My knuckles are busted up pretty bad, so I head to the bathroom to wash them off. It was worth it. Defending Maisy’s honor in my mind is worth a few busted knuckles. Adam and his douchey friends won’t be talking shit anymore.
The door creaks open as I’m washing the blood off my hands and mellowing back out from adrenaline rush. I turn to see who it is and I’m greeted with a great set of tits in my face. I have no clue who this chick is, so as far as I’m concerned, she isn’t a repeat. I’m not breaking any of Mac’s rules.
“Hey baby,” she purrs and slips her dress all the way down her legs. All that’s left is a red thong with little white polka dots on it and her red stilettos. Damn.
“I’m Yvonne. I was out at the fire when you pummeled Adam. That was hot. I’m so fucking wet for you, baby,” she continues and licks my ear lobe down to my chin.
“I’m all for a good show,” I growl and grab her in my busted hands. She moans under my touch, presses her chest into my hands and some blood gets smeared over her tits as I grope her.
Yvonne drops to her knees in front of me and I grip the edge of the sink. I need this. I shouldn’t feel guilty. Maisy isn’t here. She had her chance and passed. I really fucking need this, I repeat in my head.
She pulls my pants and boxers down in one motion and my cock bursts free, hard and ready to play.
“That’s a big boy. I guess the rumors are true, Big Dick Blake,” she says and licks the tip of my dick. Okay, haven’t fucked this one yet obviously. She’s never met King Richard, which is what I named my cock. King Richard aka King Dick. The ruler of pussy. Every impressive dick needs an impressive nickname. Brooks called his Little Mac. How fucking stupid is that? It has “little” in the name. Fuck’s sake, man. Focus. Stop thinking about your buddy’s dick.
“They are, baby, every single one of them.” I close my eyes and thread my fingers through her blond hair, streaking it red as I let her do her work.
Yvonne starts sucking my cock with a purpose, but after a few minutes, disappointment runs cold through me. I know this isn’t happening. While my dick is throbbing for release, I feel nothing in my gut or my balls. Nothing is happening. This chick gets an A for effort. She sucked like a Dyson and yet I couldn’t come no matter how much I tried. I grab her shoulders and pull her up to her feet.
“What the fuck, Blake?” she whines.
“Relax, sweet tits,” I reply coolly. I slip her thong down and lift her ass onto the counter next to the sink in one slick motion. I plunge two fingers into her pussy and she lets out a loud moan that anyone waiting in line for the bathroom will have heard. She wasn’t lying. She’s soaking wet. I guess fights really get her engine running. Or maybe it was my massive cock in her mouth. Either way.
My mouth finds her nipples and I begin sucking, hard. I keep it up until she starts screaming my name and I feel her climax on my fingers. I quickly remove them from her pussy and wash my hands again. Now she can give her friends a story without telling everyone that she’s the one girl in the world who couldn’t get Donovan Blake to come. That would be embarrassing for her.
I’m so fucking horny and now really fucking surly. I need to get my shit figured out before I kill someone.
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We pour ourselves into our house around five in the morning. Rhodes, Jax and I walk in with four coeds. I don’t remember their names in my current state and I don’t care enough to even ask. I’m wrecked at this point. Rhodes decided they needed to come back with us regardless of how many times I argued.
I’m still fucking pissed off that Maisy didn’t jump at the chance to tutor me. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with me? I’m fucking magical… and really drunk. And if she does tutor me then I will have to pay her to spend time with me. I’ve never paid a woman for anything. Then there is the shit with Adam. That actually felt pretty good, but I’m still pissed he called Maisy a slut. She is the farthest thing from it. And then Yvonne in the bathroom. Christ, you’re a mess. Yes, I’m a drunk, horny, angry mess at the moment.
“I’m hungry. I need a drink,” I slur.
“Bro, I think you’ve been over self-served,” Rhodes laughs at me as two girls kiss on his neck.
“Why are you so pissed?” Jax asks.
“Did that chick shoot you down again?” Rhodes asks.
