Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A Beautiful Crescendo

Ruby

I meet up with Charlie since we are presenting the app I designed for the Riverside Rockets to the social media coordinator of the hockey team. Her name is Alice and Charlie can’t stop talking about how amazing she is. Designing the app worked out well since it fulfilled an assignment for one of my classes and it’s helping Charlie, who is my best friend, solidify her social media role for the team. It was Charlie who researched the idea of Augmented Reality. Essentially, users can choose a player on the team, then choose a location of their choice and place the players in that location. They can also choose what the player is wearing, and choices can range from jerseys to varsity jackets. After we present the app to Alice, Charlie and I are left alone.

“You’re so lucky you get to travel with the team,” I tell her because I would love to be able to watch Macklin play and have private time with him in a hotel.

“I guess.” She shrugs. She had been secretly hooking up with the captain of the team but now that the school administration heard rumors circulating, there is an investigation going on and Finn and Charlie have been staying away from each other.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Charlie since I see something is weighing heavy on her.

“It’s nothing,” Charlie replies.

“Charlie, you can’t lie to me,” I insist, feeling like the biggest hypocrite because I haven’t shared my own life-changing experience with my best friend. I even lied about meeting with a group off campus yesterday when Macklin and I got back from Saugatuck. We obviously walked in the house at different times. Macklin went straight to campus from the bus station, and I went to the hockey house feeling completely exhausted and excited over our incredibly romantic day.

We chat for a few more minutes and Charlie shares her fears about the dean finding out about her and Finn. I try to make her feel better, but I don’t think I’ve done a very good job. I head out of the sports complex and bump into my brother and Macklin. I say a quick hello before running off to class. The interaction is a little awkward now because I can’t stop thinking about how Macklin made me come so hard yesterday. I was seeing freaking stars and I want it to happen again, only this time he has to let me touch him.

I make it on time to my first class, but my head feels like it’s in the clouds. When my class ends, I head to Cup of Java. I need some coffee, stat. I text Briar and Annie to see if they are close by and they are. We meet out front.

Annie hugs me. “Is everything okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, why?” I reply as I hug Briar too.

“Charlie said you ditched practice yesterday, and you’ve never done that… like ever. She thought maybe you weren’t feeling well,” Annie says.

“I saw Charlie last night. I told her I had to meet with a group on a project. The thing is due before Thanksgiving and my group was getting pissed at me because I never have time to meet,” I explain, lying through my teeth.

“Ah gotcha,” Annie says.

We get in line and order our coffees. Then we all head to our classes.

By eleven I receive a text from Macklin.

Macklin: Yesterday was nice.

Me: I want it to happen again.

Macklin: We can’t run off to Saugatuck every day.

Me: You know that’s not what I meant.

Macklin: You mean you want another orgasm.

Well, he just says it like it is.

Me: I want to give and receive.

Macklin: I have a fifty-minute break. Do you want to meet me at the Strout Library. Third floor, book stacks at the back right corner.

Me: How many girls have you taken there that you’re giving me a precise location.

Macklin: None. Are you coming?

There is no way I am saying no to making out with Macklin.

Me: Be there in ten.

As I walk through the busy pathways between buildings, excitement pushes me to walk faster. I think of how perfect yesterday was with Macklin and how good it felt to be close to him all day, from resting my head on his shoulder on the bus ride to him getting me off on the king-size bed of that amazing yacht. Every part of me is rushing to get to Macklin faster. I want to kiss him and drop to my knees and suck him off.

“Ruby?” Hayden says, pausing in front of me. “Where are you off to in such a rush?”

Guilt spikes inside me. “Um, I’m on my way to the library to get some work done in between classes. This semester is kicking my ass.” I smile innocently.

Hayden nods.

“Where are you going?” I ask him.

“I’ve got a class. We need to talk later. I’m in Wisconsin for a game this weekend. I spoke to Abuela, and she wants all of us to stay with her and Mario next weekend,” he says of our grandmother, who is sixty-eight years old and now living with her boyfriend.

“Okay, we’ll meet up tonight,” I assure my brother.

He nods. “See you later. Have a good afternoon. Love you.”

