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So that’s why I can’t bring myself to kiss Celeste, but I will give her my cock. She’s hot, dark hair, pretty face. Nothing like Matilda, though.

Fuck, with those thoughts living rent-free inside my brain, I know I’ve made the right decision.

I strip what little clothes Celeste is wearing off her and tell her to get on her knees by the window. She giggles and bites her lip, but does as she’s told. Obedient as usual – not like Matilda, who doesn’t listen to a thing I say.

When Celeste is right where I want her, I stand in front of her, running my fingers up the soft skin of her neck and over her jaw. She kisses my fingertips, darting her tongue out to coat them in her saliva. Something about my fingers being wet has me wanting them inside Matilda, so to push those thoughts aside, I wrap my hands in Celeste’s silky hair.

The scent of roses nudges at my nostrils, overpowering me. It’s never bothered me before, but it doesn’t turn me on the way it used to. I blink back my annoying thoughts and focus again on the naked woman kneeling in front of me. She grins up at me and when I pull my cock out, she eyes it as she licks her lips and wiggles closer to me to grip the back of my thighs. I’m not as hard as I would like to be, but it doesn’t take long for my dick to stand full-pelt when Matilda walks into her room.

She freezes when she sees me, her eyes going wide as she takes in the scene playing out before her. But, she doesn’t react. What the fuck is she doing? This isn’t the plan. She’s supposed to be disgusted with me. Give me the finger. Fucking yell at me. Tell me how much of a pig I am, while she screams her hate at me.

But, no, she doesn’t do any of that. Instead, she watches me like she’s watching a porno while touching herself. And I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s gorgeous.

Goddamn.

I have my dick shoved so far down another woman’s throat as I stare at the one I really want. And now that I think about it, this idea seems all kinds of screwed up. The plan sounded way better in my head.

When Matilda’s eyes close, I wait for them to open again. She’ll look directly at me when she comes. I stare at her, trying to imagine what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock. Never have I wished I wasn’t getting sucked off when I was, but there’s a first for everything.

The only thing keeping me hard is knowing that Matilda is close to coming, a pretty pink blush spreading over her chest and cheeks. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I couldn’t pry my eyes from her even if I wanted to. This woman has me fucked up, and she doesn’t even know it.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears, my grip on Celeste’s hair growing tighter as I pump into her mouth harder. My grunts are savage, animalistic as I fuck her pretty mouth. Tears stream down her face when she gags on my dick, and I know I’m being rough, but I need her out of my room as fast as possible. Guilt builds inside me as the weight of what I’m doing comes crashing down on me.

Matilda Maxwell is fucking up my life.

When I’m close to coming, I push into the back of Celeste’s throat, making her gag again, but she swallows everything I give her with a smile on her face.

I’m an arsehole. A total fucking prick.

I can’t look at Matilda any longer because it’ll take every ounce of effort I have not to go over there and drive my dick inside her.

Even now, after I came, I’m still hard just thinking about what happened, even though I should be appalled by it.

Celeste dresses, then leaves my room with a kiss to my cheek. I don’t have the nerve to look her in the eye. Not that she would give a shit about what happened. She knows there’s nothing between us but sex, but something about what I just did has me on edge, and I’ve done some shit in my eighteen years of life.

As I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling, two things cross my mind. One, Matilda is playing a very dangerous game. And two, I’m going to play it even harder.

TWENTY

Matilda

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When Monday morning rolls around, Audrey picks me up as usual. I don’t tell her about what happened Friday night with Wren. I’m not sure she’d approve of what I did. It’s hard enough for me to gather my thoughts about it, let alone trying to explain it to someone else. Just for now, I want to keep it between Wren and I. And, of course, the third wheel that knelt in front of him. But I’m sure she wasn’t privy to the way Wren devoured me with his eyes. If she was, then I doubt she would have let him finish. I know I wouldn’t have.

So I keep quiet to avoid any conversation that may lead to Wren being brought up. It’s easy enough when Audrey has the music turned up so loud, I feel like my ears are bleeding.

Clive is already waiting outside the main school building, by the large glass doors when Audrey and I walk up. ‘You two are late,’ he says as he taps his non-existent watch.

I bow to him. ‘Sorry, your highness, however can I make it up to you?’

He wraps an arm around my shoulders as Audrey pushes the glass door open. ‘Hilarious. Lucky I love you sweet girl. Anyway, how was everyone’s weekend?’

I clear my throat as I tuck a non-existent hair behind my ear. ‘Fine.’

‘Boring,’ Clive says.

‘Same,’ Audrey says as she hugs her textbooks to her chest. ‘After Friday night, I’ve promised I’ll never drink again.’

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