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With that, I take off, heading towards my next class. As soon as my back is to Skyla, my smile drops and my stomach turns. I knew running into Bridgette was going to suck, but I didn’t know it was going to hurt that bad. Fuck.

Chapter Eighteen

Bridgette

My hands grip onto the handicap support bars of the stall as Asher violently thrusts into me.

“Asher!” I call out.

“Shut up,” he snaps.

I close my mouth, but the way he’s hitting my g-spot, I can’t help but moan. He smacks my ass, forcing my pussy to clench. I’m a slut for some pain with my pleasure, and despite me knowing Asher is doing it to let out his aggression, I’m still soaked.

This is how the last few days have gone. He pretends I don’t exist, practically ignores me entirely and then he shows up out of nowhere like a raging bull, ripping me into an empty closet, classroom or even bathroom stall, and fucks me until I don’t think I can take anymore. I won’t lie; it takes a little mental inspiration to get there when he’s this aggressive with no foreplay.

Closing my eyes, I think of lips on my skin. Warm, soft, pink lips. They travel down my body, tracing over my thigh crease before hovering over my clit. Then, their eyes are on me. Those soft green eyes that I’d know anywhere. I pulse around Asher’s cock with Maggie’s eyes on my mind. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Ash,” I whimper, doing my best to banish Maggie entirely from my mind.

“I said shut the fuck up. Get on the fucking ground,” he snaps as he rips away from me, forcing me to my knees.

I feel uncomfortably empty all of a sudden, but I do as he says, slowly sinking to my knees as he pushes into my mouth. His hands grip both sides of my face as he tips his head back and groans.

“That’s better. Suck my cock like the needy little slut you are,” he spits.

Some people are into degradation, but I know that’s not where Asher is coming from. He really thinks I’m a needy slut. I mean, if you look at my track record with him…he has a point. If only he knew the real reason I was ready to jump through a hoop of fire for him. It’s not for his shit personality or his selfishness in bed, that’s for fucking sure.

I suck the taste of myself off him and it brings back flashbacks of the last time I sucked my taste off someone else. God. Why can’t I get her out of my head? I haven’t thought about her in weeks.

That’s a fucking lie.

Asher snaps his hips, his hold on my face so tight I feel like my jaw is ready to snap before he’s coming down my throat. I swallow him down, sucking him dry before he pulls away from me and pats my cheek like a goddamn dog. Then, he stuffs his cock back into his pants and steps out of the bathroom stall.

I’m a little fucking irritated with how he has left me. I’m still soaked and horny as fuck, but of course he doesn’t care. Then, as fate would have it, it blesses me with a break. Sort of. Another figure steps inside the bathroom, and with the stall door open, we make eye contact immediately.

I’m still on my knees and I know he knows exactly why I’m in here. It doesn’t stop Jeremy Stroughton from approaching me, though. He stares down at me for a second, leaning his shoulder against the stall wall.

“You get off?”

I shake my head.

“You want to?”

Fuck it.

I reach for him, hooking onto his belt before I pull him into the stall. He shuts it behind him, locking the door before I’m pulling out his cock.

Oh.

I can’t lie, it’s not impressive. Not in the least. I mean, Asher has the thickest cock I’ve ever taken and his length is comparable. Jeremy, though…it’s long but…thin. Really thin. Why the fuck am I trying to sugarcoat it? It’s a goddamn pencil dick.

Glancing up at him, he looks down at me with an insane amount of want. Well, let’s see if it’ll get the job done.

I suck him into my mouth, pushing him to the back of my throat a few times as he moans.

“Bridgette. Oh fuck!”

I bob my head for a few more seconds before I push him away as I stand up. I hike up my skirt, revealing my bare pussy, and now it’s Jeremy who drops to his knees. I hook my leg over his shoulder as he runs his tongue through me before quite literally spearing me with it. I wince for a moment because I’m not sure if he thinks that’s supposed to feel good or not.

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