“You too, love you,” I reply.

Hayden and I have always been this way. We were always close. Always concerned for one another and we always told each other how much we loved each other. It was something Abuela also encouraged us to do. Our family is small and we cherish what we have.

By the time I get to the third floor of the library, my heart is beating fast and I am out of breath. I find Macklin leaning against a bookshelf, looking perfect in a Riverside U hoodie and a pair of jeans.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he says.

“Sorry, I bumped into someone,” I tell him, not wanting to mention Hayden’s name because it will only make him feel bad about what we are doing.

“Okay,” he replies, and he removes my backpack from my shoulders and places it on the floor. Then his hand comes up to my neck and he kisses me. There is an urgency in the way he kisses me that wasn’t there yesterday, almost like he is impatient to see me again. The feeling is mutual as my arms wrap around his neck and I kiss him back with the same fervor.

“Someone will see us,” I whisper, breaking the kiss.

His hands travel up my top to the skin on my back. “It’s the classical Sanskrit section, no one study’s this stuff, Periwinkle.”

“And how did you know about this section?” I ask him.

“Because last night when I was lying in bed, all I could think about was kissing you again and so I googled the most uncommon subject to learn in university.”

I laugh. “You’re adorable.”

“Don’t call me that.” He winces. “You can call me handsome or hot, but adorable is not a good thing.”

“I think it’s a very good thing.” I nibble on his lower lip. “How exactly can we make out here?”

“I can lean you against the bookcase or we go down to the floor, which I know isn’t the cleanest, or maybe one of those study desks over there.” He points to a desk that has a chair in front of it and has a divider around it for privacy.

“The study desk it is,” I reply.

He sweeps me off my feet and I squeal. “Hush.”

He places my behind on the desk and stands between my thighs. We kiss again. I know he’s bending his knees to be level with me and I push myself to get closer to him, my hands running over his back. I reach forward, popping the button on his jeans and lower his zipper.

“Not yet, Periwinkle.” He stops me.

I frown.

“Take off your leggings,” he orders with a deep, demanding voice that makes me hotter. I know we could get caught but I am not thinking straight. All I am thinking is how good he made me feel yesterday and how I want that feeling back.

I do as he says but keep my panties on.

“Sit back on the desk,” he instructs.

I hop back on the desk, and he spreads my legs and drops to his knees. “Mack, what are you. . .” He pushes my panties to the side and he buries his head between my thighs. I grip the sides of the desk for support as he begins to lick me. I’ve never felt anything so good before. The heat of his tongue against my most sensitive parts is exquisite. I don’t even know what is happening, but this feeling is pure ecstasy. My breaths pick up fast and I moan.

“What is happening, Mack? It feels too good.” My eyes flutter shut.

“Just go with it,” he advises. He’s been such a good teacher thus far, so I lie back and enjoy the ride.

I grip his hair as his tongue flicks my clit and my hips move at a frantic rhythm. I have lost all coherence and all I can do is chase this exquisite feeling. It builds and builds and then it feels like I’ve reached a beautiful crescendo, a surge of intensity that I ride and ride.

“Hush,” he warns. “If you scream too loud, they’ll hear you on another floor.”

“It’s too much, Mack, I can’t take it. . .” He inserts a finger inside me and rubs his tongue up and down from clit to my seam. My eyes roll back and all I can do is hold the walls of the desk as he completely shatters me. I am not as quiet as I should be, but I don’t seem to care. I ride the ecstasy as his wicked tongue drives me over and over the edge. This orgasm is more drawn out than yesterday, it leaves me a wanton mess. Macklin stands and holds me in his arms as I process what just happened.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding worried.

“I’m more than okay. What was that?” I ask, feeling dumbfounded.

“That was me eating your sweet pussy,” he replies.

“I don’t even know what to say, I think that just killed all my brain cells.” I laugh.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. He cups my face in his hands and then he is kissing me. I taste myself on him and there is something erotic and intimate about what is happening. His cock presses into me and all I think about is having him inside me, but I know Macklin and he isn’t taking my virginity in a library.

“Now it’s your turn,” I tell him.

