ℂ𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖

⚠️ You can be my first ⚠️ pt 3

     Will makes a sort of smug, proud face down at me through clenched teeth, which ticks me off. Why isn't he exploding with moans and gasps like I am? Why is he the only one who can keep quiet? Does it not feel as good for him as it does for me? It's not fair. 

     "Not everyone is as loud as you, Cooks," Will breathes in my ear, as if he can tell what I'm thinking. Of course he can. He always could. We've been on the same wavelength ever since kindergarten, and it's like we can read each other's minds. It's not only a one-way connection, like it is with Rage...

     No, I can't be thinking of him right now! Especially not when I'm in bed with another guy. But now that I think about it, I've been scum lately. Kissing my childhood best friend in front of my actual boyfriend, then getting sad that he's being all distant and running away from class for a long time, and then having sex with said childhood friend. It's really soap opera worthy how I've managed to act like such a nympho without even meaning to. But here I am, so I might as well make the most of it. God can strike me down later for whatever dozen sins I'm committing right here. I don't think I could stop myself.

     Without warning, Will grabs my legs and props them up roughly on his shoulders, allowing for him to get deeper inside of me. For a moment, I'm breathless, and when I finally do start breathing, it's a strangled whimper. Wow, even my voice is overwhelmed from the pure bliss being done unto me. The sheets under me lay flat from my vice grip on it, not providing any stability. Desperate for something to hold, I grab his forearm, digging my nails into it like there's no tomorrow. Will lets out a surprised groan, but he doesn't object to it, which I take to mean that it's okay to use him as a kind of pillar.

     Then, Will suddenly grabs my waist and roughly turns me around, so that my face is turned to the bed, and he enters me again, from behind. I yelp in a breathy sort of way, feeling the pleasure grow by at least tenfold and instinctively grabbing my pillow and clawing my nails into that instead of his arm. I bury my face into it so it muffles my whimpers, which are increasingly growing louder and louder. It might be the middle of night classes for most people in my dorm building, but still, I wouldn't want anyone to hear me. Plus, I might start screaming any moment now; I can feel Will's control slipping every moment, and his movements get faster and more haphazard. 

     His hands are gripped around my waist so tight, I know it's gonna leave marks for a while after we're done. 
"Fuck..." Will groans in my ear, his breathing heavy as he speeds up his pace. "Cooks...I'm gonna..."
"Not in me-" I manage to get out between moans and pants, gritting my teeth again. But I'm with him on this one, I'm feeling quite on the edge as well.
Without warning, Will grabs my chin and lifts it up roughly so that my head is cocked all the way back, meeting his lustful gaze.
"Told you to trust me on this one, didn't I?" he grins, and his expression is nothing but pure cockiness.

Date: September 14 20XX
Location: Upper Lake Female Dorm (Swan Building), London, UK
Time: 7:31 PM (BST)
POV: Rage

      I trudge through the quiet hallways of the girls' dorm, not wanting to be here at all. But Cat left her spare keys for the dorm on my nightstand that night she came over, and I'm pretty sure she'd like them back. 

     I don't know why I'm taking time out of my day to go and deliver her crap for her, but I just don't feel like even opening my texts, let alone typing something out to her. Maybe I have too much free time on my hands. I should really get a job or something. Not that it would make much of a difference in my current financial situation anyways. 

     I did also want to talk to her for a bit, let her know casually that her only source of tuition payment will be cut off in a few days. Yeah, that's right, I'm gonna stop paying for that fucking freeloader's school bills. Seriously, I'm retarded. Why'd I even do it in the first place? Jesus. Let her have that Russian fucker pay for it since she seems to like him so much more. What, was I just her goddamn wallet or something? Stupid goddamn fucking bitch. Thank god we didn't fuck for real that night. Imagine my first time being with that slut. My skin crawls just thinking about it. The only thing tolerable about her is her looks. Dumb bitch. 

     (I'm trying to delude myself.)

     The dorm elevator opens onto the 3rd floor, the main hallway looming in front of me. I step out and turn to my right, heading down the corridor to find room #304 where she stays. As I approach the door, I hear something that just makes me pause. It sounds like a whimper. A female whimper. In fact, not just any female. It sounds like Cat.

     I just stop where I am, unable to move because when I say I'm in shock, I'm in shock. Here I thought she was all depressed and whiny and isolating herself from society. But no, here she is, getting absolutely destroyed by some random guy. 

     Wait, scratch that. That's not a rando. 

     I can't hear this shit anymore, so I do a complete 180 and turn to leave the building. I'll shoot that bitch a text later if I don't end up blocking her number out of pure spite.