Page 13 of The Band Geek

“I'm ready,” I say, spreading my legs wider to give him complete access to my pussy.

He backs away and looks down at me, positioning his cock exactly where it needs to be and slowly pushing his way in. My body stiffens as the pressure fills me. Sawyer stares at me with his mouth hanging open, waiting for me to nod and give him the go-ahead to keep going. My body slowly adjusts to him, stretching to fit his entire length as he sheathes himself inside me.

“You're so fucking tight,” he groans, clearly trying to hold back from coming too early. “You feel even better than I thought you would.”

“So do you,” I say through a struggled breath, a slight moan escaping.

When my body relaxes, he moves his hips against me, pulling his cock out and slowly pushing it back in, letting me take every inch of him with each thrust. At first, it's a little bit uncomfortable, but as he keeps going, I get used to it, and the pleasure is more prominent. My nails dig into his back as he keeps thrusting, his cock hardening and throbbing with each movement.

He holds off often, letting his cock get just the edge of exploding before slowing and stopping long enough to settle down. When I reach the edge, my pussy tightening around him, he doesn't slow down, though. He sees how desperate I am for an orgasm, and he pumps his cock longer and harder inside me, letting me feel every throbbing inch.

“Yes, Sawyer!” I cry out as my entire body trembles from the earth-shattering orgasm that completely overtakes my body. I can't control the screams or moans that I make, and Sawyer does nothing to silence me. He stares at me with satisfaction in his eyes as his cock stiffens even more and twitches when he comes.

He buries his face in my neck as he continues pumping, squeezing every last drop of pleasure out of the orgasm as he can. When both of us are finished, he lies down beside me and turns my face to his, kissing me once again, searching my mouth with each sweep of his tongue.

“How do you feel?” Sawyer asks, brushing my hair out of my face before kissing my cheek.

“I feel good,” I say as I sink into the warmth of his chest and feel his arm drape around me. He holds me close and covers me with a blanket, nuzzling the back of my head before we drift off to sleep.

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My standing7:00 a.m. alarm goes off, and I jolt awake, immediately realizing half of my bed is cold. I start to panic, thinking Sawyer did use me after all and left in the night. But then I find a sticky note taped on top of my phone telling me he's run to the café to get us breakfast. I rip it off as I silence my alarm and snuggle back into the sheets.

I want to send him a text message to thank him, but before I unlock my phone, I see countless other text messages from an unknown number.

“What the hell?” I say as I unlock the phone and open them to investigate. I sit upright and hold my hand over my face when I see countless images of Sawyer with other women. Some of them are at school, some at his house, some even in the very dorm building that I live in. But there are countless women with their arms wrapped around him, kissing him and touching him. Of course, there is a picture of Jessica on the football field, his hands on her ass as he holds her close and kisses her too.Looks like Sawyer has worked his way through the cheerleading squad and has made his way to the band geeks. You are just one conquest of many,the message reads.

I feel like my heart is ripped right out of my chest and stomped on thousands of times. I believed he was someone different, and I was a fool.

I jump out of bed and run to the door, locking the knob and the deadbolt on the top, refusing to open it for anyone. Sawyer is due back any minute, and I can't see him right now, no matter how difficult that will be.

NINE

Carrying a greasy bag with some bacon, egg, and cheese bagels, hash browns, and a tray of piping hot coffees in my hands, I make my way back up to Rowan's dorm. I didn't want to wake her, but I hope the note is at least enough if she wakes up before I get back. Something tells me she's a bit of an early bird.

Last night was spectacular. It's everything I wanted and more, and I can't wait for countless other nights just like that with Rowan on my arm. I can hardly recall a time when I was happier than I am right now.

I reach for the doorknob to her room and slowly turn it. I’m careful because I don't want to be loud and wake her. After a brief wiggle, the knob doesn't budge, and I try again, realizing it's locked.

“Shoot,” I say, regrettably having to knock on the door to let her know I'm back. At first, I just assumed she must be changing and didn't want someone to walk in while she was naked. But when she doesn't answer right away, I wonder if something else is going on.

I wait for a couple of minutes, thinking she might have run to the communal bathroom in the building and she'll leave any moment to see me standing in front of her door with breakfast and coffee. But after five minutes, that doesn't happen.

I knock again and wait for an answer, but I don't get one. Then I call her and hear her phone ringing on the other briefly before it's promptly silenced.

“Rowan?” I say it through the door, knowing she's behind it and can hear me. “What's going on? Can you let me in?”

There's no answer, and I start to panic. I don't know what happened between last night and this morning that she would be refusing to talk to me. I thought she and I had come to terms with our relationship, and we were going to see what could become of us. What did I miss that made me so wrong?

“Can you let me in so we can talk?” Still, I don't get any answer. Some other students are wandering around, eyeing me suspiciously as I continue to knock on the door. “Please, Rowan.”

After about ten minutes of standing there with the coffee getting cold, I decide to leave. I set breakfast down outside of the door, hoping she might eventually peek her head out and grab it. “Listen, I don't know what I did, but I want to apologize if I did something to hurt you. I just don't understand what's going on. I'm leaving, but please just call me.”

I head back downstairs, my head swimming with confusion. Something isn't right. Last night was perfect for both of us, and it doesn't make sense why she would shut me out like this.

High-pitched, familiar laughter catches my attention in the lobby, and I see Jessica sitting on a couch with her legs crossed, surrounded by a couple of her friends. She stops laughing when she sees me, and a mischievous look flashes across her face.

“Hi, Sawyer!” she says in a singsong voice, beckoning me toward her. I plan on ignoring her and just leaving initially. “Did your little girlfriend like the pictures I sent of you working your way through the cheer squad?”

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