12. Kayden
KAYDEN
Keeping a low profile is harder than I thought it’d be.
The computer science classes have been killing me, and the few education ones I share with Madelyn are worse. Being in the same room as her for so long makes my brain short-circuit, filling up with indecent thoughts.
Luckily, mixing up with the jocks was the easy part.
Passing the tryouts for the hockey team wasn’t a problem, and I’m enjoying every single moment of it.
The guys are good, too. Some of them don’t particularly like me, but fuck them, I can live with that.
There’s something about being on the ice that makes me feel alive, and being able to snatch the puck and control it brings a rush to me unlike anything else I’ve experienced.
So that, along with hooking up, has kept me sane through all the craze.
Fucking the one person I want would make things more bearable, of course, but I can’t. Some things are simply out of bounds. Maddy is one of those.
I had to distract myself somehow, right?
Today, this brunette who threw herself at me during practice is my distraction.
I groan over the loud music of my car, pushing her jaw deeper onto me.
It’ll take more than a few innocent licks to make me come. I want her to choke on my cock.
This isn’t about emotion. It’s about making me feel good, and for that, I need this brunette to go deeper.
She bobs her head up and down, licking and spreading her saliva over my length.
She finally understands, sinking my cock into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks. Blood rushes to my dick as she picks up her pace.
“Fuck, yes.”
I pull at her hair when I get close, pulling my cock out of her mouth as saliva drips from her lips.
I love the way it feels to be edged. Stopping just as it gets good before pushing her right back in and almost breaking her jaw. I’m nearly there.
I press my hand against the window while I grab her head and let her suck me deeper.
Fuckkkkk.
I stare out the window, needing a distraction, something other than the visual of this brunette’s head between my legs. I don’t want to stare at her as she pumps my cock in and out of her mouth. I never look into their eyes.
Eyes can express a lot, and I don’t want them to catch any sight of vulnerability in mine.
I know I’ll use them and dispose of them, that’s it.
This doesn’t mean anything. Same reason kissing doesn’t happen.
My eyes are half-open, lost in lust.
I focus on the wetness around my shaft, imagining it’s my Little Demon’s mouth wrapped around my cock and not some random brunette.
And that’s when our gazes lock.
“Fuck!”
Madelyn’s standing by the door, staring in, one hand stopped in the air, as if she’s about to tap on the window.
Her cheeks are flushed. For a moment, I think I manifested her here, with my thoughts of her.
“Did I bite you?” The brunette pulls away from my cock.
Two things happen.
One—I want to get this woman the fuck away from me. The other, darker, sicker part of me smirks.
Hoping that somewhere deep inside her, Madelyn, who is watching me, wishes to be in the place of the girl with me. Look what you’re missing, Little Demon.
“No,” I say instead, grabbing a chunk of the brunette’s hair and pushing my cock into her throat again. “Go on. I’m almost there.”
She does. And I keep staring at Madelyn as the other woman feasts on my cock.
My little demon’s eyes widen, and then her eyebrows furrow. She looks away and steps aside.
My body’s reacting to the brunette’s moves, but my head’s not in it anymore.
I thrust my hips up, forcing myself deeper into her mouth and push her down harder. Choke her on my dick.
It takes me a minute to get there and finally come. I don’t announce it, don’t warn her. I simply shoot my load into her mouth, and unsurprisingly, she swallows it all.
The brunette’s eyes are half-open, and a smile spreads across her face as she cleans her lips with the back of her palm. Leaning over to me, she attempts to kiss me. I stop her, tucking my cock into my pants and zipping up.
“I don’t do kisses, Lola,” I say.
“It’s Leah,” she corrects me, frowning. “And a kiss won’t kill you. I fucking sucked your dick, for God’s sake.”
“You knew what you were getting into. I never said kissing was involved.”
“Are you going to do me now?”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I’m wet.”
“Tough luck, Lola.”
“Asshole.”
I smirk. “Look, you wanted to blow a jock, you blew a jock. Now, fuck off. Go tell your friends or something, I’ve got other things to do.”
“Fine,” she says before getting out of the car. “Call me or something.”
I won’t.
I arrange myself, tidy up the car and pick out an air freshener to spray.
Then, I roll down my window and catch a glimpse of Madelyn, still with her back to me.
“Hey,” I say.
“Are you done?” she mutters without turning around.
“Yeah, get in.”
“I think I’ll walk. I’m not sure I want to sit in that spot after witnessing what you did.”
“People have sex in cars all the time, and I cleaned up. Home is too far away for you to walk. Come on, get in.”
She takes a little convincing, but eventually, she does.
“Were you jealous, sis?”
“Of what?” She slams the door shut and glares at me.
“Of my cock being down someone else’s throat?”
“No.” She pauses. “In fact, I’m dating someone, too.” She hugs her chest. “Besides, why would I be jealous? You’re my stepbrother.”
“If you say so.”
I know she is. Her face does a terrible job of disguising her emotions; I can always read her.
Or maybe it’s me. I’ve become an expert at reading my little demon.
“You do you and I do me.”
“Alright.” I fix myself in my seat, fasten my seat belt, and start the engine. “Who are you dating, though?”
“You don’t know him.”
“How far have you gone with him?”
“None of your business, Kayden. Just like this was none of my business. Now, stop interrogating me and drive.”