6. Michael

6

Michael

I barely slept that night. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all centered around Addison. I needed to make sure she was safe. So, I followed her when she left the party, keeping my distance but always within sight.

The streets were quiet, save for the occasional passing car. I trusted my teammates, but with Addison, it felt different. She was vulnerable, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I needed to protect her.

After she pulled into her driveway, I drove back to her place, settling somewhere down the block. From there, I had a clear view of her house, hidden by the shadows of the night.

A soft glow illuminated one of the upstairs windows. Her room, I assumed. I found myself driving closer, parking right out front, still hidden by the darkness. It was irrational, but I couldn't help it. I needed to see her, to know she was okay.

I watched as she moved around her room; the light flickering with her movements. It was comforting, knowing she was safe inside. But it also stirred something within me—a longing, a desire to be there with her.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This wasn't about me. It was about Addison. She needed someone to look out for her, and tonight, that someone was me.

I couldn't get the taste of her pussy out of my mind. The sweetness of her, the way she quivered beneath my touch. It was intoxicating, and I craved more.

My hand moved to my jeans, unzipping them slowly. I didn't bother checking to see if anyone was out, didn't care if anyone could see me sitting in my car. I pulled out my throbbing cock, the ache for her growing stronger with each passing moment. I could still taste her, even now, the memory of her lingering on my tongue.

I closed my eyes, images of her flashing through my mind. The way she looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. The way she moaned when I touched her, her body trembling beneath my fingers.

I began to stroke myself, my grip tightening as I thought of her. I imagined her there with me, her soft hands replacing mine. I could almost feel her touch, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft.

My breath hitched as I pictured her lips wrapped around me, her tongue teasing the tip of my cock. I groaned, the sensation of her mouth on me almost too much to bear.

I stroked faster, my movements becoming more urgent as I thought of her. I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building within me. I wanted nothing more than to be inside her, to feel her warmth surrounding me.

As I continued to stroke myself, my mind wandered to the feel of her skin beneath my hands, the way it felt when I ran my fingers up her thighs, or when I gently cupped her breasts. I could still hear her voice, her soft murmurs and moans, urging me on, guiding me to pleasure her in ways she had never been touched before.

My hips bucked against my jeans, my cock throbbing with each stroke, the image of her spread before me, her legs apart, begging for me to take her virginity, to be her first and only. My eyes squeezed shut, and I could feel each sensation coursing through my veins, the fire of the moment igniting within me.

I thought of the way she tasted on my lips, her essence still lingering, a sweet reminder of the passion we shared, the passion she didn't recognize as coming from me. I could feel her heat still between my legs, the memory of her wetness coating my fingers, the sound of her moans filling my ears.

I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls rising, as I continued to stroke myself with fervor, imagining her legs wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my cock pulsating, straining against my hand, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

As the climax approached, I could hear her voice again, soft and breathy, urging me to release, to let go and give in to the pleasure. I groaned, my body trembling as the waves of ecstasy washed over me.

"Fuck, Addison, yes," I moaned. "Take it. Take my dick."

I came hard, my cock jerking in my hand as I sprayed hot streams of come against the inside of my car. The sensation was overwhelming, the image of her still vivid in my mind, her eyes locked onto mine, her body writhing beneath me.

Finally, I came down from the high, panting heavily as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through my body. As I slowly recovered, I realized I had been holding my breath, and I let out a long, shuddering sigh.

I wiped my hand across my forehead, feeling the dampness there from a combination of sweat and the stickiness of my release. I sat there for a moment, my mind still swirling with the images and memories of what had just transpired.

As I began to regain my composure, I took a deep breath and slid my pants back on, zipping up the fly and smoothing down the fabric over my still-hard cock. I didn't bother cleaning up, just started the car to drive back to my dorm.

I needed sleep. And then, I'd come back and check on her.

I groaned as the pounding on my door jolted me awake. My head throbbed from the previous night's activities, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the fog from my brain. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and groaned again. It was only 8:00 AM.

My dorm room was a mess, clothes strewn about the floor, empty water bottles littering the desk and nightstand. The walls were adorned with posters of my favorite hockey players and bands, and my trophies from high school hockey sat proudly on a shelf above my desk.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching my arms above my head. I was only wearing pajama pants, but the dorm was heated, so I didn't bother putting on a shirt. I padded over to the door and opened it, only to find Eren standing there.

"Can you talk?" he asked, brushing past me into the dorm without waiting for an invitation.

I closed the door behind him and turned to face him. "What's up?" I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

Eren paced back and forth across the small room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I need to talk to you about Addison," he said, his voice tight.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. "What about her?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He sat on the edge of my bed, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. He took a deep breath and blurted out, "She's a virgin."

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I know that," I said slowly, trying to understand where this conversation was going. "We talked about this last night."

He stood up and began to pace back and forth across my small dorm room. "I don't do virgins," he said, his voice tight.

I leaned back against my desk and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yes, I know that," I repeated, my tone nonchalant.

Eren stopped pacing and looked at me, his eyes pleading. "Well, I don't know what to do about it," he said.

