Falling back over the bed, I adjusted my hard-on and asked, “Have you been watching over her?” Zeke didn’t respond. The back of Zeke’s curly head faced me as he sat before the telly on the floor. “Someone’s messing with her. You think it’s the new security guard?”
Zeke shook his head.
“Do you know who it is?”
Zeke shook his head.
“Do you like The Office?”
Zeke shook his head.
Bloody hell, he wasn’t listening.
“Alright, mate. I’m leaving, and I’m taking one for the road.” I reached into the fridge and grabbed another Schweppes. “See you tomorrow.”
After the door closed behind me, Maddie’s eyes trapped me in before her body did.
“Where ya off to in such a hurry?” she asked, taking the Schweppes from my hand and shaking the wisps of hair out of her eyes. I stepped around her, not in the mood for another pissing contest. “Did ya hear about your girl?”
My feet stopped before my brain fully registered. Turning around, I finally looked at Maddie like she wanted all along. But all I wanted was to know what the fuck she was talking about.
And all my dick wanted was to be inside something as it jerked at the closeness of a wet fanny. “What are you talking about?”
Maddie drew closer and fluttered her lashes. I froze as she lifted herself on her toes and scraped her teeth along my earlobe. “Rumor has it, while you’re trapped in your room all hours of the night being a good ‘ole boy, Officer Scott creeps into Mia’s room and doesn’t come out until the sun comes up.” She pulled her head away. “Every night,” she enunciated.
My mouth went dry, and I tried to swallow. “You’re a liar.”
“Ah, I wish I was.” She shrugged. “Guess miss perfect isn’t so perfect after all.” Steam came out of my ears. I flipped Maddie around and squished the side of her face into the cement. My eyes made their rounds, scanning the hall to make sure we were alone. The security guard must already be in the mess hall for the dinner rush. “Ironic, isn’t it? You’re all fucked up while Mia’s getting fucked.”
Clenching my jaw, I dug my fingers into the back of her neck as I leaned into her ear. “Leave her name out of your mouth.”
Maddie’s arse grazed the chub in my pants. I should have known this was all a ruse to get to me. I released her, and she turned around and replaced her arse with her hand. “I love it when ya wear these joggers,”—her grip on me tightened, and my growing knob obeyed— “Let me take care of you.”
“Fuck no,” I seethed, just as Jude walked by. He flicked his eyes back in front of him, pretending he didn’t see anything.
“C’mon, O,” she whined, her hand doing me favors and my pelvis leaning into it—wanting it.
Fuck.
Mia.
Mia.
Mia.
“I can’t. I have Mia. I love Mia.”
Maddie walked backward, taking me with her until her back was against her door. My body, for some reason, wasn’t resisting the way it should have. Instead, my hand turned the door handle, and in seconds, we were both inside.
“Ya, you keep telling yourself that.” Maddie yanked both layers down until my anxious cock emerged. Paralyzed and in need of a release, I didn’t stop her as she eagerly wrapped her lips around my aching dick, deep throating me like slapper who’d escaped from Hell. I wrapped my fingers through her hair, slammed my eyes shut, and pounded into her mouth. The girl gagged, unable to handle my size.
What should feel good, didn’t.
What should be getting me off, wasn’t.
“Undress,” I ordered in a hurry before I changed my mind.
Maddie happily climbed to her feet and removed her clothes as I rubbed over my slick dick. I wanted to blame Dr. Butala for turning me into this. I wanted to blame Maddie for instigating this. But the only person I could blame was myself.
Images of Ethan creeping into Mia’s room consumed me, the red-headed wanker climbing into bed next to her. Him touching her, comforting her, being everything I couldn’t. I kicked off my shoes and jeans.
Maddie’s skin was the color of milk, and her big breasts didn’t match her thin frame.
“Condom?” I asked, not recognizing my own voice.
Shamefully, I looked down, hating myself. God, I fucking hated myself.
She retreated to her desk, bent over slightly, revealing a place I knew I shouldn’t go, but my throbbing dick wasn’t giving me much of a choice. Flashes of Scott kissing Mia compelled my feet forward. Picturing Scott touching Mia’s skin caused me to push Maddie over the desk and thrust two fingers easily inside her.
Nothing like my love.
But my head didn’t seem to care.
Maddie moaned as I fucked her with one hand, and I yanked the condom from her with my other. My knee spread her legs wider, and I continued my assault. “Tell no one, you understand?”
Maddie nodded. “Ya mean ya don’t want me to tell your precious Mia?” I fisted her hair and yanked her head back, and the cow cried out, “I understand! I won’t say anything.”
I ripped the condom between my teeth and slid it over my pounding dick. Bending Maddie over, I ran my fingers back through her sex, finding her soaking wet. Like a slip ‘n slide, my cock should’ve easily slid inside her, but before I could, my dick went soft.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I rested my hands over the edge and tried to catch my breath. “This isn’t going to work.”
Maddie turned to face me, and my gaze fixed on her breasts as they bounced while she jumped up and sat at the edge of the desk. “It’s the condom. Take it off.”
I gritted my teeth. “Have you gone mad?”
Maddie pulled her knees up and dipped her finger inside her. I focused on what she was doing to herself. Her other hand gripped my cock. “Touch me, O.”
“Touch me, Ethan,” Mia’s voice sang in my head as I imagined Mia laying out for Ethan across her bed, her delicate fingers roaming over her body. I couldn’t take it; the image hurt too much. When my imagination used to be my friend, it turned into my greatest enemy. I fought against the ache in my chest, and the burn behind my eyes as these dark thoughts devoured me whole.
Desperation leads to regret, but at this point, I’d do anything to numb the pain—even if it were only temporary.
Pushing Maddie on her back, I pulled her thighs apart, concentrating on the way she played with herself. The girl gave me a front-row seat, and naturally, my dick grew. “Keep going,” I coached her, listening to my arousal, but I was nothing but a coward. Her finger eased in and out of herself. “Yeah, just like that.” Soaking fucking wet.
Each one of Maddie’s cries brought even more images of Ethan fucking Mia. I rubbed my dick across her entrance while my fingers pierced her thighs, keeping her spread and sure to leave marks. Maddie said some things, I was sure, but my head was in a different place as I tried to thrust into her …
But I went soft again.
For the last, aggravating, time, I pulled away. Picking up Maddie’s desk chair, I threw it against the wall and ran my hands through my hair. “I can’t do this!” I grabbed my boxers and jeans off the floor and hastily got back into them. My first stop back to my dorm would be the bathroom to discard the only evidence of this colossal mistake.