Page 33 of Hate the Game
No matter how many times I drove around the neighborhood I couldn’t find her. I started freaking out after the first fifteen minutes and by the time an hour had passed I was full on sweating through my shirt. Where the fuck was she?
I pulled over and grabbed my phone. I’d already tried calling her multiple times but I texted her then.
R: Just tell me you’re safe.
Five minutes passed before her reply came.
S: I’m safe.
R: Where are you?
S: Does it matter? Just leave me alone. Please.
***Savannah***
Iwoke up the next morning sweaty and just as restless as I’d been throughout the night. I wasn’t sure how much sleep I’d actually gotten but it wasn’t a lot. I’d locked myself away in my room after using a ride share to get back to campus and I only planned on leaving to use the bathroom for the next several days. Or until the semester was over and I could leave.
I was humiliated. I’d begged Ryder to touch me. I’d writhed around on the dirty mat of a boxing ring and panted his name. I could feel the ache in my core that his rough fingers had left and I wanted to crawl under my bed to hide my shame. I hadn’t been the one to stop things. Ryder had. He’d yanked away from me so fast that my traitorous vagina hadn’t been able to process what was happening. My hips tried to chase after his expert fingers. He’d turned me away. No matter what he said about wanting me, it was obvious that he didn’t. I’d thrown myself at him, literally, and he’d reacted without thinking, clearly.
I dragged the blanket over my head and groaned. That soreness between my thighs was a painful reminder that wouldn’t allow me to forget a thing, keeping me on the painfuledge of arousal all night and morning long. I hated Ryder. I wanted him to take a long walk off a short cliff but my body didn’t care.
I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a huge breath. I had to do something. Ryder had left me on the edge and I couldn’t think of anything else. I just needed to take that edge off. I needed to come and then forget it all.
That was fine. I’d just masturbate and feel better. I’d picture some hunky guy, not Ryder, and I’d come. All would be solved.
No matter how hard I tried to envision a man who wasn’t Ryder I couldn’t do it. It was his strong body and stupid face that kept flickering across my mind. I closed my eyes even tighter and pictured a famous football player that I found attractive. Without my permission he quickly shifted back to Ryder.
I swore and threw my pillow across the room. It hit my dresser and knocked a bottle of perfume over but I didn’t care. I sat up and yanked my pajamas off before reaching into the tiny nightstand beside my bed and grabbing my trusty battery-operated-boyfriend, Bob. Even if I had to picture Ryder I felt like I’d go insane if I didn’t get the orgasm he’d kept from me the night before.
I turned Bob on and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes again and ran the vibrator over my sensitive nipples while imagining what could’ve happened the night before.
Ryder drags my shirt over my head and stares down at my breasts. He licks his lips and surges forward to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue is rough but when he sucks I gasp and lift my hips, silently begging him to touch me.
He growls and roughly grabs my core. I’m naked and his big hand is hot against my swollen flesh. He looks up at me and watches my face as he shoves his fingers inside me.
The vibrator was smaller than his fingers but I pushed it deep and turned it on high. My thighs shivered from the feeling.When I continued with the vision in my head I blushed hotly when I saw Cole instead of Ryder.
Cole slides between my thighs and smirks down at me as he slowly enters me. His dick hits a spot inside me that makes me cry out. He ducks his head and watches his cock enter me. I ran my fingertips over the tattoo on his arm and spread my legs wider for him. I’m begging him for more.
Shame rocked me but I didn’t stop thrusting the vibrator deep. I reached down with my other hand and circled my clit. I was already close.
The next time Cole lifts his head and looks at me, it isn’t Cole. It’s Jax. He reaches between us and circles my clit while holding my gaze. He fucks me harder, his big body moving over me just how I need. Over his shoulder I see Cole and Ryder. They’re waiting to take their turn with me.
I cried out as I came harder than I ever had before. I locked my thighs together and rolled to my side, trapping the vibrator inside me while my hips continued rocking. That vision of the three of them watching me burned itself into my brain and wouldn’t go anywhere.
I rolled onto my stomach and groaned into my mattress. Reaching down, I held the vibrator steady while I rode it to another orgasm. The whole time I pictured them there, touching me, not taking turns. I imagined them all grabbing me, tugging me wherever they wanted me and then taking me roughly. When I came one last time I buried my face in the mattress and screamed.
I slumped down on my bed after yanking Bob out of my sensitive core. I wasn’t sure I’d ever move again. I could feel my wetness drying in the cool air and knew I needed to shower. I just wasn’t sure I could. My bones felt like jelly.
I just needed to close my eyes for a few minutes. That was all. I just needed a bit of rest.
The next time I opened my eyes hours had passed and I’d drooled all over my arm. I sat up and the world tilted around me. I felt like I’d just woken up from a year- long sleep and wasn’t sure what day it even was. I found Bob dead next to me and grunted. I needed a shower and caffeine.
It wasn’t until halfway through my painfully hot shower that I remembered orgasming to the idea of all three of my dorm neighbors taking me. Roughly. My knees went weak and I had to grip the shower wall to keep from going down.
For the first time in my adult life I regretted going into journalism. I should’ve gone into psychology so I could figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. I’d slept with one person before. One. And I’d loved romantic, sweet sex with him. He’d never once been rough with me. Sure, I’d never come very hard but I’d been happy with it. What I’d imagined to get off that morning was wildly different from anything I’d ever thought of or wanted.
I stuck my head under the hot water and let it burn my face and scalp while also giving me the sensation of drowning. Something had to be wrong with me. I didn’t understand. When I finally gasped and came out from under the water I still felt like I couldn’t breathe.