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Break up with her."

Eren's eyes widened in shock. "Break up with her?" he repeated.

"Yes," I said, my voice cold. "Break up with her and find someone else. I'm positive you'll be able to find someone just as willing."

He shook his head. "I can't do that," he said.

"Why not?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't tell me you actually like her."

Eren looked away, his jaw clenched. "You don't understand," he muttered.

I took a step towards him, my eyes narrowed. "Oh, come on, Eren. You're only with her because you didn't know she was a virgin, and you wanted to fuck her. And now that you know she is, you're acting like you care. If you need to fuck, break up with her and find someone else. I'm positive you'll be able to find someone just as willing."

Eren's eyes met mine, and I could see the desperation in them. "But I want her," he said.

I shook my head in disgust. "You don't want her, Eren. You want to possess her. There's a difference."

Eren stopped in his tracks, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on me. "If she wasn't a virgin, it'd be fine," he said, his voice laced with frustration.

I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my anger in check. "But she is," I said flatly. I didn't want to talk about Addison's virginity, not with anyone. Especially when it belonged to me.

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Obviously," he said, rolling his eyes. He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. "Maybe if someone took her virginity..." he trailed off, a sly smile spreading across his face.

I stiffened, my heart racing. What the hell was Eren talking about? There was a glint in his eye that I didn't like, a look that made my stomach churn.

"Yeah, that's it," he said, turning to face me. "Someone just needs to fuck her and then it'll be fine."

I felt my blood boil. "What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Eren shrugged, his eyes cold. "I need someone to fuck her," he said. "If someone takes her virginity, then I can fuck her and it'll be fine."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you saying you want someone to fuck your girlfriend and you'd be fine with it?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger.

He rolled his eyes. "It's just sex," he said. "It won't mean anything."

I felt my fists clench even tighter, my nails digging into my palms. "You're unbelievable," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "You can't just use someone like that."

He shrugged again. "It's not like she's going to be a virgin forever," he said. "Someone's going to fuck her eventually. Might as well be someone who knows what they're doing. And once she's not, she can just get back with me."

"Like it's just that easy?" I growled.

His gaze narrowed, his brow furrowing in suspicion. "Why do you even care?"

My jaw tensed, the question striking a nerve I hadn't expected. "I've known her for a long time," I managed, my voice tight with the need to keep my distance, to maintain the facade of nonchalance.

Eren scoffed, his disbelief evident. "You've barely even talked to her. She mentioned she thought you didn't even notice her in school."

A humorless chuckle escaped my lips. If only he knew. If only he knew she was all I saw, all I thought of. My world was consumed by her presence, even before I tasted her sweetness, before she became mine. Now, the thought of her belonging to anyone else, especially Eren, was like a punch to the gut.

"Who?" I managed to force out, the word rasping against the dryness in my throat. "Who would you ask to…to do that?"

Eren shrugged, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "Well, someone I trusted, obviously," he mumbles, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I don't actually know. I hadn't thought that far into it."

A knot of apprehension tightened in my stomach. "What if she says no?"

His head snaps up, his eyes hardening. "Then…then I guess I'd have to break up with her," he said. "I don't do virgins. Even if it is Addison. If she wants to stay with me, she'd have to lose her virginity before she could be with me."

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, the weight of Eren's proposition heavy in the air between us. His gaze held mine, unwavering, as if he were challenging me to respond.

"Actually," he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I was thinking of asking you."

"Me?" The word slipped out before I could stop it, a reflex born of genuine surprise.

Eren nodded. "I trust you," he declared with a firmness that belied the absurdity of his request. "I know you're not going to try anything with her after. You're my friend. If it should be anyone, it should be you."

I gave him a long look, taking in the desperation on his face, the anxious twitch in his jaw. This just might work out in my favor. My mind raced with possibilities, with plans half-formed and quickly discarded.

"So," I began slowly, drawing out the word as I considered my next move. "What you're saying is you want me to do it. And if she says no, you're going to break up with her?"

He nodded again. "That's about the gist of it."

"I don't know," I said, feigning doubt as I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. The truth was like a siren song in my head—I couldn't have asked for a better situation to fall into my lap. Either way, Addison would be within reach.

"The only thing I ask," he said, his eyes fixed on mine, "is I want to watch."

I narrowed my eyes, the muscles in my jaw clenching. The thought of anyone else seeing Addison that way made my skin crawl. That was something sacred, something that should be reserved between her and me—no one else.

"And if she says no to that?" I asked, my voice low and even.

"She won't," he replied with a confidence that irked me. "If she agrees to be with you, she'd want me there."

I considered my options, the wheels in my mind turning at a frantic pace. This might be the only way to have her, to finally claim her completely. I could worry about everything else later—Eren's perverse request included.

"Fine," I said after a long moment, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "I'll help. But only if she agrees."

His face broke into a grin, and he clapped me on the back with a little too much force. "Perfect," he said. "I owe you one."

He turned and left my dorm room without another word. I watched him go, his steps heavy and assured down the hallway.

No , I thought as the door clicked shut behind him, you won't be around long enough to pay me back.