Page 50 of Make You Beg

“I mean, I’m all up for solo fun, girlie. Don’t get me wrong. Go girl power! But what are men for if we can’t use them to fulfill our needs? And what better time than now to find out exactly what we like and how we like it before it’s too late and we find ourselves married to some loser?”

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After a long day of studies and shit-talking with Jordan, I can’t wait to go home and relax. Maybe read one of my smutty books and fantasize about finding someone who can make me as happy as one of the men in them. Someone who isn’t complicated…or related to me in some way.

Kayden’s Porsche comes into view once I get to the parking lot next to the main building of campus.

One of the many designated lots for students’ cars.

The windows aren’t tinted, and the glass makes it obvious Kayden is inside it once I’m close enough.

Only a few steps away.

That’s when I see his face. His eyes closed, his mouth parted.

Is he sleeping?

Music’s blasting through the speakers, loud enough that I can hear it from outside. That’s a weird way to sleep. I know of people sleeping with noise, but loud rock music lulls him to sleep?

It’s only when I stop right in front of the car, about to tap on the window to wake him, that I see what’s really going on.

My mouth goes dry. My heart thunders inside my chest.

An uncomfortable tingling runs through my thighs. I freeze.

Kayden’s got his zipper down, and a brunette between his legs, bending over from the passenger seat as he presses her head down onto his crotch.

12

KAYDEN

Keeping a low profile is harder than I thought it’d be.

The computer science classes have been killing me, and the few education ones I share with Madelyn are worse. Being in the same room as her for so long makes my brain short-circuit, filling up with indecent thoughts.

Luckily, mixing up with the jocks was the easy part. Passing the tryouts for the hockey team wasn’t a problem, and I’m enjoying every single moment of it. The guys are good, too. Some of them don’t particularly like me, but fuck them, I can live with that. There’s something about being on the ice that makes me feel alive, and being able to snatch the puck and control it brings a rush to me unlike anything else I’ve experienced.

So that, along with hooking up, has kept me sane through all the craze.

Fucking the one person I want would make things more bearable, of course, but I can’t. Some things are simply out of bounds. Maddy is one of those.

I had to distract myself somehow, right?

Today, this brunette who threw herself at me during practice is my distraction.

I groan over the loud music of my car, pushing her jaw deeper onto me.

It’ll take more than a few innocent licks to make me come. I want her to choke on my cock.

This isn’t about emotion. It’s about making me feel good, and for that, I need this brunette to go deeper.

She bobs her head up and down, licking and spreading her saliva over my length.

She finally understands, sinking my cock into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks. Blood rushes to my dick as she picks up her pace.

“Fuck, yes.”

I pull at her hair when I get close, pulling my cock out of her mouth as saliva drips from her lips.