS CONTENT" that you guys get to enjoy, absolutely free.
Please enjoy. Chapter 1
"Fuck yes!"
His breathless moans echo loudly through the rather quiet hallways as our tongues wrestle with each other.
We burst through the door of the apartment, barely able to keep our hands off of each other. I kick the door shut with my one foot as I try to maintain my balance with my other, my hands otherwise preoccupied.
A lustful groan escapes his mouth as I pin him against the wall, pressing my hardness against him. I trace kisses down his jawline and to his neck. His skin smells of faint peppermint bodywash and lust.
He fiddles with the top buttons of my shirt. I try to kick off my shoes. Our loud breathing and sloppy kissing can probably be heard throughout the entire apartment.
He pulls away to catch his breath as I peel my shirt off. I stand back to give him a better view.
"Holy fuck..." he breathes, licking his lips in anticipation.
"You like?" I ask with an obvious cocky grin.
He nods his head without looking away. He pulls his own shirt over his head and flings it across the room. I pull his face towards me and devour his mouth once more. I want to taste him. All of him.
I pull his head closer to mine. Our tongues wrestle aggressively as we make our way further into the apartment. He stumbles backwards and awkwardly lands on the couch. I catch a quick breath as I look at him, trying to find a comfortable position. He lifts his hips slightly and, without breaking eye contact, pulls his jeans off exposing a hard bulge in the front of his briefs.
Now I am licking my lips.
I lower myself over his semi-naked body and kiss him again. Slowly at first but this time there is an intense hunger in the way he kisses me back. I bite his lower lip hard, pulling it with my teeth. He moans loudly in my mouth.
I trail gentle kisses all the way down his neck and to his collar bone. His head falls backwards to give me better access. His heavy breathing turns into grunts of lust. He thrusts his erection against mine as I plant more wet kisses down to his torso. I grab the bulge through his briefs and massage it slowly as my tongue assaults his soft skin. I feel a wet spot forming on the pouch of his underwear.
Perfect. He is wet for me.
I take his left nipple in my mouth, biting down hard with my teeth before sucking on it. His body squirms underneath mine.
"Fuck..." he breathes loudly as I slide my hand inside his underwear, taking hold of his erection.
I stroke it slowly as I continue to plant soft kisses down his chest all the way to his treasure trail.
He probes himself up on his elbow, looking at me and panting. I look at him, all the while stroking his hard dick that made its way out of his briefs.
My eyes jump between his eyes and his leaking dick throbbing in my hand.
"Please..." he begs.
I grin and lick my lips again. I lean forward, slowly opening my mouth...
"Tyler!"
The loud banging on my bedroom door makes me jump. I open my eyes and squint as the bright light hits me. The room seems to be spinning. I close my eyes as quickly as I opened them.
"Shit!" I breathe through my teeth. I try to open my eyes again. This time, it seems to be slightly easier.
I try to focus my gaze on the big tent in the front of my underwear. There is a very visible wet spot.
"Tyler Baxter, we are going to be late!" Elizabeth's voice rings in my ears.
"I'm up!" I shout back. I wipe my eyes and fall back onto my pillow.
My ears focus on the alarming silence outside of my bedroom door. Perhaps she gave up trying.
I try to muster up the courage to get out of bed. This is gonna be one of those days again.
The thought keeps running through my mind. I probe myself up and sit on the edge of my bed. My head is pounding. A sudden wave of nausea hits me. The same as every other morning. Only this one seems to be less brutal. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and exhale slowly through gritted teeth. I do this a few more times. I try to open my eyes again. The room seems to have stopped spinning. For now, anyway.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. My dark hair looks a mess and I definitely need a shave. I rub my hand over the lightly coated faint hint of what used to be a full set of abs. My arms look thinner. The once bulging veins in my forearms are slightly less visible today.
I look across the room in search of something to cover my scrawny body with.
Outside, Elizabeth is standing at the kitchen island fighting with her earing. The strong smell of her perfume fills my nostrils as I walk up to the coffee machine.
"Finally," she says as I approach her side of the kitchen island. Not sure if she is expressing her relief of seeing me or getting the earing through one of the many holes in her earlobe.
"Good morning to you too," I express in as little annoyance as I can. I pour myself a cup of coffee.