“Rubes, you don’t have to,” he insists, shaking his head.

“Mack, that’s all I could think about last night. I want to suck your cock so badly. I need it, Mack.”

“Holy crap, I think I just leaked a bit.” He grins, looking heated.

“Sit on the desk for me,” I tell him. He does as I say, and I slip my leggings back on. His jeans are already open, and he lowers them along with his boxers. His cock is perfect, smooth and thick. I grip him in my hands, enjoying the velvety texture of his skin. He is so hard and so big; I don’t know how I will suck all of him in my mouth. I drop to my knees and wrap my mouth around him. I lick the tip of his cock and make my way down, swirling my tongue around his length and suctioning a little as my head lifts. I start a bobbing motion and his fingers thread through my hair.

“That feels so. . . Agh,” he moans.

Something about making Macklin lose himself to ecstasy makes me feel powerful. He is always in control. Always calculated and in this moment, he seems to have lost control and it’s because of me. I pump the part of his cock I can’t get into my mouth.

“Cup my balls,” he directs.

I do as he says, and he makes the sexiest, deepest sounds that just spur me on. I bob my head faster, increasing the suction on the way up.

“Periwinkle, I’m going to come. Damn, your mouth is downright sinful,” he warns. His eyes are fluttering, and his abs are tightening.

“I need you to come in my mouth. I have to taste you,” I tell him because it feels like there is no other choice. I need it as much as he does.

He lets go and he comes in my mouth, his body stiffening as a grunt leaves him and he moans, followed by a, “Fuck yes.”

When he is done, he pulls me up off my knees and pulls me into him. We just hold each other for a few minutes as his breathing regulates.

I lean back and look at him. “I like the library.” I grin.

“The library is a really fascinating place,” he agrees. “I need to be spending more time in the classical Sanskrit section.”

We both laugh.

I look at the time on my watch and my eyes widen. “Shit, I need to be in class in five,” I tell him.

We both scramble to get ourselves together. I use a scrunchie I have on my wrist to put my hair up since Macklin had his fingers going through it, and now it looks like a big mess.

“Is there a restroom up here? I need to clean up. I can’t walk into a classroom smelling like. . .”

“Sex,” he finishes my sentence.

“Yeah.”

“Come, I saw one by the elevator.” We grab our backpacks and both of us head into the bathrooms.

We meet outside.

“I kind of liked smelling like your pussy, but I get why that may be a problem in the middle of the day,” he teases, his gray eyes twinkling with mirth.

I smack his chest and laugh.

“We should head downstairs separately,” he suggests. “Just in case we bump into someone. I feel like we are both sporting I just got laid vibes.”

“Good call,” I agree with him.

He leans in and gives me the most tender kiss. It makes butterflies flutter in my belly. I’ve never felt like this before. All the other kisses I’ve had were mediocre at best.

“Have a good rest of the day. I know I will.” He winks.

I grin stupidly.

“Bye, Mack.”

“See you later, Periwinkle.” He presses the button for the elevator so I take the escalator and I stop on the second floor for a couple of minutes.

I hate walking into class late, but I have no choice because I don’t want to miss the lecture.

I head into class and take a seat at the back, so I don’t disturb anyone. My phone vibrates with a message from Charlie.

Charlie: I’m screwed. Had to quit.

I answer her on my laptop since I feel like it’s rude to text on my phone.

Me: Oh no. I’m in class.

Charlie: I’m fine. It was meant to be. I’m going to Annie. Please don’t tell your brother or Finn where I am.

Me: I won’t. I’ll be in touch after my class.

I feel terrible for my best friend. She went after her heart and now she’s paying a high price for it. It makes me think of my situation with Macklin. I know we are only casual. He’s helping me out because he is a good guy, but I’ve always had a crush on him and I don’t know if I am able to separate my feelings from the physical attraction I feel toward him. After everything we’ve done, I can barely look at him without blushing. I’m blushing now in class just thinking about him on his knees in the library.

No, Ruby, don’t think that now.

I have to go home later and discuss my Thanksgiving travel plans with my brother, and it would be better if I didn’t have a perma-smile on my face.