“Her name is Maisy and no, not yet. But, fucking a, she probably will. I’m a miserable asshole and my knuckles are fucking throbbing.” I grab a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and wrap it over my knuckles. I bought them two years ago for this reason. I fucking hate peas. I will never eat them.
“That you are, and that is your own fucking fault,” Rhodes agrees and nods toward my hands. “But you’re loyal and one of the best people I know deep down, bro. Let her see that side of you. You at least beat that dude’s ass for an honorable reason.”
“Are you gonna try to fuck me right now? Getting all soft on me and shit,” I ask with a smirk as I pour myself a tumbler of whiskey.
“No, but I will,” a redhead offers. I think it’s the same chick, Gloria, from lit class, but I can’t see straight at the moment. All I see are huge tits and a tiny waist with lots of red hair. Those funbags would look amazing on my face. But guess what? My dick has zero, absolutely zero, interest in this chick. Won’t stop me from trying again though, because I’m fucking stupid and desperately trying to forget about Maisy.
“Let’s go, Big Red,” I snap and point to The Office. She scrambles up from the recliner so fast it makes me laugh.
“That’s my boy!” Rhodes shouts and returns his attention to the girls draped over his body. He’ll get those two girls good and prepped and then take them in when I’m done. We have no shame. Jax smiles and walks to his bedroom with another blonde.
I slam down my drink and walk with Big Red down the hall. I need to get Maisy out of my fucking head. Like this is gonna help.
I crash onto the mattress on my back and Big Red begins to strip sensually. She slips off her yellow mini-skirt to reveal a black lace thong. Her crop top is a size too small so her massive tits are already peeking out of the bottom. I know she’s not wearing a bra, but when she slides the top over her head her and her twins spring free, I’m not entertained. They’re huge tits. Woo-fucking-hoo. Besides, her nipples look like pepperoni and it’s making me hungry.
“Rhodes!” I shout as Big Red straddles me and starts grinding on my cock that is completely flaccid inside my jeans. I can feel her wetness making my pants damp. Fucking gross.
“What?” he shouts from the living room.
“I need pizza!”
“Now?”
“Really? You’re hungry right now?” Big Red whines and starts to twist her pepperonis between her fingers. Her attempt to make a seductive face is going to make me vomit. She looks like Ratchet Face from that stupid movie Cry Baby with Johnny Depp.
“Yeah! Anything except pepperoni,” I shout back to him.
“On it!” I can hear the blondes whine as he gets up. A few beeps and he’s preheating the oven to throw in a frozen pizza. I love that dude.
Big Red stares at me like I’m kidding. She’s waiting for me to tell her to stay. Not happening, Tits McGee.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask. “Get. Off. My. Dick.”
In a stunned silence she swings her leg over and pushes off the bed with a huff. She’s moving at a rapid pace as she pulls her clothes back on and storms out of The Office. I follow close behind.
“I’m done, bro. Not having it tonight.”
“Okay.” Rhodes eyes me suspiciously. “See ya,” he says to the girls as he picks up some of their clothes from the floor clothes and hands it them as they lounge on the couch.
“All of us?” one of them whines again. Jesus, these are whiny bitches. How did I enjoy this before?
“Bye,” Rhodes says without an explanation as he opens the door.
“At least Brooks gave us an Uber home,” one of them huffs as she walks outside. I should have
known these jersey chasers fucked him too. They use us just like we use them. There’s nothing special about any of this. It’s fucking meaningless.
“Fucking, Mac. Always the gentleman.” I look at Rhodes and we both bust out in a deep belly laugh.
A few minutes later the oven dings and we share a steaming hot cheese pizza in silence. When we’re done eating and heading to our rooms, Rhodes turns back around.
“Make sure she’s worth it, bro,” he repeats his words from earlier. “She has you twisted.”
“She is.” I nod to him. He nods back. This is the first time I haven’t referred to Maisy as just a bet. I think she really is worth it and it scares the hell out of me. She is pure, different. I need more.