"How are you feeling today?" she asks. She takes the cup of coffee from my hands and laugh at my frustration. She kisses me on the cheek.
"I guess I can do with some coffee," I sneer back at her. I pour myself another cup.
"And a shower," she snaps back. I laugh.
"I know I promised not to be a nag about this, Ty. But it doesn't mean that I am gonna stop caring."
"I know," I say softly. I take a big gulp from my cup. A sigh of relief escapes my lips. "My head is pounding." The light hurts my eyes and I feel like vomiting every last bit of whatever contents is left in my stomach. "Other than that, I am fine." That ought to keep her off my back.
She looks at me while drinking the last of her coffee. I gulp mine down as well.
"Good," she says. "That means that that you won't have any excuses for the party tonight."
Fuck. "Liz, I told you. I don't feel like going."
"You can't keep yourself locked up in this room, Ty. You're gonna drive yourself mad." She takes my now empty cup from me and puts both in the dishwasher. "Besides, we can both do with a night out. It wasn't exactly an easy year for either one of us. Let's unwind a little, have some fun..."
"Yeah? I don't see how college parties are gonna be of much help with that."
I never could say no to Liz. We grew up together, went to school together, lost our virginities together and we've been like Siamese twins pretty much our whole life.
"Ty, come on. I need this," she begs.
That's not the real reason. We both know that.
I sigh. "Fine," I say fainting dismay.
"Ah!" she squeals and grabs me around my neck. "I love you for this," she says with a big wet sloppy kiss on my forehead. "Now about that shower?" she asks again.
"Fuck you," I laugh and playfully push her aside.
"So, listen," she says while grabbing her purse and her keys from the table next to the door. "Our new housemate is showing up today. Please try to be a little more welcoming towards him than you were with the last one."
I scoff. "I am always welcoming towards newbies."
She pauses and looks at me in shock. "The guy dropped out of college because you were snapping at him like a bear with a sore tooth."
"I did not!" I jump to defence. "He couldn't handle the pressure of first year varsity life, that's all."
"I call BS," she says. She scratches around in her purse in search of something.
"Tell me again why we need someone else invading our personal space?" I ask while fully knowing the answer she is gonna give me.
"Because," she says and takes out a dark shade of lipstick, "we need the money so that we can have this semi-private space to begin with. It's either this or crappy dorm rooms. You decide." She touches up her lipstick and pouts her lips at me. "How do I look?"
I laugh. The dark red shade of her lips really compliments the dark bush of brown curls hanging from her head.
"You look like you could definitely make your tuition back on a street corner."
"Perfect!" she says and wiggles her eyebrows at me before closing the door behind her.
After my morning shower, I hurry back to my room. My eyes scan the room for something clean among the piles of dirty unlaundered clothes lying around the room. I haven't really had much time for anything lately.
I grab my bag with my notepad, a few pens and some textbooks and hurry out the door.
The campus is rather busy. Freshmen everywhere wandering around and groups of them being shown around campus. A clear distinction can be made between the lot of them. The ones who will be joining us on the football team. Then you get your group of future scientists, wandering around in awe as the push their glasses higher up their nose to intensely study every building's architectural value. Then the real cliché behind college life. The ones who are only here to party their life away.
I hurry myself through the hoards of students to get to my first class of the day. English Lit with Professor Rodriguez. `The History of Modern Literature' sprawled in big bold letters across the board. He is busy setting up his equipment for the lesson. Students are hurling themselves through the door and filling up the auditorium.
I take my usual seat in the back of the auditorium in case I need to make a quick escape.
I take out my notepad and a few of the pens that I have in my bag. I open up to the first page and immediately continue the piece of doodling that I've worked on all of last semester. It's gonna be one of those days again, my thoughts so casually remind me. I am dreading having to live with a stranger. Having to keep some pitiful guy from asking millions of questions that is absolutely none of his concerns. Or hearing him trying to drunkenly sneak in his latest piece from the campus bar to come and fuck her in our apartment. Having strangers wandering in and out. Then of course, having to go to that stupid party tonight. Damn Elizabeth for forcing me to go and spinning me some cock and bull story about how much she needs it. I was looking forward to a peaceful night of reading or watching Netflix, trying my utmost best to ignore the unfortunate guy who was dumb enough to accept the `New Roommate wanted' ad that we posted on craigslist. Who answers those ads anyway?
