by Liv Reid
I’m still sore from last night and as I take a seat, I wince slightly. Mace’s eyes shoot to me. He stares at me intensely, like he can read my mind and knows exactly why I’m wincing. A wicked smile spreads across his lips, and I have to look away as heat rushes to my face.
Don’t think about sex with Mace. Don’t think about sex with Mace. Don’t think about sex with Mace.
We start to eat, and it’s awkward as hell. The food is delicious—like it always is when Jess and Marty cook—but I have trouble tasting it because I’m so on edge. I just want everyone to get along, and I know I’m putting my friends in a weird position by having Mace here.
We’ve spent our entire time at Winterford getting picked on and made fun of by people like him, and now I’m having sex with one of them and bringing them home for dinner. I get why my friends are uncomfortable and confused—hell, I don’t even understand it myself and I’m the one living it.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment in the evening when it happens, but slowly the meal starts to turn. It starts out painfully awkward, but by the end of it we are shockingly having a good time. My friends could sense Mace’s phony charming act and when he finally drops it halfway through, they start to open up.
Near the end, I look around at everyone, and it’s so surreal. The big quarterback of the school in my little apartment, laughing with my friends. He looks so out of place but also exactly where he’s supposed to be, all at the same time. It’s hard to explain.
I’m just thinking about how he looks more delicious than the food when I feel his warm hand on my thigh. I jump slightly, but then try to pretend nothing is happening so my friends don’t get suspicious.
For the rest of the evening, he strokes my thigh through my jeans. And from then on, I’m too distracted to add much to the conversation.
38
Sadie
We make it to the end of dinner with no one getting kicked out and no food being thrown, so I consider it a win. We finish off our slices of the delicious pie Mace brought and as we are wiping our mouths, he thanks everyone for a lovely evening. I can tell my friends are being sincere when they tell him they had a nice time too. It warms my heart way more than I ever would have imagined.
“Sadie, walk me out?” he asks.
“Sure.”
He takes his hand off my thigh and we stand up. I notice he has to subtly readjust his pants.
I slip on my shoes and walk him downstairs to the front entrance. I still can’t believe he was able to spend an entire evening with my friends. This is a completely new side of him.
I’m glad he asked me to walk him out because I didn’t want to say bye to him in front of everyone. I’ve wanted to kiss him all night, and I don’t really need my friends to see that.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually had a good time.”
“Me too,” he says, but I can tell he’s distracted.
He’s looking around, particularly in the security guard’s booth next to the front door. I look over and notice it’s empty, and there’s an “On patrol. Be back shortly.” sign on the desk. I feel him push me insistently towards it.
“What are you doing?” I ask in confusion, but I don’t have much time to react because Mace is quickly pushing me into the security office.
“Being considerate. Didn’t think you’d want to suck me off around your friends. They’d definitely hear what we are up to.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he mumbles, and then his lips are on mine.
He wraps me up in his big arms, and his hands roam my body.
“All during dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about these lips.” He kisses me even harder. “Fuck, your lips are so hot. I can’t stop imagining them wrapped around my cock.”
Warmth blooms in my core and wetness pools between my thighs, even as I shake my head.
“We can’t do that here.”
“Oh come on.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Quickly, get on your knees before he comes back.”
I roll my eyes, but it’s like my body has a mind of its own because I find myself kneeling in front of him. I look up at him in surprise.
His eyes are darker than normal, practically black.
“Yes,” he breathes out.
His crotch is right in front of my face, and I can see from the bulge in his pants he’s already rock-hard. I involuntarily lick my lips, and he thrusts forward with a hiss.
He can’t wait any longer and quickly unzips his pants. His large member pops out right in front of my face.
My eyes bulge. It looks massive from this angle. There’s no way I can fit even just a quarter of it in my mouth.
I stick out my tongue and lick the precum off the tip. There’s a deep rumble in his throat, which calls to me in a primal way.
Suddenly, I’m not thinking about how wrong it is to do this in here, or about how we could get caught. I’m not thinking about how he’s too large for me to fit in my mouth, or how he’s probably had a million blowjobs way better than this. My body just takes over and pushes all those thoughts to the back of my mind.
I take the head in my mouth and suck gently. I smile in satisfaction when his knees wobble slightly. I start taking more in, moving my lips around his hard flesh.
By the time the tip hits the back of my throat, he’s practically panting.
“Tease,” he growls, frustrated at my slow pace.
I just look up at him innocently—with his cock still in my mouth. He stares down at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, then I speed up, and he throws his head back in a silent howl.
I bob up and down, trying to take as much as I can but not able to fit more than a third of it inside my mouth. I use my hand to wrap around the rest of his shaft and start pumping. I grip on to his leg with my other hand to keep myself steady.
His fingers wind their way into my hair and start influencing the rhythm of my bobbing head, pulling me deeper. He involuntarily thrusts to the back of my throat and my eyes start watering. He’s so lost in pleasure he doesn’t even notice.
