Page 15 of Game Changer (Hidden Attractions #2)

Ethan

I’ve always been someone who prefers to stay at home.

Bingeing movies or listening to music is more my thing than being stuck at some party with people who don’t really care about getting to know me.

Over the years of attempting to cope with anxiety, I’ve come to learn that protecting my peace is more important than anything else.

I’ve learned to say no when my mind is overwhelmed, which is precisely why I told Leo I wouldn’t be joining him in his attempt to sneak into a sorority party.

I don’t want to run into Maya, who inevitably will attend after her shift at Happy Endings. She never misses a party, especially one that everyone on campus has been talking about for the past week.

A part of me wants to walk her back to the dorm after work, but I don’t want to embarrass her if she’s meeting up with friends or something.

She’s not mine to take care of, but whenever I’m near her, I can’t help but take on that role.

Being friends with her again is nice, but that yearning to pull her against my chest and kiss her doesn’t fade no matter how hard I try.

I’m taking a break from my Fast I always have been.

Shame fills me when I slip my sweatpants and boxers down to my knees, release my cock, wrap my hand around it, and give it a hard tug.

A bead of liquid has already formed at the tip, a representation that I never had a chance at overcoming this torturous situation in the first place.

Even though it’s wrong, I can’t help but wonder what toy she’s using.

Is it a vibrator? A dildo? What does she need to bring herself a mind-blowing orgasm?

I’d like to think I know her, so I imagine it’s a vibrator that’s pink and girly.

I wonder if she likes it on her clit or if she’d prefer it inside her.

I wonder if she likes to finger herself at the same time.

I’m panting while I continue to stroke. My release is seconds away, but that’s not surprising since it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve done this. Sharing a bedroom with a roommate and showering with other dudes will do that to a person.

I want her in here with me while she does this.

I want to watch her use that toy, or better yet, join her while she uses that toy.

I wonder if she’d like to use it on her pretty little clit while my fingers curl deep inside of her.

Or would she like my tongue? I’ve never done that with a girl before, but I’d like to try with her.

Fucking hell .

I stroke myself harder and throw my head back on the pillow.

Her face when she came on my cock fills my head.

It’s an image I’ll never forget, and right now, I use that as my motivation to fuck my hand over the edge of no return.

The hottest fucking squeal echoes from the other side of the wall, and that’s my detonator.

I shouldn’t be coming with her, but that’s exactly what I do.

I fist my cock and let the ropes of come stain my sweatpants and the sheets beneath me, groaning and working myself until I feel completely empty.

The sound of the vibrator shuts off a moment later, almost as if she was waiting for me to finish.

I don’t doubt she heard me. I wasn’t quiet the first time and don’t plan on starting now.

But it still makes me feel gross to have gotten off listening to her when, despite what I assume, she never verbally told me she’d be okay with it.

And why would she be okay with it? She ended things and has yet to explain her reasoning.

For all I know, she was asking for privacy, and I just invaded a very intimate moment for her.

One by one, the thoughts barrel in.

You’re not good enough.

You’re worthless.

She didn’t want you then, and she doesn’t want you now.

Maya Garcia has always been unattainable, and this is nothing but a painstakingly brutal reminder.