Chapter 03: Wet Imaginations, Amor.

GRAHAM.

I clicked the hotel room door shut with a firm snap, the sound sealing my domain for the night.

I dropped onto the massive king-sized bed, the mattress sinking perfectly under my weight.

I grabbed the bottle of wine from the nightstand, poured a generous glass, and took a slow sip.

The rich, dark liquid warmed my throat as I leaned back against the headboard, letting my thoughts sharpen like skates on fresh ice.

That bottle rolling toward me during the game downstairs hadn't been random.

My so-called teammates had probably orchestrated it, hoping to knock me off my captain's perch.

They hated me, always had.

The guys resented how I dominated the rink and every locker room conversation.

The girls, though? They loved me, which kept the balance tipped firmly in my favor and I would do whatever it took to stay the hockey alpha.

Kill for it? Without hesitation as long as it involves being the hottest guy on campus with total power.

Even the female lecturers made excuses to get close when they needed satisfaction, their eyes betraying them the moment I entered a room.

I savored another sip, the wine's warmth spreading through me as I thought about my two dares from that ridiculous game.

The first one was kissing the IT girl's captain which isn't a problem because Maddie would do anything for a taste of me, desperate to carry my scent like a trophy. I'd handle her later.

The second dare required a video of me fucking a girl with glasses.

It was a bit complex because most nerds with frames would scatter at my approach, whispering about how dangerous I was, how I only hit and run.

But fate had dropped a cheap purple hair and cowgirl boots solution right into my lap.

Who the hell dressed like that?

She was a walking pandemic, an annoyance I needed to fuck and file away.

Still, I hoped she would deliver in the cowgirl position.

My phone rang on the bedspread, cutting through the quiet.

I glanced at the screen, my smirk deepening into something sharper as I snatched it up and answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Her voice sounded hesitant on the other end.

"Your wet imaginations, amor," I replied, my tone smooth and laced with that edge I knew would unravel her.

Silence stretched out.

I could almost see her cheeks flushing, those cheap emotions of hers twisting around my words like a vine.

It was always the least attractive ones who crumbled fastest.

Predictable and entertaining.

"Graham??" she finally breathed, surprise mixing with unmistakable hunger.

"Never beating the allegation, huh?" I chuckled lowly. "Come over to room 306 now."

I ended the call without giving her a chance to respond.

Her voice already irritated me, I didn't need pointless chatter.

I just needed to complete the dare, secure the video, and move on.

Rising from the bed, I stripped off my shirt in one smooth motion, my muscles flexing under the room's warm lights.

I admired the definition in the mirror, broad shoulders, carved abs, the physique of a champion who owned every space he entered.

A silent knock sounded at the door shortly after. Perfect timing.

I crossed the room and opened it, my smile confident and predatory.

She slipped inside quickly, her eyes wide behind those glasses.

I shut the door firmly, the lock clicking into place like a declaration of ownership.

I walked over to the nightstand, poured another glass of wine, and took my time with it.

"Why did you choose to help me?" she asked, her voice was steadier than I had anticipated but still threaded with curiosity. "What's your gain here?"

I stared at her for a long moment, letting the silence thicken between us.

Her gaze drifted openly over my bare chest and abs, tracing every line as if she couldn't help herself.

The glasses did nothing to mask the heat burning in her eyes.

She was greatly attracted to me, devouring the sight like a starving woman.

Of course she was.

They all were.

I stepped closer without answering, reaching up to loosen the clip that held her hair.

Purple strands cascaded down around her shoulders in a soft, unexpected wave.

Leaning in, my breath ghosted against her ear as I whispered, "Take off those glasses."

She obeyed instantly, setting them aside to reveal massive blue eyes that locked onto mine with raw, open hunger.

Her lips parted, glistening as she bit the lower one lightly.

Who wouldn't look at me like that?

I tilted my glass deliberately, pouring a thin, cool stream of wine down the front of her top.

