Page 38 of Chaos & Corruption

It’s similar to the rush I feel when I’m on the field with a crowded stadium chanting my name. But no touchdown ever felt this fucking life-changing.

My pace quickens and I bring my fingers to her clit. My dick feels like it might explode, and my balls are like fucking lead. If I don’t come soon, I might die.

“Please tell me you’re almost there,” I plead, my breath catching as my movements become jerkier.

There’s nothing suave about the way I start to pump her.

All my swag has left the building.

Luckily, she doesn’t seem to mind too much. Her legs lock around my waist and her pussy tightens as she screams my name.

Thank you, God.

I thrust deeper, coming so fucking hard that my vision blurs as I fill the condom. Her arms wind around my neck, holding me close and I force my eyes to focus.

Staring into those bewitching eyes, I swallow hard.

So fucking ruined.

Fourteen

Victoria Bianci

“Stay the night,”Alex murmurs as he pulls me closer, his lips finding the shell of my ear.

After having sex three times and giving me four orgasms, I’m starting to think the guy is insatiable. How he’s going to play football this weekend is beyond me seeing as I can barely wiggle my toes.

“I wish I could,” I reply, splaying a hand over his that rests across my chest. One thing about Alex, he likes to spoon and touch. Every time he’s pulled out of me, he barely gives himself a minute to deal with the condom before he reaches for me. It’s like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear or something.

It’s endearing and totally not what I expected from him.

Makes leaving his bed even harder.

“I have to stand in front of my entire class and deliver the introduction to my thesis paper first thing in the morning and I still have to write it.”

His hand goes still on my breast and he lifts his head from my shoulder.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

I turn and meet his gaze.

“Because I didn’t want tonight to end,” I admit, lifting my hand to his cheek. “I had the best time tonight.”

It’s true. I’ve been so worked up over this thing with Mila and uncovering the society, I haven’t allowed myself to feel anything. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to decompress and just break free from all the darkness floating around Stonewall.

Part of me doesn’t even want to go back. But losing sight of the plan would mean I’m giving up on Mila. On top of that, I don’t know where that would leave me and Alex. He said he doesn’t want to pretend anymore, but what if he doesn’t mean it? What if he goes away this weekend and decides he really doesn’t want a girlfriend? Pretend or otherwise.

He inches forward and presses a quick kiss to my lips.

“Me too,” he replies against my mouth. “I’ve never dreaded an away game until right now.” His arms tighten around me. “Three days without you is going to feel like a fucking month.”

That makes me smile.

“You can FaceTime me you know.”

“Will you get naked for me?”

“I may be swayed to do that.”

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