Page 47 of Consume Me

Shutting the door to my room behind me, I pull my hard-as-fuck cock out. It leaks pre-cum, whimpering for her.

You’re not getting her.

With angry strokes, I jerk off to images of her. Me chasing her and dirtying the fuck out of her, ruining her for all others. She should thank me. Fantasy is one thing. Reality is something else.

I slam my palm on the wall next to the door while the other pumps my cock up and down. I hear her sweet voice in my ear, moaning my name as I pound into her. It’s not my hand, it’s her sweet pussy that I’m fucking raw.

She wants hard? I am so hard for her, I’d fuck her to madness and back.

My balls tighten, the pressure of my release shooting up my shaft until I come all over my hand, panting heavily.

Damn it, it’s not enough. I want to see her painted in my fucking cum.

She’s not a good girl. She’s a bad girl who likes to play with fire.

It’s only a matter of time. The alarm to my doomsday ticks incessantly.

I hope she’s ready for what she unleashes a bit more every time we’re together. It’s not that I didn’t warn her. I have never been a gentleman. She has been the exception in my life. Iwanted to be the good guy. For her. But she keeps tempting and testing me. I’m only human, after all.

“Why are you grinning like you’re dying to tell us something?” Celine asks as we get out of the car on the main campus, her breath visible in the frigid air. We opted to take the car today—it’s the coldest day yet.

I feel the heat on my cheeks, but I am still replaying last night’s events. I have no idea what got into me, but seeing him teetering on the edge was liberating.

“Am I?”

“You definitely are,” Abi says, and Bailey looks at me with rapt interest.

“So maybe something happened…”

“What?” they both squeal.

I love that the girls seem so enthusiastic, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. Still, I need to share this with them so they can tell me to stop whatever is happening between Blake andme. I will end up with a thoroughly smashed heart if I don’t.

“Blake has taken it upon himself to watch over me. He’s always kept his distance, and now that I want him to do it, he’s everywhere.”

“You have it bad for him. It’s more than a crush,” Celine says.

I nod, not wanting to lie to them. It’s love, an all-encompassing feeling I can’t escape. I feel so alone, trapped in my love for him, that sometimes, I wish it would just go away so I could be free—cured of him. Maybe a reality check from my friends will help me overcome my romantic notions.

“He cares about you,” Abi offers.

He cares about the entire group. I am no one special.

“He took the role of watching you and no one else,” Bailey says next.

“Why do I feel like you’re encouraging this madness?”

“Because you were miserable when he was away. And how’s dating working out?” Abi asks.

“Don’t even start. Who in their right mind would go in the ring with Blake? He’s so confusing…”

Abi and Celine exchange a bemused look.

“What?”

“He’s jealous and possessive. I wonder why?” Celine asks, barely containing her amusement.

“I don’t know… ugh!”

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