My knees are starting to get sore, but I ignore them. Right now, I don’t care about anything but the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth and his hand on the back of my head. I can’t believe how turned on I am. Who knew giving a blowjob could be this hot?
The motions of his hips start to become less controlled, more erratic. He’s close. I make sure to lick as much as I can with each bob of my head and pick up the pace slightly.
I hang on as his fingers tighten sharply in my hair.
“Your mouth is so fucking hot,” he pants.
He pulls me deeper. I let out a squeak of surprise and brace my hand on his hip to keep him from gagging me.
With a low groan, he starts coming down the back of my throat. I quickly swallow, as I continue to milk him with my other hand. He holds my head firmly, desperately, in place until he’s done.
He lets me go, and I pull back with a gasp. I’m left panting at his feet, but I can’t help sticking my tongue out to lick the last drops off the tip.
His sharp intake of breath makes me look up. He’s looking down at me like I just blew his mind—as well as his cock. The look on his face makes heat flood through my body. It makes me feel powerful.
He reaches out his hand. I take it and he pulls me up off my sore knees and onto my feet.
“That was—” he starts, but just then we hear footsteps coming.
My heart jumps up into my throat. What if someone catches us? I pull open the door and hurry out of the room, wiping my mouth as I go.
I nearly bump into the security guard as I rush out. He looks down at me quizzically, but when Mace exits his office a second later, it clicks. He frowns at the two of us but doesn’t say anything. He just marches into his office, shuts the door, and I hear the lock turn.
“That was mortifying,” I groan.
Mace laughs loudly and pulls me outside.
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“Who cares what that guy thinks,” he says.
“I do! I have to see him every day. I don’t want him to know I used his office to suck some guy off.”
“Some guy?” he asks pointedly.
“You know what I mean,” I mumble.
“Come back to my place.”
He moves closer, pressing in to me, and the warmth from his body is a welcome relief from the cold November air. It feels like it’s going to snow soon.
I want to. I want to go back with him and spend another night in his bed, but I can’t. I don’t know if my mind—or my body—could handle it right now.
“I have to help my friends clean up. I can’t, Mace.”
“See me later.” He says it as a command, not a question.
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, he kisses me deeply. He steals my breath away so I can’t protest.
Eventually, he leans back, and my eyes slowly blink open.
“Bye, gorgeous,” he says, and then he’s gone.
I watch him walk down the path into the dark. The mountains glow in the moonlight far above him.
My head is all foggy, and my body is buzzing. I’ve never felt this way before. What the hell is happening to me?
39
Sadie
The next couple of weeks feel like I’m in the twilight zone. Mace and I start going everywhere together, but this isn’t like before where we were forced to, we are actually choosing to spend all of our time together.
He still kind of drives me crazy—it’s not like his personality changed overnight. He’s still sarcastic as hell and pushes my buttons like no one else. He’s still kind of a douche at times, but I can tell he’s trying hard to be what I want and it’s endearing.
He also drives me crazy in the bedroom too—in all the right ways. The sex is insane. I never imagined I could have a connection like this with someone.
I can tell all the girls at school are jealous. I see it in their eyes when Mace and I walk through campus together with our hands intertwined. But he doesn’t even notice, or if he does, then he doesn’t give any indication. He’s used to girls staring at him. They’ve been doing that his whole life.
The school ended up dropping my cheating case and said I’m free to go back to class. I don’t really know what happened because they only told me they were dropping the charges and that was it, but I’m just so grateful I’m not getting kicked out of school that I’m not going to complain.
I do have to make sure I keep myself squeaky clean, though. I’m on even thinner ice than I was before when they were forcing me to keep Mace out of trouble. I can’t afford to get into any fights, so I have to be on my best behavior—but now that Britney and her gang aren’t bullying me anymore, it’s not too hard to stay out of trouble.
I’m pretty sure Mace has a lot to do with them leaving me alone, and I’m grateful to him. Now, I can just concentrate on my studies without worrying about standing up for myself all the time.
It’s already early December, and the snow is falling outside and blanketing the campus in a sea of white. One day, I find myself walking out of class, reviewing my notes as I go. Our lecture was a tough one, and I don’t think I fully understood some of the concepts. I’m absorbed in my notes, so I barely notice the people rushing passed me in the busy hall. Suddenly, I feel a tug on my hand.
I look up, startled, and see the handsome quarterback giving me a winning smile. Despite being startled, I can’t help but quickly grin back. He has an infectious smile that could light up any room.
He then backs me into a corner and kisses me breathless. My textbook slips unnoticed from my hands, but the loud bang when it hits the floor brings me back to reality.
I pull back while he pushes harder into me. He reluctantly lets me go, and I bend down to pick it up.
“Do you know how expensive these are?” I ask in a playfully scolding voice. “Have to be careful with them.”
