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“Just the first time we’re going to do that,” Cayden finished for me. His voice was low and tight. He was kneeling between my legs still, and now, he shifted back and stood. “Now, my turn.”
His hands were already on his belt, ruthlessly pulling it free. I stared, drifting slowly back to reality as I watched him loosen his jeans and send them and his boxers sagging to his knees. My eyes went to his cock, hard as hell and flushed red at the tip. It was big. I didn’t have to be experienced to tell that he was bigger than average. Cocky by name and nature, it seemed.
I sat up slowly, gathering my useless towel around me. My eyes were glued to him. He pumped his shaft, his big hand the perfect size to fit him. How wouldmyhand work? I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud until he rumbled a response.
“It’s not your hand I’m fucking, Lily. It’s your mouth. Open up for me.”
I stared up at him. I was close to the edge of the bed now, and the mattress dipped me forward toward his monster cock. It was glistening at the tip and ribbed with heavy veins. Harsh and beautiful at the same time, just like him.
He gave me no time to get nervous as he palmed the back of my head and guided me forward. I barely had time to part my lips before he was pressing inside.
His width forced my jaw open, and I struggled to tuck my teeth behind my lips. He sucked in a breath as I opened my throat and let him push in as far as he could. He was looking down at me, his eyes stormy. A hand gently brushed my hair from my face then settled on the top of my head, holding me in place.
He moved with a groan, pulling out and thrusting back in, the intrusion almost too much to bear. My hands rested on his thighs, and it gave me confidence to know I could push him back if I needed to. Perhaps it was false confidence, given how strong he was compared to me, but it was a comfort anyway.
He tasted musky in a clean, salty way I had never experienced before. The way his hands flexed on my head, and the grunts that left him as he fucked my mouth, made me feel powerful. He might be bigger than me, meaner, stronger, but right now, I had him by the balls.
I opened my legs wide, letting him step closer, emboldened by his obvious satisfaction. My towel had fallen away completely now, and he held my head in both hands and stared down at me, fucking in and out my mouth, his eyes soaking up the sight of my lips stretched around him and my nakedness below. Neither of us had a clue what we were doing. There was nothing shiny, or practiced, or pretty about it, but it was honest.
“You really are a straight-A student, aren’t you, Freckles? That’s why we fit. We both have to be the best at everything we do, and no one could suck my cock like you are, and no one ever will,” he muttered. “You’re perfect. My perfect girl.”
I hummed low in my throat, his words making me squirm with embarrassment and heat. I liked it when he spoke like that to me. I felt hot all over.
When he came, the heat of his cum hit the back of my throat in ropes. I swallowed around his thickness as he pumped his load in my mouth. His cock pulsed on my tongue, and his balls were drawn up tight. I swallowed as much as I could until he pulled out and lifted me by my arms. His mouth mashed into mine, uncontrolled and hungry as hell, and the taste of our combined cum mixed on my tongue. He kissed me until I panted for breath, dizzy.
“Wear my jersey. I want to see my number emblazoned on your back, like a goddamn owner’s tag,” he muttered against my lips.
* * *
When I was dressed, I stumbled out of the room on uneven legs. I didn’t think I could look at Cayden for the next week, I was too embarrassed. Different moments of our encounter flashed in my mind like a movie reel. That moment when he’d stroked my face and kissed me. The moment when I’d tasted our combined flavors on my lips, tangled between our tongues, had been unbearably hot and filthy as hell. I didn’t recognize myself in his arms. I felt wild and free, untethered by my usual pressures, and he saw it all. I saw him, and he saw me back. It was terrifying. Raw and vulnerable in a way I’d never allowed myself to be.
“Lily! There you are. I wanted to check if you were okay,” Josh called to me along the landing as I made for the stairs. He stood at the bottom, waiting for me.
I rushed down the stairs without looking back.
“I’m okay,” I muttered, pulling self-consciously at Cayden’s hockey jersey. “I just put this on because I have nothing else to wear that’s dry.” I didn’t know why I was explaining myself to him. I just felt so damn awkward. Wearing a guy’s hockey jersey was a move usually reserved for girlfriends.
Josh nodded and looked at the jersey. He snorted softly. “Well, it’s the least he could do.”
Josh had another jersey in his hand.
We descended more stairs, heading for the ground floor.
“Meaning?” I wondered.
As soon as we got to the packed lower floor, people watched me. It was the damn jersey. I felt like it was a neon sign flashing over my head, attracting speculation.
“Meaning, Caydenshouldgive you something to wear, since he pushed you in the pool.”
I stopped and turned to Josh.
“What? Selena pushed me.”
Josh shook his head. “No, Marcus just assumed she did. Cayden pushed you. I saw him.”
A bitter laugh left me as I ran a hand through my damp hair.That fucking asshole.Acting like a secret white knight, pulling me out of the water and bringing me a shirt to wear. He’d pushed me. He’d wanted to get me alone and he’d found a way. Maybe he’d wanted to punish me, too, for kissing Josh. All the soft, mellow thoughts I'd been having in my post-orgasm haze went up in a puff of smoke.
I couldn’t trust Cayden. He was a manipulator and a bully, and I was nothing more than his target.