"Fuck," I hear a voice in despair coming from the guy sitting two seats away from me. He pats himself down, looking around flustered in search of something on the floor.
I grab one of the extra pens I have in front of me. I offer it to him.
"Here you go man," I say, trying to make as little eye contact as possible.
A pair of blue eyes looks up at me with relief. He flashes a charming smile and reaches out to take the pen from me.
"Thanks," he says. He positions himself upright in the chair. "I'm new here," he offers up some unwanted information.
No shit.
"My name is Ethan," he says again. This time I roll my eyes as I look at him. His hand stretched out to me, waiting for mine in greeting. My eyes dart between the hand in front of me and his gaze, making my annoyance quite obvious.
So much for trying to be fucking nice, I scold at myself.
"Tyler," I say back with as little emotion as possible.
He looks at me and takes his hand away. The once wide smile on his face fades away slowly.
All throughout the lesson, I could feel the new guy throwing occasional glances at me. I pretended not to take note of it. Instead, I tried my best to concentrate on whatever Professor Rodriguez was spouting on about Leo Tolstoy. His gaze however, was searing into me.
As soon as class was over, I gave a quick glance at my new friend seated next to me. He was fidgeting with the mounts of loose papers that he had in front of him.
Damn freshman, I scoffed.
I made my quick escape before anyone else could notice me.
"Come on Ty." Elizabeth's desperate pleas makes me snicker. "Get off the couch and come help me."
Very reluctantly, I lift myself off the couch and freeze at the sight of her standing at her bedroom door, trying to zip up her dress.
"What?" she says when her eyes catch my gaze. Her hands quiet.
"Nothing," I say back. "You look amazing Liz," I add.
She is wearing an off the shoulder red party dress that frames her body perfectly. Her long dark curls hang loosely down her neck and over her shoulder.
"You like?" she asks, spinning around instantaneously.
I nod my head in approval. "You're definitely gonna make some heads turn tonight."
"Hmm, now it's your turn. Come on." She pulls me by the arm to my bedroom.
"I don't need your help to get dressed, you know." I try to object, but it falls on deaf ears.
She opens my closet and, after careful inspection of what little I have in there, pulls out a black slim turndown collar shirt and holds it out in front of her.
"Perfect," she says. A knock sounds at the front door as she hands the shirt to me.
"I will go and get that. You pair this number with that faded pair of jeans that looks so good on you and then we are good to go."
"But..." she disappears before I could express my disapproval.
After closing my closet door, I pulled on my pair of faded jeans. I carefully button up my shirt and decide to leave the top button loose.
"Damn, Ty," a voice startles me from the door. "I knew you were going to be a knockout in that shirt."
I smile at my own reflection in the mirror. The shirt does frame me pretty well. My hair is a mess though. I make a mental note to fix that before we leave.
"Lemme just fix this," Liz says. She pulls on my collar, trying to angle it perfectly. "You have to meet our new roomie," she says.
"He's here?" I ask. Of course, he was at the door.
"He is very cute and very nervous, so please be nice?"
I snort.
"There." she says with a pat on my shoulders. "You are all done." She stands back to examine me. She pulls her face as her gaze falls on my hair. I laugh.
"I know, I know," I hold up my hands in defence. "I'll go and fix it before we go."
She fakes a sigh of relief, making me laugh.
"See you out there. Hurry up?" she says before disappearing.
I look again at my reflection in the mirror. The same reflection that once turned heads whenever he walked into a room. The guy that could've had his pick of guys lining up at the door. A perfectly sculpted set of abs and decent biceps now replaced by the faint outline of what was.
"Ty!" I hear Liz calling from the living room.
With as much motivation as I can, I hurry myself out the door. My body stiffens as soon as I enter the living room. The very same pair of piercing blue eyes that I tried to avoid earlier, is standing in front of me, in my living room, next to Liz. His smile immediately widens at the sight of me standing there frozen in complete disbelief. Liz exchanges a few glances between me and the guy standing in front of her.
"Ty," Liz says as she tries to fill the awkward silence. "This is Ethan Storm, our new roommate."
"Fuck..." I mutter a little too loudly.