“What do they cost?” he asks while leaning against the wall casually. His hands now in his pockets. “A thousand dollars or something?”
“Per book?” I ask incredulously.
He shrugs.
“You’ve never bought your own books, have you?” I ask with a laugh.
It’s so weird to see how different our lives have been. He’s never had to worry about money—probably never even looked at a price tag in his life—so he doesn’t understand how expensive things are for regular folks. He probably has an assistant buy all his course books for him at the start of each semester—then never bothers to open them. All those books are just sitting in his room, completely brand new and probably still in their plastic wrapping. We live in such different worlds that sometimes it feels like we are different species.
It’s now I realize he’s looking at me with a mischievous smile on his face.
“What?” I ask, but he’s already pulling me into an alcove.
When he grabs the knob of the janitor’s closet door, I finally realize what he’s doing. He’s trying to reenact that time I blew him in the security guard’s office. I dig my heels in. He stops and turns to look at me impatiently.
“I have to head to class,” I remind him.
He should also be heading to class. We still have the same course schedule. He’s been better about going to class, but still not great. I’m not sure if I can get in trouble for his crappy attendance, but I don’t want to find out, so I tell him he’s coming with me. He groans and pouts.
“Come on. You can be a little late,” he says.
“We. And we can’t, because we both know it won’t be ‘a little’.”
He gets that smug grin on his face that used to drive me insane—and still does a little. I roll my eyes and tug on his hand.
“Come on, quarterback.”
He lets me drag him down the busy hall crowded with students. This is our new normal now, and it feels surreal, but natural, all at the same time. And even though this thing between us is still so new, I don’t want it to end.
40
Mace
We head down the hall together, hand in hand. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but I’ve never felt like this before, never cared about a girl like this.
She still drives me crazy—but in the best possible way. I just can’t get enough of her. Her sexy little body. Her snarky attitude. Her intelligence. Her laugh. All of it. She’s my drug, and I’m an addict. I want her every second of the day. When I’m away from her, I can’t stop thinking about her. And when I’m with her, I can’t stop touching her. This whole thing is crazy, but I’m already falling so hard I can’t imagine being without her.
I squeeze her small hand, and she looks up at me. The smile she gives me melts my heart. I want to make sure no one messes with her ever again—even though I know she’s a badass and doesn’t need my protection.
I got them to drop that stupid cheating accusation against her. All I had to do was to threaten the school administration—and then bribe them. My heart constricts painfully when I think about how I put her through that. What is this feeling? Guilt? I don’t have a lot of experience with that emotion.
She looks at me again and smiles. Now her smile makes my heart hurt in a different way. I’m lying to her, and it makes me feel like shit. She deserves better, but unfortunately I can’t give her better right now—or maybe ever.
This whole thing is so fucked up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but what I do know is that I don’t want to think about it right now.
I shake my head sharply. I just want to enjoy the feeling of her hand in mine, and the smile on her face when she looks at me. I can deal with everything else later.
We walk out of the building and into the chilly air. I put our intertwined hands into my pocket so she’s not cold—and so I don’t have to let go of her hand.
We head down the path, and then I stop dead in my tracks. Sadie’s hand slips from mine as she keeps going for a step longer before stopping. She looks ba
ck at me quizzically.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
Delilah.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” I tell Sadie, not taking my eyes off the woman standing next to the car with the dark, tinted windows.
“Is everything okay, Mace?” Sadie asks.
The sound of worry in her voice kills me, but I can’t do anything about that right now.
“Everything is fine. I just need to take care of some stuff. Head to class, and I’ll see you later.”
I need her to leave. I try to sound serious so she won’t question me, but inside my heart has dropped to the pit of my stomach.
She hesitates.
“Mace—”
“Go,” I tell her sternly.
I don’t like speaking to her this way, but I need her to go. I keep my eyes fixed on Delilah because I can’t handle looking at Sadie’s face right now. I know if I look at her and see the hurt in her eyes, it’ll shatter me into a million pieces, and I need a clear head to deal with this Org bullshit.
Sadie turns and walks away without another word, and I can’t help but call out, “See me tonight.”
She doesn’t answer, and it makes my heart drop even further.
Delilah cocks a manicured finger at me, beckoning me over. I’ve never been one to avoid a beautiful woman before, but now all I want to do is run in the opposite direction. I want to go grab Sadie and then the two of us run away together from this fucked-up situation I’ve gotten us in.
But I don’t. Instead, I walk towards Delilah and the dark car. My feet feel like they weigh a million pounds as I drag them across the cold concrete. There’s no one else around. All the students have scattered, like they somehow sensed how dangerous Delilah is.
As I walk up, she opens the backseat door. She doesn’t say a word, but I know she’s telling me to get in. I slide into the warm car, and she joins me. She slams the door shut, and we immediately start moving.
