CHAPTER 10: YOU HAVE A HUGE DICK

CHAPTER 10: YOU HAVE A HUGE DICK

ANNA’S POV

The next day, the cafeteria felt like a graveyard.

I sat alone at the far end table, the one shoved against the garbage bins where no one else wanted to sit. The sharp smell of old fries and industrial disinfectant clung to the air, turning my stomach. I poked mindlessly at my pasta, too nauseous with guilt and nerves to eat despite the gnawing hunger in my belly.

All I could think about was yesterday.

William’s big, warm hand sliding down my waist to grab my ass. The way his thick thigh had pressed between my legs as he pinned me against the lockers, kissing me like he wanted to devour every broken piece of me. The low, hungry groan that had rumbled from deep in his chest when I kissed him back. The scorching heat of his body. The mint and gum taste of his tongue claiming mine.

And worst of all Ella. Frozen in the hallway, tears streaming down her face as she watched us. She’d walked away without a word, and I hadn’t chased her. I still had no idea what the hell I was going to say to her and how I was going to say it.

My cheeks burned. I squeezed my thighs together under the table, feeling a dull, insistent throb pulse between them at the memory. Heat growing low in my stomach.

God, Anna, stop.

How could I be replaying the way his fingers dug into my ass, lifting me slightly off the floor, when my best friend’s heart was shattered because of me?

But no matter how hard I tried, all that filled my mind was the swollen feel of my lips afterward and the way my skin still tingled where he’d touched me.

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After the lunch bell rang, I dragged myself through the crowded hallway with my head down. The moment I opened my locker, a big, strong hand slid around my waist from behind, fingers splaying possessively over my stomach and yanking me back against a solid, muscular chest.

I jumped, a sharp spark shooting straight through my body.

William.

His scent was clean, expensive, and dangerously addictive wrapped around me. His warm breath brushed the shell of my ear.

“Hey, girlfriend,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

My face heated instantly. “William… people are watching,” I whispered, painfully aware of the busy hallway around us. I tried to create even an inch of space between us.

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating against my back, and only tightened his hold. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles just beneath the hem of my top, grazing bare skin. Electricity crackled wherever he touched.

“We’re dating now. We can do whatever we want.” He licked his lips. “Come watch me at practice today… babe.”

My heart fluttered wildly. “What time is your rugby practice?”

He laughed, rich and amused. “Not rugby, baby. I swim. Pool at three.”

“Okay… three,” I repeated, trying to commit it to memory while his fingers kept drawing those maddening patterns on my skin.

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I completely forgot.

By the time I remembered and rushed to the school’s indoor pool, it was already 6:15 p.m. The parking lot was nearly empty. Shit. Everyone must have gone home.

I pushed open the heavy door anyway. Thick, humid air enveloped me instantly, heavy with the sharp smell of chlorine and warm mist. The only sound was the gentle lapping of water echoing off the tiled walls.

I was about to walk out when I saw him.

William cut through the water with powerful, effortless strokes, his body slicing like a blade. He wore only tight black swim trunks that clung to him like a second skin, soaked and translucent. The thin fabric left nothing to the imagination, the thick, heavy outline of his cock was clearly visible, pressing against the material with every movement.

My mouth went dry. Heat flooded my face and pooled hot and slick between my legs.

Oh my God.

I ducked behind a thick concrete pillar near the entrance, heart hammering against my ribs. I should leave. This was wrong. All I had to do was sneak out before he noticed.

But I couldn’t move. My eyes stayed glued to the way those wet trunks molded to his powerful thighs and the impressive bulge between them.

Leave, Anna. Right now.

He finished a lap and hauled himself out of the pool in one fluid motion. Water streamed down his broad shoulders, carved chest, and ridged abs, tracing glistening paths over every hard muscle. The soaked trunks clung obscenely to his thick thighs and the heavy weight swinging between them. He looked like a god dripping, sculpted, and raw.

My breath caught. A fresh rush of arousal made me clench involuntarily.

He glanced around, frowning slightly. I held my breath, pressing tighter against the pillar.

Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and shoved them down.

They hit the floor with a wet slap and he was completely naked.

My eyes widened. I couldn’t look away. His cock hung heavy and thick between his strong thighs even soft, it was intimidating, water still dripping from the flushed head. The sight sent a bolt of pure heat straight to my core. I felt myself grow wetter, thighs slick, nipples tightening painfully against my bra.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He turned toward the benches, scanning for his towel the one lying right next to my hiding spot.

He started walking straight toward me, completely naked. Every step made the powerful muscles in his legs and abs flex. Water trickled down his perfect body. I panicked and began backing away slowly.

My foot caught on a loose metal chair.

CLANG!

The sound exploded through the empty pool area. William stopped mid stride, head snapping in my direction.

“Who’s there?” he called, voice sharp but laced with amusement. “Jamie? Tyler? I swear I’ll drown your ass if that’s you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second, heart thundering.

Then I stepped out from behind the pillar, eyes still closed.

Silence filled the room.

I forced my eyes open and William stood frozen, naked and dripping wet, his heavy cock hanging between his legs. His dark gaze locked onto mine. For one unbearably long second, neither of us moved.

Then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips, dark and full of wicked promise.

“Well… fuck,” he said, voice low and husky. “If I knew my fake girlfriend was coming to watch, I would’ve put on a much better show.”

He took one deliberate step closer, water pooling at his feet, eyes never leaving mine. The air between us crackled and my heart drumming aggressively.

“Like what you see, Anna?”