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Lifting my head, I couldn’t do anything else. He had me smashed against the wall, and he was holding me immobile. I was only there for him to do what he wanted to my body. But I could squeeze him inside of me, and I did that, trying to slow him down.
“What are you doing, Maren?” He peppered kisses up my throat, turning my face to meet his. His mouth covered mine, his tongue sweeping in, exploring me that way also. As soon as he pulled away, his fingers filled me up again, but the heat was swirling at the base of my spine.
The tsunami whipped through me in a frenzy and I exploded, fireworks going off inside of me.
He kept thrusting through my release, going faster. Pistoning.
I’d just finished my last wave of my release when I felt him pausing and then unloading inside of me as well.
He chuckled hoarsely behind my ear, “That was take two.” He pulled his fingers out, some saliva going with him. He ignored it, his hand smoothing over my face before running down my back, finding my hip. He pulled out, lowering me down.
My knees buckled, but he caught me, a second low chuckle coming from him.
As soon as I could stand on my own, I shoved him away.
He went this time, just to stand to the side, and he used some of my shampoo. He cleaned himself off, rinsing his hair as he watched me the whole time. I had turned my back to the wall, resting there, scowling at him the whole time.
When he was done, he touched my chin, his eyes falling to my mouth and darkening. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
He left, and I closed my eyes, hating him as tears threatened to leak out of me.
“Oh!” a girl exclaimed.
“Well, hello there.” A second one joined, flirtatious.
“Ladies,” he drawled. I could hear his smirk in his tone.
A moment later, both girls dissolved into laughs and giggles.
“Who was that?” one breathed out.
“Cristiano Chavez. Starting power forward for our basketball team.”
“Uh, okay, Basketball Nerdgirl.”
I remained where I was, the shower spray just misting me from my angle. I could hear more girls joining at the sinks. The clinks and thuds of their utility baskets were being moved around. They were getting ready for something, which meant I’d either need to wait them out or walk past them.
“The bigger question is who was in there with him?”
“Shh!” one of them hushed the others.
I let out a sigh, moving to finish my shower.
They were still there when I finished. I could hear their hushed voices now in a low conversation, but fuck them. Fuck being ashamed.
I hadn’t brought in a change of clothes, just my towels and Cris had taken one of them, leaving me the other. I growled under my breath, but wrapped it around me, and with the rest of my stuff tucked under my arm, walked out.
Six girls were at the mirrors, and all paused, eyeing me in the mirror.
I met each and every one of their gazes, until one by one they dropped their gazes.
The last one didn’t, whirling around to stare at me head-on. She leaned against her sink.
I recognized her from some parties that Jude’s band threw at their house.
“We’re not supposed to have guys in here,” she said to me, haughty.
I moved my back to the door, stepping into it, and met her eyes. I smirked, holding up a middle finger as I pushed through the door. “So report me.”
