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“Yeah, just like that,” Seth murmurs.
I clamp my eyes closed, knowing the moment I open them I will be glued to the sight of Rachel between Seth’s legs. She’ll never forgive me for this; for being such a peeping Tom.
That’s why she will never find out, a dark voice whispers in the back of my head.
Seth’s groans grow louder, making my hands fist. I jerk my head to the side, keeping my eyes closed. The sounds grow wetter, sloppier. Even though I’m no longer watching, my mind won’t turn off. I keep imagining Rachel in between my legs, her green eyes peering up at me with my dick in my mouth, taking me in deep and sucking me hard. A gasp escapes my lips and I clamp my hands over my mouth, feeling like a complete idiot.
“Ah, fuck, Rachel,” Seth moans.
Apparently, they’re too busy to notice. Thank God for that.
Seth’s groans grow louder. The sounds becoming more hurried. “Ah, Rachel!” Seth calls. “Yes! Yes! I’m going to- I’m going to-” I shiver as Seth moans, long and deep. The sounds dissipate, and I hear both Rachel and Seth gasping. My eyes slowly open and I blink back the stars blurring my vision. My hands unclench, and I bite back a hiss, realizing only now I had been pricking my skin with my nails.
“Did you like that?” Rachel asks with a slight giggle.
Seth chuckles. “You know I did.”
“We should get downstairs before anyone misses us.”
I turn towards the door, peeking through the crack and watching Seth pull up his pants and Rachel straighten her hair. She wipes her mouth with a hand and Seth tosses an arm around her shoulder, guiding her towards the door. I blink in shock as it clicks closed behind them. I count the seconds going by, slowly pushing the door open. Grimacing, I reposition myself in my jeans. My cock twitches and I can’t stop the images of Rachel floating around in my head.
I need to get out of here.
Before anyone else can enter, I shove open the door and run down the stairs.
“Hey, Alex!” I hear someone call, turning and seeing Sophia wink at me.
I turn away from her, desperate to get out of the smoke and swell of grinding people. The house is packed, and more people are trying to enter from the front of the house. I weave around people, ignoring drinks being spilled on my jacket and jeans.
“Hey, where you going, bro?” I hear Mike, but barely register him as I push through to the front.
I stumble into a group of men trying to get inside and push through them, running to the sidewalk and inhaling a deep, refreshing breath. Sweat drips down my forehead while I breathe in deep, trying to calm my pounding heart and the desire burning through me. My feet take me further down the sidewalk, towards home.
I don’t stop.
I barely register pushing the door of the hotel open and moving towards the elevator, punching in the number. My hands run through my hair. My nostrils flare as I continue taking gulping breaths. Rachel’s green eyes float through my mind. I shove my way through the elevator and stalk down the hall to my room, using my keycard and slamming the door behind me.
I strip quickly, throwing my jacket on the bed and kicking my jeans off my body until I’m striding towards the bathroom completely naked. Running the shower on cold, I gasp as the freezing water hits my skin, making it prickle and my breath comes out in gasps. I press my arms against the white walls, closing my eyes and allowing memories of Rachel’s mouth to come swimming back. The cold water is doing nothing for me. I thought it would at least tamper my desire, but my cock seems to grow harder by the minute. I can’t get Rachel out of my head. Her whimpers haunt me; the memory of her kneeling between Seth’s legs has me dripping with need.
My hand slips down my front, gripping my still hard and twitching cock as I imagine her mouth around my tip. I imagine her sucking playfully at my tip before taking me deep inside. A shudder seizes me, and I stroke myself slowly, my other hand cupping my balls. I imagine Rachel touching herself as she sucks me; imagine her naked and kneeling in front of me. In my imagination, she touches her breasts, playing with her nipples before her hands slide down to stroke her clit. She whimpers around my cock, her tongue licking the sides, enjoying every inch of me.
I moan, stroking myself fast and hard. My imagination completely takes over my mind. I grab her and drag her towards me, throwing her onto the bed and shoving myself deep inside her. Her whimpers turn into cries for more, her nails dig into my shoulders as I thrust into her. I growl low in my throat, my hand moving faster as I imagine her legs wrapping around my waist like she never wants me to leave her.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, and I gasp, my eyes flying open as I release myself on the white walls of my bathroom. My hand slows and I feel my body becoming limp and satiated. I stand still for a moment, shivering in the frigid water, watching droplets run down my hair and mix with the semen sliding down the wall. I turn off the cold water, and grab a towel, cleaning myself up before striding towards the sink.
I stare at myself in the mirror, frowning at my blue eyes and blond hair, hating myself for being like this. I can masturbate to Rachel all I want. I can pretend she likes me, likes my dick.
But the reality is, she doesn’t care about me at all. She only sees me as a friend.
And there’s no way she will ever see me as anything more than that.
10
RACHEL
“Whatareyoudoing?”asks Seth while sidling up next to me.
We’re walking to the tailgate. Already, I can see the tents littering the field through the trees. The sounds of drunken students and raving fans greet my ears. I grimace as I sidestep some vomit. It’s only ten in the morning. How can people already be vomiting?