Chapter 15: Maisy
I’m reading The Great Gatsby again. I love that book. It didn’t help me take my mind off Donovan and his request for a tutor though. Can I spend that much time with him and not do something stupid? I don’t know if I can control myself around him. My body has never had this immediate reaction to a guy.
This is completely different than what I felt for Bates when I was fifteen. This is raw and powerful. My insides literally yearn for him. I don’t think I could be around him and not want to touch him… everywhere. Even when he’s demanding, he’s extremely sexy. It actually turns me on. I’ve been so independent for so long that being under someone’s control turned me on something fierce. Part of me wants to tutor him just to be around him, the other part, the sane part, is telling me run away and never look back.
It’s Monday morning and I’m lying on my bed with my book on my chest, thinking of him for the millionth time today. He’s the type of hot that you read about in books or watch on a movie screen. Perfection embodied into a hard exterior. Paul Walker’s head with auburn hair and green eyes on Brad Pitt’s Fight Club body. Delicious.
He’s the guy girls hope they can change, but they never do. He’s rich and entitled and takes what he wants when he wants it. And I want him to take all of me. Shut the fuck up, Maisy.
“Maze?” Millie shouts and snaps me from thoughts of Donovan.
“Yeah?”
She walks into my bedroom.
“You look like hell,” I giggle. She spent all of Sunday hidden in her room, fighting her hangover.
“I feel like I got hit by a train, then scraped up and put into a blender, and then a grenade went off in my head,” she says as she rubbed her temples.
“This is the longest hangover of all hangovers,” I laugh. She’s still hungover from the party on Saturday night. “Well, you had fun, right? Was it everything you hoped?”
“Oh and more!” she shouts and grabs her head again. “Fuck that was too loud. Yes, thank you Maisy. Best night of my life.”
“Really? That’s great!”
“When you went out to the fire, I made out with Colton,” she squeaks.
“The guy from your art class? That’s so great!”
“Yeah, he’s a swimmer too. He is supposed to call me,” she smiles. “Did Blake find you?”
“He did.”
“Did you hook up?”
“Uh, no, he just wanted to ask me to tutor him in lit.”
“What?” She looks disgusted and confused. “Donovan Blake talked to you about school at a Pi Kappa party? Maybe I misread the whole situation.” She taps her index finger over her mouth.
“We both did,” I chuckle. “I gotta head out. I’ve got class then a shift at Holy Sip!. I can’t be late.”
“Have a good day. I’m going to throw up,” Millie says as she exits my room and heads straight for the bathroom.
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“Hi!” I say as I slip into my seat next to Jefferson. “How was the weekend?”
Jefferson is about to answer when Donovan’s voice booms next to me. Everything about him is large and excessive, including his voice. The thought makes me glance down to the crotch of his jeans. I wonder if everything really is large and excessive.
“What did you decide?” he asks gruffly. He looks disheveled and tired. His enigmatic presence still commands an entire room, but he seems off. Angry. Well, angrier than normal. Hungover like Millie, maybe?
“I didn’t yet,” I reply. Jefferson and Phoenix lean over me, not trying to hide that they’re eavesdropping.
“I gave you until class today,” he snaps and tenses his jaw. I check him out because I can’t help myself. His knuckles are scabbing over from where they were obviously split open and bleeding. His hair is messy and untamed, not the usual trying-but-not-tying look – this is just not-trying. His eyes are red from lack of sleep I think.
“What the heck happened to your hands?” I question rather harshly, but reach out to touch him. He pulls back before I can make contact. I don’t appreciate him coming at me so rudely, and it definitely looks like he got into a fight.
“You can swear, Owl. Fuck, you’re infuriating. Ask me, ‘what the hell happened to your hands?’” he snaps again and rubs his temples.
“Well, I’m not going to with that attitude.”
Dr. Winters walks in and Donovan turns to leave to take his seat. “Sorry,” he mumbles as he walks away.
“What crawled up his beautiful, tight ass?” Jefferson whispers.
“I heard he beat up Adam at the Pi Kappa party,” Phoenix chimes in.
“Adam, like Adam Barker, the soccer player?” Jefferson questions. “Did you know about this?” He looks at me.
