Title: Want Me
Author: Neve Wilder
Series: Extracurricular Activities #1-6
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: May 8, 2019
Two roommates. One calculus exam. A whole lot of extracurricular activity.
Nate
Living with four other guys, it’s bound to happen.
Every guy’s been caught taking care of business at least once, right?
It shouldn’t be a big deal.
But I don’t know Eric as well as my other roommates, and things are a little awkward now.
He’s a loner. A mystery. Quietly confident. Smart.
Sexy as hell.
I’ve been happily subsisting on the typical frat guy diet of booze and sorority girls.
But the way Eric looked at me that night?
There was something there.
Something that’s got me curious.
Something that’s stirring up feelings I thought I’d left behind for good.
Something that’s making me think I’m not as straight as I thought I was.
I can’t get him off of my mind.
I don’t think I want to.
So when he offers to help me study for a midterm I’m convinced I’m going to fail, I take him up on it.
It’s innocent.
Probably. Maybe.
There’s no way I could’ve known what it’d start...
This is a super steamy standalone new adult/college mm romance with HEA that unfolds across six “episodes” following Nate and Eric. Now bundled up in one collection with a bonus episode for a seamless reading experience. 87,000 words.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, stressed, as usual.”
“Calculus? I can help.”
“Nope, philosophy this time.”
He wrinkled his nose in sympathy, then laced his fingers behind his head. I turned my focus back to the page I was reading, then realized I’d read the same sentence three times in a row. I could feel him watching me, and when I turned my head to check, I was right. His gaze trickled down from the crown of my head to my lap, slow as a drop of water down the glass of the window behind me. My cock jumped in my pants, and I shifted my legs restlessly. The thing needed a leash.
“You want some stress relief?” he offered.
No. It was on the tip of my tongue to say it, because I was frustrated by the whole situation, but fuck, the way he was sitting there so casually, his legs sprawled, his thickening cock starting to push at his fly… I inhaled deeply through my nose, and as I exhaled, found myself saying, “Like what?”
“Not sure yet,” he mused, posture straightening. He moved to the edge of his seat, scooting his chair in closer so he was right next to me, and even though I kind of knew what was coming, I still flinched when he laid his hand over the top of my thigh.
“Not right here,” I said, lowering my voice. But fuck if I didn’t widen my legs in the same breath, a taboo thrill running through me at being in public. Shit, regardless of Eric, I was starting to think I really did have a thing for being watched—or the threat of getting caught, at least.
Eric palmed my crotch, spreading his fingers over the bulge in my gym shorts. His warmth seeped through the silky mesh fabric and woke my cock right the fuck up.
I glanced around. There was no one to either side of us, and behind me was just a bank of windows that looked over the main quad below. But there were a trio of heads in the carrels across from me. I could hear them when they whispered or turned a page in their books, and I had to muffle a growl when Eric tucked his hand behind the waistband of my shorts, grazing his fingertips over my swollen head.
“No?” It was practically a purr, and it rolled over my skin like warm oil and flooded me with furiously spreading heat that tightened my balls.
He took my silence for the assent it was, and I clamped my lower lip between my teeth as he wedged his hand deeper into my shorts and wrapped it around the base of my cock, giving it a sharp, pulsing squeeze that made me suck in a breath.
“Freeballing?”
“Yeah,” I stuttered out, my dick jumping in his hand as he squeezed again.
“Good deal.” He gave me a few light, feathery strokes that had my hips surging up into the contact, and then his hand tightened like a vice around my shaft, thumb tracing my head in a tantalizing sweep as he leaned in. His whisper washed over me like pure, searing desert heat, the ownership in it shooting straight to my core and making me dizzy. “I want that nut you’re working up right now.”
“Fuck,” I hissed so loud that when I glanced up, I could see the person in the carrel across from me trying to subtly peer over the divider.
I hunched over my desktop to conceal the view of Eric’s hand as it plunged deeper, scooping up my balls and kneading them.
“That sounded like a yes to me.”
“Not here,” I whispered again and yanked his hand from my pants. Even though by then, shit, I was definitely seeing the appeal in letting him get me off right there. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet enough, and though the thrill of possibly getting caught was hot, the reality of a charge for public indecency was not. I needed some ninja skills for that, or a lot more experience, and the whole novelty of getting off with a dude who knew what the hell he was doing was still so keen-edged that I didn’t have a shot.
