Chapter 45

A few more minutes passed—nothing. Every time Stacy blinked his eyes, it grew harder and harder to open them again. His heartbeat quieted, his breathing slowed. He was tempted to check the time but his head felt too heavy to move. The alarm would go off soon enough…

Suddenly the bed shook as Lamar climbed onto him. Stacy felt thin arms hemming him in, bony knees forcing his apart, and something cold and hard and wet bumped against the cleft of his buttocks. “Lamar,” he sighed. He tried to roll over and couldn’t, tried to turn and couldn’t. “I said—”

“Shh.” Lamar pressed into him and Stacy clenched the pillow in his fists, no.But his friend slid inside easily and Stacy rose to meet him, hating the way his body betrayed him. I said no, didn’t I?With each thrust, the word echoed through him, no. Still his hips reared off the bed, against Lamar, and his friend’s hand snaked into his boxers, finding Stacy’s erection. Another traitor, his dick, the damn thing had a mind all its own.