“No, I had no idea,” I shrug. “He’s moody.” I don’t know what pissed him off between the party and class today. What would make him hurt someone? Maybe no one has ever made Donovan Blake wait.
Chapter 16: Donovan
I should just pay Finn’s tuition right now.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Maisy all weekend. Fuck, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her for the last month. Half the time I forget she’s the subject of a bet.
I’m not planning our wedding or anything, but every time I close my eyes all I picture are her ocean eyes staring at me. I’m going fucking insane. I’ve jacked off a half dozen times to that image since Saturday.
Then I remember she’s a fucking bet, and a surging feeling of guilt overwhelms me. I don’t know when I developed a conscience, but I fucking hate it. It’s keeping me up at night, and I’m a fucking wreck.
I want out of this bet and for my life to go back to normal. Hitting dudes on the football field and fucking hot chicks off of it. Life was simpler before Maisy and this stupid fucking bet. I don’t know if anything will be the same after meeting her though. God damn it! She’s fucking ruining my life. Is this karma?
“Ready to write that check for my tuition yet?” Finn laughs.
“No chance. Get ready to be my bitch,” I reply and brush my unruly hair out of my face. He doesn’t need to know that I’ve repeatedly considered ending this bet early just to get Maisy out of my head and out from under my skin.
“What the fuck did Adam do to you Saturday night?” Stoner asks with a laugh. “He looks like he got hit by a fucking bus.”
“He did – me,” I reply nonchalantly. Everyone laughs and accepts my response because I’m an asshole. Kicking someone’s ass for no reason is not only something I would do, but it is something I have done on several occasions.
After class, I head to Gypsy Juice. I need some caffeine to survive this day and get me through practice. Roommate is there looking all doughy with some artsy-looking people. Figures she’s an art major.
“Hey, Roommate,” I say as I stride up to her and the revolting people she’s with. You’re a superficial dick. Yeah, I know I am and it’s worse when I’m pissed off.
She looks around to make sure I’m really talking to her. The people she’s with have a look of intrigue on their faces. I have never, and would never, talk to these people if I wasn’t desperate at the moment. There’s a food chain at this school which makes me the great white shark, and these people sea urchins.
“Yes, y
ou, you’re the roommate, right?” I snarl. The lack of sleep and mental fuckery has left me on edge.
“Millie,” she offers me her name.
“Sure. So, listen,” I continue. “Where can I find Maisy? Does she have class or…” I trail off, waiting for her to fill in the silence.
“You’re a dick, Blake,” she responds and there’s a gasp from her fugly friends. She’s not wrong though.
“I know,” I reply, unfazed, even though someone of her status should never talk to me like that. “So, where is she?”
“Why are you stalking my roommate?” she asks. “Do you secretly love her?”
What the fuck is with this chick? “She’s supposed to tutor me, and I need to set a schedule,” I offer a half truth. I would like more, but I’m not telling Roommate that.
Millie’s friends giggle at my admission.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” I turn toward them and fake lunge in their general direction. They all jump. Fuckers. Don’t think you can laugh at me. The balance of power has not shifted. “Roommate, I don’t have all day. I have practice soon.”
“Why would I tell you?”
I rake my hands through my hair in frustration. “Here.” I throw $200 on the table. “Coffee for a month is on me if you tell me.”
They all stare at the bills like it’s counterfeit money and the Feds are about to bust down the doors.
“She’s working at Holy Sip! until nine tonight,” Millie says as she pockets the $200. Everyone has a price. My dad taught me that.
I turn and walk off without saying goodbye. I’m pretty sure one of the dudes she was sitting with calls me a hot asshole as I leave. Accurate. Hopefully this my last encounter with them… ever.
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Coach chewed my ass after practice for twenty minutes about beating up a fellow athlete. I guess if I would have kicked one of those art major kid’s asses I would have been in the clear. Adam’s coach called Coach Hayes and told him what I did. Apparently he has a broken nose. Fucking narc. I should kick his ass again just for that.
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