Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
SINCLAIR
W e walk back to the dorm buildings on campus, Tim and me. He can’t stop talking about the game and the suite and how the food was great and he drank way too much beer, but he is so incredibly disappointed that our team lost, and honestly? I’m surprised I can keep up with his steady stream of conversation. That I can even comprehend it because all I can think about is August.
On his knees in front of me. His mouth on me, his tongue licking me everywhere. His fingers shoved so deep inside me it hurt and God, I wanted it. I wanted more and I wanted him and I begged for it. Sobbing like a little baby while I said please over and over and when he finally rocked my world and gave me my first orgasm brought on by someone else and not myself.
I’m not over it. Not even close.
Ugh.
“You okay, Sinclair? You’re a little quiet,” Tim says and I wonder if he asked me a question and I didn’t respond.
“Just tired.” I offer him a wan smile. “And sad our team didn’t win.”
That was the right thing to say because he launches into another tirade about how they should’ve won. All the right pieces were supposed to fall into place and it should’ve been an easy win. Yada, yada, yada. I’m tuned out, August’s face filling my brain. That smug smile. The way his eyes sparkled when he told Tim that he was eating me out in the women’s bathroom.
Who says that? Who does that?
August. That’s who.
A shiver moves through me as I think of the words eating me out again. He did it spectacularly. His tongue was everywhere, and the way he sucked on my clit. Oh my God. I had no idea it could be like that. Feel like that. The orgasm that swept over me was so intense. Made the ones I’ve experienced by myself seem like nothing.
“I wonder if we’ll get to watch a game in the suite again,” Tim says, interrupting my orgasmic thoughts.
I seriously hope not. “I’m thinking with what happened between your friend and mine, we won’t be welcomed back.”
“Right. Rafe was getting seriously freaky with Elise. You think they’re into public sex or what?” Tim glances over at me and then immediately looks away. “I probably shouldn’t have asked you that.”
Here he is, being respectable while I’m remembering how August said he was going to come down my throat the next time he sees me. Multiple times.
My entire body quakes in anticipation.
“It’s no big deal.” I shrug, reveling in my newfound sexuality. Thank you, August, for that. “I barely know Elise, but I do know they, uh, had sex earlier.”
“Yeah.” Tim clears his throat, seemingly uncomfortable. “Rafael might’ve mentioned that to me.”
Oh boy. If they’re talking about Rafe and Elise having sex, then they’ve probably talked about me. “He got really drunk tonight.”
“So did she.” He sends me a curious look. “But you were calm—and pretty quiet. You must really know how to control your liquor.”
“Yep.” That’s all I say because I’m not about to tell him I wasn’t drinking.
And why not? Am I afraid Tim is going to judge me? That’s silly. I told August I wasn’t drinking without any hesitation.
But there’s something about August that has me confessing everything all the time. Like he asks me a question and I dutifully answer it. He gives me a command and I do as he says without hesitation. It’s weird.
My entire reaction to him is weird.
I slow down as we approach our building. “Guess I’m home.”
Tim and I both come to a stop in front of the double doors of my dorm hall. He smiles at me, reaching out like he’s going to grab my hand or something and I take a step back, not wanting him to touch me after I was touched so thoroughly by August. I ignore the flicker of hurt I see in Tim’s eyes. “I had fun tonight.”
“Me too.”
“Maybe we could do this again.” His voice is hopeful.
“Maybe.” Mine is not.
“Well. Good night. See you in class.” Tim waves and walks away. I stand in the middle of the pathway, watching him until he disappears completely before I dash into the building and run up the stairs versus waiting for the very old and very slow elevator to take me to the second floor.
I practically sprint down the hall and unlock my dorm room door, pushing it open so it bangs against the wall, disappointed to find the room empty. Elise isn’t here.
Dang it. I wanted to tell her all about…
Wait. Tell her all about August? And what he did to me? And how much I liked it while my sweet, innocent date was watching the game without a care in the world? I look like a complete and total slut. A cheater, even though Tim and I aren’t together. I’m a bad person.
Terrible.
Grateful that Elise isn’t here, I gather up my things and go to the communal bathroom where I take a long, hot shower. Considering most everyone is probably out tonight, I’m taking advantage of there being enough hot water and no one else in the bathroom with me. The effect is kind of ruined though when I have to wear flip flops while taking a shower. I’m not about to get any bacterial infections or a fungus.
Ah, college dorm life.
Once I’m finished, I make my way back to the dorm room, hopeful Elise is back, but the room is still empty. Unable to help myself, I plop down on the edge of the bed still in my robe and wearing nothing underneath it while I send her a quick text.
Me: Where are you?
She responds almost immediately.
Elise: With Rafe. We’re in his room. I’m going to stay here all night as long as the RA doesn’t catch us.
Me: Are you at the frat? Does Rafe have a room there?
If he does, that means she might see August and oh God, what if he says something to her? He would never.
Would he?
Knowing him, he probably would.
Elise: No we’re at his dorm room. That he shares with Tim. Who just showed up.
Me: Please tell me you’re not going to have sex in front of him.
Elise: I would never! I was literally a virgin like twelve hours ago. I’m not a ho.
Me: You were letting Rafe feel you up in the suite.
Elise: No one noticed.
Everyone noticed .
Elise: I have to go. Tim just revealed his secret stash of liquor bottles under his bed. We’re going to get drunkkkkkkkkkk
Me: Have fun.
I toss my phone on the bed and rise to my feet, shuffling over to the full-length mirror I have hanging on the wall. I undo the belt of my robe and shrug the heavy terrycloth fabric off my shoulders, standing naked in front of the mirror so I can study myself, searching for anything different.
But I don’t look different. Not at all. I look like the same, boring girl I was when I first showed up on campus. I had no idea what was in store for me, and I can’t believe what happened between August and me tonight. My bully is now the guy who gave me my first orgasm and that should kind of piss me off.
For whatever strange reason, it doesn’t.
I take a step closer to the mirror, my gaze dropping to the spot between my thighs. It’s not like I have a massive bush growing down there but he acted disgusted to discover I actually have—shocker—pubic hair. Didn’t stop him from going down on me, now did it?
I should make a waxing appointment. And I should ask Elise to go with me. It’ll be…fun.
At the very least, a true bonding experience.
I tilt my head to the side, my gaze wandering, my hands coming up to cup my breasts. They’re not huge, but I’m not flat-chested like I used to be either. My body is okay. August didn’t pay much attention to it. He was too focused on my pussy, and I sort of hated how he called it a cunt. That’s a word I don’t use and it’s offensive.
Fine, I didn’t hate it. Everything he said to me was hot and it feels like what happened between us earlier was a total fantasy. Unreal. But then I see it. The tiniest mark on the inside of my thigh. I rub at it, wincing at the sting of pain and I realize…Au gust must’ve bitten me at some point. Or sucked my skin so hard, he gave me a hickey. On my thigh.
I touch it again, shivering the moment my finger makes contact. We’ve shared something incredibly intimate. But what does that mean? What’s going to happen next? Will he ignore me the next time I see him?
A sigh escapes me and I shake my head. Yes, he probably will ignore me. Pretend it never happened because he’s just that awful. Maybe I should make it my mission to torment him. Remind him of what he’s missing out on. Will that make me seem like some kind of stalker? Maybe.
But I’m willing to take the chance.