"I just can't for the life of me understand what they're saying!" Maddie erupts into giggles and clutches onto her sides, the screaming of Devin's music echoing into the dressing room.

It's been an hour and we still haven't moved from the couch. Maddie is full of giggles, and it's addicting. I never thought I'd ever see her high, but surprisingly it's going very well. She's adorable.

"And I know." She pants, trying to catch her breath from the laughter. "I know that some people are into this music, and I respect that, but what in the hell?"

Now I can't help but laugh as she's crying from how much she's worked herself up.

"Oh my god, I'm horrible." She says. "I'm being mean."

"You aren't being mean." I chuckle. "It's like nails on a chalkboard."

"It is, isn't it?"

She lays down so that her head is in my lap, humming a song I'm unfamiliar with. I start to play with her curls until she suddenly stops and giggles again.

"What?" I smile down at her.

"Being high is fun."

"It seems it. Kind of wish I was high with you."

"Well why aren't you?"

"Because someone has to take care of you and your crazy self right now." I laugh, and she gasps super loud like she's offended. "And I'm an athlete, so I can't risk being drug tested. It's not worth it."

"Right." She nods. "I forgot you're going to be famous in a year or two from your big and fancy football career."

"If." I correct her. "I still don't know for sure if I'll get drafted."

The thought about getting drafted or not eats away at me. It's all I can think about lately, and when I let out a sigh, Maddie notices and grabs onto my hand. Her head is still in my lap, an innocent and concerned expression written across her face.

"You don't think you will be?" She asks.

"It's not that, I just worry about what will happen if I'm not. It seems like everyone is counting on me to get drafted, and I don't want to let anyone down."

"Who? Your dad?"

"And you." I shrug.

Maddie sits up and straddles my lap, hooking her arms around my neck. It amazes me that even when she's high she's still concerned about my wellbeing.

"You're not going to let me down if you don't get drafted, Cam." She smiles and starts to play with the ends of my curls. "If you do then I'll be so proud of you and I'll get all of the merch I can for whatever team it is you're drafted to."

I laugh, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

"But if you aren't." And then she holds my cheeks with her hands and gives me a quick kiss. "Then we will pick a place we want to live and go there as soon as I'm out of med school. Instead of me being the trophy wife, you can be the trophy husband."

"Oh yeah?" I smile harder and give her another kiss. "And you'll be happy with that?"

"As long as I'm with you." She replies honestly, and suddenly the tone of the conversation has grown serious. "You seem to forget that I fell in love with the Cam who used to collect pokemon cards, not the big shot football Cam. Not that I don't like that version, but I don't need it. I just need you."

How the hell did I get so lucky? I can't seem to find anything to say to that because I know she's right. She loves me for me, and if I don't get drafted it won't be the end of the world because I'll have her.

She giggles again, her blue eyes seeming not all the way there. They're a cloudy blue instead of crystal clear.

"I love you." I whisper, tuning out the horrendous music that's seeping in through the door. "So much baby girl."

"How much do you love me?" She asks, a playful grin toying at her mouth. Bringing her lips down to my ear she whispers, "enough to fuck me on this couch?"

"Maddie." I laugh from how unexpected this is, but then again, it's Maddie. She's always surprising me.

"What?" She tilts her head to the side before she traces her fingertip along my jawline. "You don't want to?"

"It's not that I don't, but you're high right now, and I-"

"Oh my god. Really, Cameron? Do you honestly think I wouldn't consent to this in the morning?"

She has a point, but I'm still going to be cautious.

"What happened to bad boy Cam?" She asks seductively. She's still straddling my lap, and she leans forward so that her tits are almost right in my face. It's like that little crop top is begging me to take it off.

"You think I'm not like that anymore?" I ask.

"I think..." She trails off, and my hard on comes on uncontrollably. "That your girlfriend is asking you to fuck her and you're just sitting here talking instead of fucking. What does that tell you?"

She has no idea how badly I want her. From the expression in her eyes she wants it rough. She wants dominant me.

"It tells me that you're right." I smirk that devilish grin that I know will make her weak at the knees. It always does. "You think I haven't thought about fucking you since we stepped foot in this room?"

"Mmm." She giggles. "There he is."

I run my fingertips along her bare thigh and glance up at her, loving the way her breathing quickens. "You think I haven't thought about putting my hands up this skirt?" I ask, and I feel the lace of her panties, wetness already waiting for me. "I'm still that bad boy you want, Maddie."

Taking her by surprise, I pick her up and twist her to the side so that her knees are on the couch, her back facing me. My hard on is straining so much against my jeans that it's almost painful, so I un-do my belt to give myself some more room.

