Page 23 of Play By The Rules
He turns away, freeing me from his gaze, and I quickly lift out of the plastic chair. Without bothering to grab my bag, I rush to the exit. The need to breathe, to feel the bitter wind kiss my skin, is overwhelming.
I’m pretty sure I saw the devil in him tonight.
And the scariest thing about it all?
I long to see it again.
TWELVE
Thebrunettegrindingonmy lap might as well be my grandmother for the lack of reaction she stirs in me. The little red dress she’s wearing barely covers her body. Round little tits spill over the neckline and her black lace underwear is proudly on display where she straddles me.
Gage doesn’t seem to have the same problem, as the girl between his legs is sucking his dick into the back of her throat. The fucker is getting a blowjob right there on the sofa next to me, while my dick stays flaccid.
Though not for lack of trying.
The chick has been giving it her all for the last thirty minutes: rolling her hips over mine, pushing her tits into my face, and for nothing. Usually after a fight, burying myself into a tight little cunt is my favourite thing.
Not today, apparently.
At least not with this girl anyway.
Shoving her off me, she lands on the floor with a heavy thump. She turns in shock, a scowl on her face. When she opens her mouth, no doubt to ream me out, I cut her off with a scathing look.
I don’t have the energy to deal with a whiny little bitch complaining because I won’t let her get herself off on my cock.
That’s the thing with chicks these days, they always want more than you’re willing to give them. The moment they realise they’re indispensable, they become desperate.
And if there’s one thing I don’t have time for, it’s desperation.
Gage groans beside me, blowing his load into blondie’s mouth. My eyes roll, and I lift the whisky bottle in my hand, tipping the amber liquid to the back of my throat. The smoky flavour hits my tongue before it burns its way down.
“Pass that over,” Gage demands.
I shove the bottle into his waiting palm, while the blonde positions herself on his lap. How the fuck my dorm has turned into some weird sex den, I’ve got no fucking idea.
Normally I wouldn’t complain, but since my dick has decided to play dead, I’m pissed.
“Where are you going?” Gage asks when I push off the couch and start towards the door.
“Out.”
My destination isn’t far. It’s only two doors down the hallway. Pushing the key into the lock, the door slides open easily. There’s a slight creak, but the dorm is dark and quiet otherwise. I manoeuvre through the living room, coming to a stop outside the bedroom I need.
Pushing on the handle, a short laugh comes out when I find it unlocked.
Silly, silly, Fallon.
Not that I wouldn’t have been able to get in anyway, but I appreciate that she’s unknowingly made it easier for me.
A small lamp is on, casting a dim glow over the room, and my gaze instantly falls to the passed-out figure on the bed. Her hair is a rumple of curls, fanning over the pillow, while an old ratty t-shirt covers her upper body, stopping just above her black underwear. The paleness of her skin is a stark contrast to the navy bedding.
Fallon is beautiful all the time, but there’s something truly euphoric about watching her like this, asleep and totally vulnerable. My dick twitches with the thought of burying myself inside her tight little cunt.
Rolling the sleeves of my black hoodie, I pull out a bag from under her bed, smiling when I notice the contents are still as they were when I left it here a couple weeks ago. Emptying it, I grab the few things I need and get to work. It only takes a couple of minutes to set everything up, and when I’m finished, I take a seat in the corner of the room and wait.
The clock on the wall ticks down while I listen to the soft snores coming from the bed. It’s not the first time I’ve watched Fallon sleeping, but before now, I’ve never let her catch me.
An hour passes before I hear the gentle rustling of the bed sheets as she stirs. Leaning forward, I drop my elbows on my thighs and watch as she peels her eyes open.