Chapter 20 Caught In The Act
Shawn’s POV
“Shawn.”
The voice echoes in the background far away, muffled like it was coming from somewhere I couldn’t even comprehend.
“Shawn.”
The words didn’t still register as I blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling above my bed, the familiar dull beige paint and the faint water stain in the corner that had been there since the day I’d moved in years ago.
“Shawn!”
I jerk upright instantly, my eyes turning to Avery who had been calling out my name. She stood at the foot of my bed in my dorm room, her hands on her hips, eyes narrowing with a mix of worry and frustration.
“Jesus Christ, where is your head tonight?” she demanded. “You’ve been completely distracted since I got here.”
“I’m so sorry, babes…” I drag a hand through my hair, forcing my expression into something apologetic. “I’m just… lost deep in thoughts about the upcoming match against the Seattle Krakens. Their offense has been insane lately, and Coach is riding us hard on defensive positioning. I can’t stop replaying their last few games in my head.”
The lie tastes bitter as it rolls off my tongue, Avery quickly believed it with a soft sigh and a small nod, but deep down I knew the real reason why I’d been distracted for days now.
It wasn’t about the Seattle Krakens.
It was Rafe.
I still couldn’t get the image of our heated argument three days ago. When he looked me right in the eyes and told me to stay the fuck away from him.
The memory makes my jaw clench tightly as it slams mercilessly into me. One reckless night between us and now I couldn’t get over the feel of his hands, his mouth on my dick.
Fuck!
“Well…how do I look?” Avery’s voice shatters through my thoughts as she steps back slightly, turning slowly for me to admire her well.
The black lingerie she wore was pure temptation — transparent lace cups that barely contained her breasts, sheer panels hugging her waist, and a tiny thong that left almost nothing to the imagination.
The bright light from my dorm room made it even harder for me to unsee. It should have done something…my dick should be hard right now. Instead, I felt… nothing. Just the same, hollow feeling inside.
“You look… sexy,” I forced the words out, trying to look shocked. “Really sexy, Ave.”
A slight smile tugs at her lips, but it is quickly covered by doubt. Before I could open my mouth to say anything more convincing, she climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
She climbed over me, her hands sliding up my bare chest. The lace of her bra brushed my skin as she leaned down, lips hovering near mine.
“You’ve been so busy all through the season, baby,” she whispered, her voice dripping to a low, seductive tone. Her fingers began to trace lazy circles over my abs now as she continued.
“And you’ve barely touched me…I can’t even remember the last time you made love to me, Shawn. I’ve been craving you so badly, and I need you tonight.”
I opened my mouth to resist, to tell her I was tired, that my head wasn’t in the right state of mind right now. Before I could even utter a word, she pressed closer, her lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss.
Her tongue slipped past my lips, sweet and insistent, she didn't give me a chance to recover as one of her hands slid down into my boxers. The next thing I felt was her fingers as they wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly.
She breaks the kiss just enough to whisper filthy things against my ear. “Mmm, there you are… Getting hard for me already. I’ve missed this so much, baby. Let me remind you how good it feels when we fuck.”
Heat shoots through me instantly, not the kind I’d felt with Rafe, but enough. Enough to drown out the memory of his lips on mine, his cock buried deep in my ass while he growled filthy things against my neck.
Fucking concentrate, Shawn!
Your girlfriend is trying to make love to you and you’re thinking of another man!
I flipped us suddenly, rolling Avery beneath me on the narrow dorm bed. Then, I deepened the kiss, letting my hands roam over the lace of her lingerie, pulling them down her shoulders so I could mouth at her breasts.
“Yes…” a soft moan escapes her as she wraps both legs around my waist, guiding my hand between her thighs to feel the slick, wetness of her pussy. “Touch me… God, I need you inside me.”
Before she could say more, I pushed my boxers down, freeing myself. She helped roll the condom on with eager hands, then pulled me back down. I slide into her slowly, savoring the tightness of her core.
A forced gasp tears out of her immediately, nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm at first. I kissed her neck, then trailed down to her collarbone, whispering her name like a mantra.
“Oh! Fuck! Your cock feels so good inside me, baby,” she moaned sweetly, her hips rising to meet every thrust, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass and pull me deeper. “Harder, Shawn…fuck me harder.”
Her words snap something inside me and I beg to quicken my thrusts. But as the pleasure built, Rafe’s face immediately flashed behind my eyes.
The more I thought of him…of his cold words to me, the way he had made me beg — the harder I thrust into Avery. My hips snapped forward, driving deeper and faster inside her wet pussy.
“Oh god…yes! Shawn…right there…fuck, you’re so deep!” Avery’s moans grew louder, shameless, thundering across the entire dorm room that I feared someone might hear us.
My thrusts grew harder now, chasing the proof I needed, that Rafe meant absolutely nothing to me. The sheer force of my thrusts rattled the headboard, rattling it hard against the wall as Avery’s legs tightened around me, her body trembling as she began to slowly reach toward release.
“Yes…don’t stop…I’m so close—”
I was lost in her moans now, thrusting into her in brutal, punishing strokes—
BANG!
The sound of the dorm room door suddenly swung open without warning, forcing us both to flinch. Avery’s eyes flew wide instantly, my head snapping to the doorway to see a familiar figure standing in front of it.
Holy crap!
Rafe stood there, the dorm room keys still in his hands. His eyes flicker onto us just for a second, onto me still buried deep inside Avery, her legs wrapped around my waist. Then it drops down to her lingerie and my clothes scattered across the floor.
For one terrifying second, none of us moved. Something dangerous flickered across his face—anger, disgust, maybe even hurt, but he quickly masks it into cold indifference.