“Spoilsport. I was enjoying the challenge, but I guess you’re right.” Eric picked up his sucker again, stuffing the wrapper in his back pocket. “You’re a noisy fucker, so maybe a little more buffer is a good idea. Come on.”
“Yeah, stressed, as usual.”
“Calculus? I can help.”
“Nope, philosophy this time.”
He wrinkled his nose in sympathy, then laced his fingers behind his head. I turned my focus back to the page I was reading, then realized I’d read the same sentence three times in a row. I could feel him watching me, and when I turned my head to check, I was right. His gaze trickled down from the crown of my head to my lap, slow as a drop of water down the glass of the window behind me. My cock jumped in my pants, and I shifted my legs restlessly. The thing needed a leash.
“You want some stress relief?” he offered.
No. It was on the tip of my tongue to say it, because I was frustrated by the whole situation, but fuck, the way he was sitting there so casually, his legs sprawled, his thickening cock starting to push at his fly… I inhaled deeply through my nose, and as I exhaled, found myself saying, “Like what?”
“Not sure yet,” he mused, posture straightening. He moved to the edge of his seat, scooting his chair in closer so he was right next to me, and even though I kind of knew what was coming, I still flinched when he laid his hand over the top of my thigh.“Not right here,” I said, lowering my voice. But fuck if I didn’t widen my legs in the same breath, a taboo thrill running through me at being in public. Shit, regardless of Eric, I was starting to think I really did have a thing for being watched—or the threat of getting caught, at least.
Eric palmed my crotch, spreading his fingers over the bulge in my gym shorts. His warmth seeped through the silky mesh fabric and woke my cock right the fuck up.
I glanced around. There was no one to either side of us, and behind me was just a bank of windows that looked over the main quad below. But there were a trio of heads in the carrels across from me. I could hear them when they whispered or turned a page in their books, and I had to muffle a growl when Eric tucked his hand behind the waistband of my shorts, grazing his fingertips over my swollen head.
He took my silence for the assent it was, and I clamped my lower lip between my teeth as he wedged his hand deeper into my shorts and wrapped it around the base of my cock, giving it a sharp, pulsing squeeze that made me suck in a breath.
“Freeballing?”
“Yeah,” I stuttered out, my dick jumping in his hand as he squeezed again.
“Good deal.” He gave me a few light, feathery strokes that had my hips surging up into the contact, and then his hand tightened like a vice around my shaft, thumb tracing my head in a tantalizing sweep as he leaned in. His whisper washed over me like pure, searing desert heat, the ownership in it shooting straight to my core and making me dizzy. “I want that nut you’re working up right now.”
I hunched over my desktop to conceal the view of Eric’s hand as it plunged deeper, scooping up my balls and kneading them.
“That sounded like a yes to me.”
“Not here,” I whispered again and yanked his hand from my pants. Even though by then, shit, I was definitely seeing the appeal in letting him get me off right there. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet enough, and though the thrill of possibly getting caught was hot, the reality of a charge for public indecency was not. I needed some ninja skills for that, or a lot more experience, and the whole novelty of getting off with a dude who knew what the hell he was doing was still so keen-edged that I didn’t have a shot.
“Spoilsport. I was enjoying the challenge, but I guess you’re right.” Eric picked up his sucker again, stuffing the wrapper in his back pocket. “You’re a noisy fucker, so maybe a little more buffer is a good idea. Come on.”
What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
Ohhh, what an interesting question! My first gay read was Rough Canvas by Joey W. Hill, which then led me to discovering a book called Finding North by Carmen Jenner. That book led me to Riley Hart’s Crossroads and Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy’s Him. I had NO idea there was a whole world waiting for me, but boy did it explode before my eyes in amazing ways. I’ve never looked back. It’s hands down my favorite genre to read in, and one I feel lucky every day to write in.
When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
The first draft is my favorite part. I’m a plantser, meaning a hybrid between a plotter and a panster. So I usually go in having a vague idea or sketch of the book in my mind. Inevitably it changes along the way. Hence the pantsing part. But the first draft is always fun because I’m usually going breakneck speed, mostly writing dialogue to get a feel for my characters and their quirks. The second draft is for trying to tame all that wild energy into something relatively cohesive.