The fabric soaked through immediately, turning sheer and molding to the full curves of her breasts.

Her nipples hardened visibly beneath the wet material, begging for attention.

"Your nipples are hard," I observed, my voice was low and commanding. "Take off your clothes. Get yourself wet in the bathroom and come join me in the bed exactly that way."

She nodded eagerly, like the eager puck bunny she clearly wanted to be for me, and disappeared into the bathroom.

While she was gone, I moved quickly, pulling my small camera from my bag.

I positioned it carefully across the room on a shelf, angling it to capture the entire bed while keeping it discreetly hidden in the shadows.

Evidence secured.

Dare fulfilled.

The bathroom door opened moments later and she returned completely bare, her skin glistening with water that traced tantalizing paths down her body, over her full, heaving breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips.

She looked far better than I'd expected under the lights, her purple hair damp and clinging to her shoulders.

Water droplets sparkled like diamonds on her flushed skin.

"I've gotten myself wet," she said, her voice breathy and bold. "Now it's your turn to make me wet."

"Mm, I like that," I replied, desire surging through me fueled by my own unchallenged superiority.

I pulled her onto the bed, my hands claiming her slick body with possessive strength.

I kissed her hard and deep, my mouth dominating hers as my tongue explored and conquered.

She moaned into the kiss, arching against me desperately.

My fingers trailed down her wet skin, cupping her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples until they peaked even harder.

I moved lower, my mouth following, tasting the mix of wine and water on her flesh while my hand slipped between her thighs.

She was already soaked, hot and ready for me.

Her hands roamed over my chest and abs with worshipful touches, growing bolder as she reached for my belt.

I let her undo it, shedding the rest of my clothes to reveal my hard, throbbing cock.

Her blue eyes widened with a mix of awe and lust.

She pushed me back onto the pillows then, straddling me with surprising confidence.

Her wet heat hovered over me for a teasing second before she sank down slowly, enveloping me inch by inch in tight, velvet perfection.

I groaned deeply, gripping her hips and guiding her rhythm as she began to ride me.

Her purple hair swayed wildly, her full breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips.

The sensation was incredible....slick, gripping, and intensely hot.

I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together in a raw, powerful rhythm.

One hand tangled in her damp hair while the other worked her clit in firm circles, drawing sharp cries from her lips.

"Fuck, you're tighter than I imagined," I growled, flipping us suddenly so I pinned her beneath me.

Now fully in control, I drove into her deeper and harder, hitting that perfect spot with every punishing thrust.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my back as she urged me on. "Graham... yes... harder," she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure.

I obliged without mercy, pounding into her with the relentless power I brought to every game and every conquest.

Sweat mixed with the water on our skin, making everything slippery and primal.

I leaned down, capturing one hard nipple in my mouth, sucking and grazing it with my teeth while my hips maintained their devastating pace.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving marks that only fueled my arrogance. She was mine to use, mine to make shatter.

The tension coiled tighter in my core, her inner walls fluttering around me as she neared the edge.

I could feel my own release building fast.

"Cum for me," I commanded roughly, my voice thick with need. "Let me feel you break."

She shattered first, her orgasm ripping through her in intense waves.

She cried out my name, her body clamping down around me so tightly it dragged me over with her.

I thrust deep one final time, groaning loudly as I came hard, pulsing hot and thick inside her.

We rode the climax together, bodies locked and trembling, breaths ragged and synchronized in the aftermath.

For a few heartbeats, we lay there, chests heaving, skin flushed and slick with sweat and water.

The intensity of it lingered like victory on the ice.

Then, the host's voice boomed from the hallway outside, shattering the haze: "It's time, Brentford! Gather together, the game has ended, and we'll be reporting the results in five minutes!"

The words cut through the room, snapping everything back into sharp focus.

Tension crackled in the air as I processed what came next....the video, the dare completed, and my position as alpha still firmly within reach.