The Hockey Bully’s Fuck Toy Pt 2

Chapter 2

“Why did you take so long?” Ethan asked, adjusting his glasses as a faint frown crossed his face.

“I—uhm, nothing really,” I stammered, forcing a nervous giggle. My heart was still racing, and I just wanted this conversation to end before he noticed… anything.

Ethan was one of my closest friends on campus… well, my only real friend. He wanted us to be more than that, I knew, but I didn’t have the energy for boys. Especially not sweet, patient ones like him.

He stood tall but slender, a little awkward in his own body. His round glasses made his green eyes look even larger, and freckles dotted his nose and cheeks like a constellation. His brown hair fell messily over his forehead, soft and boyish. He was every bit the nerd I was, gentle, shy, and far too good for the kind of thoughts that had just run through my head minutes ago.

“Professor Matthews is going to assign our partners tomorrow,” Ethan said, breaking into my thoughts as his gaze wandered around the room.

I sighed and leaned back against my vanity. “Ugh, I hate group projects.”

“I know,” he replied with a small laugh, taking a slow step closer.

My pulse skipped. He was moving toward the wall. That damn wall.

The one I’d just oh god.

I straightened up quickly, trying to think of something to say, something to distract him. But my mind went completely blank.

Ethan’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head slightly. His nose twitched, looking at the wall.

The faint scent of something sweet and musky caught his attention, and his curiosity was piqued. He traced the moisture on the wall with his finger, his brow furrowing as he tried to identify the source. 

As he turned to face me, his eyes widened, and his gaze intensified. I stood before him, my body tense, my cheeks flushed, and my breath coming in short gasps.

"What... what is it?" I asked, my voice trembling as I cringed under his scrutiny.

Ethan's finger hovered in the air, the moisture glistening in the soft light of my dorm room. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing as he savoured the scent. A sly smile spread across his face, and he opened his eyes, locking them onto mine.

"Wow, Sophie," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Is this...?"

My cheeks burned hotter, and I looked away, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just... water from my hair. I must have dripped it when I was drying off."

Ethan's smile widened, and he took a step closer, his chest brushing against my ample breasts. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as his nearness overwhelmed my senses. His lips grazed my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

"Did you think of me when you were fucking yourself?" he said, his voice coming out like a squeak.

My eyes squeezed shut, my body betraying me as He leaned into me, my hand gripped the vanity for support. "Ethan, we really can't," I protested weakly, even though my pussy throbbed with need from what I was doing earlier.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against my neck. His hands roamed over my body, his mouth nipping at my skin, leaving a slimy trail in its wake. 

I bit my lip, my eyes squeezing shut as I imagined Zack's piercing blue gaze watching me and not Ethan’s glasses. The fantasy fueled my desire, and I moaned softly, my body arching into Ethan's.

His kiss was fierce, his tongue demanding entry as he crushed his lips against mine. His hands gripped my waist, sliding down to cup my bare thighs, his fingers inching closer to my wet core. 

The kiss was hungry, desperate, his lips bruising mine as his tongue tangled with mine, tasting my arousal. His groan vibrated against my mouth as he thrust his hips, his cock twitching against me.

With that, my eyes flew open, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt his fingers hover dangerously close to my pussy.

His breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he murmured against my lips. "Fuck, Soph, I've been dreaming of my hands in that tight virgin pussy of yours," he whispered, his apology laced with raw need.

I sighed. Ethan wasn’t the man I wanted, and I refused to use him as a distraction. My hands cupped his face, my gaze locking with his light green eyes. "I wish I could, Ethan, but... I don't know," I said softly, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

Ethan's expression crumbled, his hands tangling in his hair as he pulled away from me, making me stumble. His eyes were pained, his voice cracking as he spoke. "It's okay, Soph. I... I have to go. I've got someone to tutor," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before I could even tell him goodbye, Ethan slammed the door behind him. The sound echoed through the room, rattling the bottles on my vanity.

I blinked rapidly, my pulse still racing, trying to drag myself back to reality. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy, and I realised I was still sitting there, glued to the chair, legs parted, completely dazed.

“God…” I muttered under my breath, snapping out of it.

I scrambled up and searched for a rag, the heat of embarrassment crawling up my neck. When I finally found one, I dropped to my knees and started cleaning the mess I’d made on the wall, the evidence of my earlier unholy acts.

My eyes burned. Tears stung at the corners, threatening to spill, but I forced them back. I wasn’t about to cry over this. Over him.

Still, the frustration pressed at my chest. I was annoyed at Ethan for barging in, at myself for being reckless, and most of all, at Zack Carter. Because somehow, even when he wasn’t here, he was still ruining me.

Tomorrow, I’d probably get paired up with some spoiled rich kid who didn’t care about the project or the class. Someone who’d look at me like I didn’t belong. Typical.

I tossed the rag aside, straightened the scattered bottles and makeup on my vanity, and let out a dry scoff. My reflection looked back at me, flushed cheeks, messy hair and eyes a little too bright.

“Pathetic,” I whispered to myself.

I peeled off my long skirt and tossed it onto the chair, reaching over to set my alarm for the morning. The room felt quiet again, too quiet, the air heavy with the faint scent of vanilla disinfectant and cum

My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. Zack’s picture still glowed on the screen, that same grin, the one that drove me insane. I stared at it for a moment, my chest tightening, before placing the phone face down.

“Get out of my head,” I mumbled, even though I knew it was useless.

Crawling under the covers, I took one last look at his photo… just one more until my eyes grew heavy, and the darkness pulled me under.