When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
As mentioned above, I mostly read LGBT+ romance books or within the LGBT+ realm, but I have a hardcore weakness for post apocalyptic and dystopian books.
If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
Gosh, I have no idea how I’d choose from present authors. All of them? There are so many I admire, especially within my genre. So I’ll go outside my genre for this answer and say...Alice Hoffman. I’ve loved her writing and her unique stories since I was a teen and am still an avid fan.
Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
The first thing I remember writing was a poem about a tree in third grade. The poet who was visiting our class that week awarded it a prize of some highly-coveted rainbow swirl marbles. I was ridiculously happy about this and decided the whole writing gig was pretty sweet. That changed after I graduated from college with a degree in journalism and wrote for newspapers and magazines for a while for pay that was about on par with those rainbow marbles. I shifted gears to the graphic design side of things, but never lost my love for writing.
All through high school, college, and beyond, I participated in something called free-form text-based roleplay—which is really just another way of saying collaborative writing. I wrote mostly fantasy-based and paranormal storylines with a handful of writing partners for years until I finally decided I wanted to sit down and try to write a book on my own after my father passed away. I figured if not now, when? That book was my debut mm romance called Center of Gravity. It’s not a light read, but it will always be very close to my heart.
I’ve just kept trudging on going since then trying to soak up knowledge and craft as I go and making some awesome new author friends along the way.
Ohhh, what an interesting question! My first gay read was Rough Canvas by Joey W. Hill, which then led me to discovering a book called Finding North by Carmen Jenner. That book led me to Riley Hart’s Crossroads and Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy’s Him. I had NO idea there was a whole world waiting for me, but boy did it explode before my eyes in amazing ways. I’ve never looked back. It’s hands down my favorite genre to read in, and one I feel lucky every day to write in.
When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
The first draft is my favorite part. I’m a plantser, meaning a hybrid between a plotter and a panster. So I usually go in having a vague idea or sketch of the book in my mind. Inevitably it changes along the way. Hence the pantsing part. But the first draft is always fun because I’m usually going breakneck speed, mostly writing dialogue to get a feel for my characters and their quirks. The second draft is for trying to tame all that wild energy into something relatively cohesive.
When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
As mentioned above, I mostly read LGBT+ romance books or within the LGBT+ realm, but I have a hardcore weakness for post apocalyptic and dystopian books.
If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
Gosh, I have no idea how I’d choose from present authors. All of them? There are so many I admire, especially within my genre. So I’ll go outside my genre for this answer and say...Alice Hoffman. I’ve loved her writing and her unique stories since I was a teen and am still an avid fan.
Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
The first thing I remember writing was a poem about a tree in third grade. The poet who was visiting our class that week awarded it a prize of some highly-coveted rainbow swirl marbles. I was ridiculously happy about this and decided the whole writing gig was pretty sweet. That changed after I graduated from college with a degree in journalism and wrote for newspapers and magazines for a while for pay that was about on par with those rainbow marbles. I shifted gears to the graphic design side of things, but never lost my love for writing.
All through high school, college, and beyond, I participated in something called free-form text-based roleplay—which is really just another way of saying collaborative writing. I wrote mostly fantasy-based and paranormal storylines with a handful of writing partners for years until I finally decided I wanted to sit down and try to write a book on my own after my father passed away. I figured if not now, when? That book was my debut mm romance called Center of Gravity. It’s not a light read, but it will always be very close to my heart.
I’ve just kept trudging on going since then trying to soak up knowledge and craft as I go and making some awesome new author friends along the way.
Neve Wilder lives in the southern US, where the summers are hot and the winters are...sometimes cold. She is a mom to three rambunctious weebeasts who have joined forces in a mission to carpet the family home with toys and small items that really suck to step on at six in the morning.
She reads promiscuously across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. Down and dirty scorchers? Yes. And every flavor in between.
She believes David Bowie was the sexiest musician to ever live, and she's always game to nerd out on anything from music to writing.
And finally, she believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.
EMAIL: wilderneve@gmail.com
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