Semua Bab Breaking The Ice Between Us : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The morning after drinking never hits me soft.I woke up with my mouth dry as the damn desert, tongue heavy, head pounding in a rhythmic thud that felt like someone was using my skull as a fucking drum. My sheets were twisted up around me like I’d been in a fight with them. My arm was hanging off the bed, fingers barely grazing the empty bottle of water I must’ve dropped sometime in the middle of the night.I groaned, rolling over to bury my face into the pillow, hoping it’d just knock me out again. No such luck.I wasn’t even fully conscious yet, and I already hated everything.For a good ten minutes, I just laid there, eyes closed, brain foggy as hell, letting the weight of last night sink in. Me, drunk off my ass. James sitting across from me looking like I’d told him I was secretly a lizard person or some shit.The way his jaw dropped when I said the word OnlyFans still made me cringe. I hadn't meant to tell him. I hadn’t meant to say anything, really.But liquor loosens lips, and

The locker room was thick with that sharp, musky cocktail of sweat, wet gear, and ego bruises. Everyone was either stripping down, chugging water, or dissecting their plays like they hadn't just barely scraped through with a win. I didn’t say shit. Just sat on the bench, jersey half off, chest still heaving from the final period, my eyes locked on the floor like it owed me something.Andrew had made a goddamn clown outta me. And the worst part? He didn’t even gloat about it.James dropped next to me, tossing a towel over his head. “Well, that was fun,” he said, voice light like he wasn’t soaking in the fact that a freshman just skated circles around his captain.I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. My mouth felt dry like cotton, and my head buzzed with too many curses and replayed moments.“Hey,” James nudged me with his elbow. “You alright?”“Yeah.” My voice was rough, gritted between my teeth.He gave me a look, one of those half-knowing smirks that said ‘you’re lying but I’m too tired to pu

“Fuck!” I groaned as Marco swallowed my cock between his lips. I clenched a fistful of his hair and thrusted deep into the soft mouth surrounding me, Marco shut his eyes at the impact.FUCK YES!That was more like it.I clenched my fingers and shoved my cock deeper into Marco’s throat, and kept thrusting deeper and deeper until I came.But before I even had the chance to bask in my orgasm, Marco raised his head, and licked his well-fucked lips.I smirked. That was cute.I flipped him over, ignoring the fact he was yet to recover. That didn't master, I was already revving it up for round two.Now flat on his stomach, he grunted as I came back down over him and pressed his head against the couch. My hand clamped a tight fist around the base of his neck as his ass squeezed my cock when I tunneled deep inside him.“Fuck! Captain!” He cried out.But I didn't say a thing.There was no need for words when the rhythm between us was loud enough. The sound of skin meeting skin, the rustle of cl

Class finally let out, and I swear I could feel the relief ripple across the room like a collective sigh. The second the professor closed his laptop, everyone scrambled like they were escaping a burning building. I slung my bag over one shoulder again and shoved my phone into my pocket, ready to disappear before anyone decided I was interesting enough to talk to. I wasn’t in the mood to entertain, flirt, or fake-smile my way through small talk. But of course… “Hey, Captain, wait up!” I barely held back my groan as I turned my head slightly. Malik. The guy who sat next to me. He was pushing through a couple students, waving at me like we were old pals. Great. I slowed down just enough for him to catch up. “You really came to class today, huh?” he said, breath slightly hitched. “Didn’t think I’d see the legend in the flesh.” I gave him a lazy glance. “Yeah, well. Gotta keep you all on your toes.” He chuckled like that was the funniest thing anyone ever said. “Guess it’s true.

I went to the bathroom.Turned the shower on, let the steam fog up the mirror, stripped without thinking—shirt, jeans, boxers—and stepped in.The water was hot. Too hot.It hit my shoulders like a warning shot, and I hissed but didn’t move. I needed it. I DESERVED it. Let it burn the day off my skin, every unwanted stare, every half-said thing I couldn’t claw back from my throat earlier. I braced my hands on the tile and just stood there. Let my head hang low, water soaking through my hair and dripping off my jaw.I thought about the dent in my bumper.I thought about how fucking pathetic I must’ve looked, yelling at a stranger for something I didn’t care about. I thought about how Andrew hadn’t even looked surprised when I slammed him into that wall the other day.Like he’d expected it.Like I was always going to lose it, and he’d just been waiting for the moment.That thought cracked something in me. And not in a poetic way.In a way that made my chest tighten, and my throat go dr