Chapter Seven
Cade
D awn slips through the hole in the roof of my shack, and I shift irritably on my stolen mattress. The supply room is remarkably easy to break into. Anyone with a credit card can get in. Luckily for me, I’m the only one who wants to steal from Hillcrest’s storage. Otherwise, I’m sure the headmistresses would have noticed more than the occasional misplacement, and she would have replaced the lock.
Nothing goes unnoticed by that woman.
After my first semester, she took away my single and placed me with a roommate to help bolster my situation. Needless to say, it only made things worse, and I’ve been sleeping out here for the last three years. Caleb, or Calum, or whoever I have this year, is probably ecstatic to realize I don’t actually sleep in our room. He better keep his mouth shut about it, too.
I only go into the dorms to shower and make appearances with Mr. Maldon, Wakeman Hall’s House Manager. The decrepit bastard probably wouldn’t even notice if I was missing, but I’m sure the headmistress makes him keep special tabs on me. That’s one of the perks of my last name.
I get up to start my trek back, snatching my tie off the workbench. It’s going to be a long day, considering I haven’t slept. It seems the pills I take to help me sleep are no match for Sky’s inhabitance in my mind.
Pretty little Sky laughed in my face before storming back to her dorm, her itty bitty silk shorts damp and see-through in the moonlight as she stomped away. A tiny slit of a black thong was wedged perfectly between her plump ass cheeks. I never wanted to be a piece of clothing so bad. The girl is going to be the end of me if I don’t get a grip.
But it feels like I’m already hanging off the edge.
I snuck after her, making sure she got back safely. It was a waste of my time; I know that. She’s a Hillcrest senior, her fate is sealed. But I couldn’t resist, as if she had a leash on me and I had to follow.
I stayed outside Lamb Hall much longer than necessary, willing her to look out her window and notice me perched against the old sycamore, if only to get one last fix of those eyes, but not a single curtain moved. It’s probably best, though. If she had, then I would know what room she’s in, and I might do something stupid with that information, like fall asleep against her door.
I slip back into Wakeman Hall before anyone is awake, and find the showers. I don’t know if I need a cold shower to cool my simmer, or a hot one to burn away what it felt like to have Sky’s eyes on me. I have a sudden addiction with the way she looks at me, one that’s sunk its claws in faster than I can put up a defense. Even though I know there’s no way she’s interested in me, her pupils still went large as I tugged my hood down, scanning my face and taking in every detail. Maybe I’m not used to people really looking anymore. The low profile I’ve kept has worked just how I want it, and I’m no more than a passing shadow to everyone else. But she notices me.
I strip my clothes and step under the hot water, relishing the bite of steam and entertaining the idea of what it would be like if she were interested..
What would it have felt like if she leaned up on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck? I could have reached down to meet her, grabbing her damp ass in the palms of my hands. If I hoisted her up, would she have wrapped her legs around me? Was she damp in more places? Would those thin shorts have been able to stop her from marking my stomach with her wetness?
Fuckkkk.
Just the thought of her dragging her pussy across my body has me bracing against the tiled stall. I hang my head and let the water cascade around me, but it only gives me a clear view of how hard I am. Jesus. My fingers twitch as I picture her perky ass walking away from me. I could have stopped her in a heartbeat, hauled her back to the crumbling stone wall, and bent her over it. One tug and those shorts would have been gone, forgotten, discarded in a pile of leaves.
I grip my dick and bite my lip at how overly sensitive it is. Fuck, she has me on more than one edge.
I would have slid down her body till I could tear that thong from her ass with my teeth. She could fight me all she wanted about ruining her clothes. I would have carried her back, her chest pressed against mine and my hoodie zipped around her, my dick still buried inside her.
I hiss as my hand does what it wants and slides up and down my length. I never do this. My mind is typically preoccupied with more insidious things, but I can’t stop myself. I barely stopped myself when I was watching her talk to that damn leaf. The only reason I spoke up at all was so I had a reason to not do it—to not watch her from the shadows while I touched myself to the way the moon illuminated the sweet spot between her legs.
I grow ravenous as the water creates the perfect slip for my dick. As much as know the way she looks at me is a lie, I wouldn’t fuck her from behind. I want to feel her eyes on me, and I’ll take the deception if that’s all I can get. I would turn her around, revel in those big brown eyes as they take me in, and then push inside of her. I would make it my mission to transform her false gaze into something real. I would get on my knees between her legs and run my tongue up her slit for eternity if it made her truly want me.
I groan. I can practically taste her, and I pant against the tiles, gripping myself tighter and tighter, going faster and faster until she’s my only thought.
“Sky…” her name slips from my lips.
My mind is all over the place, picturing my tongue inside her, her thighs shaking around my head, and imagining what the back of her throat feels like on the tip of my dick, her lips dripping with my cum. Look up at me from under those lashes, Angel. Don’t ever stop looking at me.
I shudder as my dick twitches in my hand, my cum shooting out, and I slump against the wall.
Fuck. What is happening to me?