"I want you face down, ass up." I tell her sternly, and she complies with no hesitation. In seconds her ass is up in the air, and I hike her leather skirt up to her waist so that I can enjoy the view. I see the wet spot on her panties from behind, but I tug them down so that they're around her knees, selfishly taking in the view. She's glistening right before my eyes.

I want to give her so much pleasure until she can't take it anymore. I don't care about the stupid music that's playing, or about the fact that the door to this dressing room isn't even locked. If someone comes in then so be it.

I begin by placing gentle bites along her spine, working my way up to her neck, and then to her earlobe. Goosebumps are everywhere on her skin right now, and she's practically panting for me.

"Please." She begs.

"Please what?" I whisper into her ear.

"Fuck the shit out of me. Please."

"I can't make it that easy on you though, right?" I smile against her skin, placing more kisses down her back. "You want the bad boy me, and that means I have to tease you."

"No." She shakes her head. "Don't tease. Please."

I bend down behind her and spread her cheeks with my hands, hearing her gasp. "What?" I laugh. "You think you're going to get a Brazilian wax and have me not enjoy this part of you too?"

Before she can reply, I stick my tongue right into her ass, hearing her cry out in bliss. I tease her hole with my tongue, circling around it repeatedly before I run it down to her pussy, pleasuring her there as well.

She's moaning so loud, but I don't care. I love how vocal she is, and we have no reason to keep it quiet.

I shrug my jeans and briefs down and reposition myself so that I'm in front of her again, giving her ass a loud smack. She cries out in pleasure.

"Give me your hands." I instruct, and again, she does exactly what she's told. Her head is twisted to the side so that she can breathe, her cheek pressed against the cushion of the couch as I grasp onto her wrists.

I thrust deeply into her, making sure not to keep my motions gentle. She wants it rough, so that's exactly what she's going to get.

I'm still a bad boy, but it's just for her. What she doesn't realize is that I strive to be whatever she wants me to be. I aim to please her in all areas, no one else.

Her pussy is so wet and warm that I bite down onto my lip to try and remain in control. It's hard though when she does this to me. I just want to worship her.

As I pick my motions up, gripping tightly onto her wrists, I watch as her ass recoils against me, giving it another loud smack.

"Oh, fuck!" She cries out as I pound into her, never easing up. I want her to come. I want her to come so hard that her legs shake.

"Yeah, let me hear you." I mutter. "Let me know how much you like it, baby."

I keep smacking on her ass, sinking my nails into it as I pound her skin against mine. In seconds I hear her call out my name as she unravels, the wetness immediately rushing onto my dick. Oh, fuck.

"Fuck, yes baby girl." I moan and throw my head back. "I love it when that pussy comes for me."

She's winding down from her orgasm, and all of a sudden she abruptly sits up and pushes me onto my back so that I'm sitting again, sinking down between my legs so that her knees are on the carpet. I immediately know what she's about to do.

"I want to feel your come all over me again." She says boldly before she sticks her mouth right onto my dick, taking it all the way down to the back of her throat. She stays there for a couple of seconds before she comes back up for air, and the look in her eyes is breathtaking. It's sweet, it's innocent, it's so damn hot.

"Oh yeah?" I'm hardly able to reply. "Where do you want it?"

"Mmm." She giggles, clearly still high as a kite as she grasps onto my dick and begins to stroke it. "I want it all over my face, my tongue... my tits..."

Oh, god.

"I can't do that if I can't see them." I glance down towards her crop top, and she quickly takes the hint and strips herself of her bra and shirt, remaining in just that little leather skirt of hers. "Fuck, baby." I pant and reach out to grasp onto one of her breasts. It's so big and warm in my hand. Her breasts are incredible.

She strokes me faster, her breasts moving with the speed of her hand. I can't keep my eyes off of them. I want to cover those tits of hers again. Those are mine.

"Fuck I'm close." I mutter, and the feel of her hand is so damn soft.

She's so dirty for me, so damn hot that it's almost intolerable. She's fucking me in a dressing room, not even caring that someone could walk in at any given minute.

"I want to taste you." She moans. "I've missed your come."

I bite down hard onto my lip as she sucks my dick again, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue swirls around and around, and it begins to feel so good that my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Oh, you're gonna get it, baby." I pant and clutch onto her head. "Fuck, come here."

"Give it to me." She pleads and sticks her tongue out right next to my dick, stroking me rapidly. She knows just what to say to put me over the edge. "Give it to me, daddy."

Oh, fucking hell.

I erupt all over her from the nickname, and she jumps back as come gets into her hair, onto her tongue, onto her tits, her face, everywhere.

"Shit!" I cry out, clutching her head when she tries to pull away. "I'm not done yet, baby. Come here."

I move my hand against myself, shooting out more onto that sweet, sweet tongue of hers.

She smirks after she swallows me down, swiping her finger across her breast to get the rest. She puts that finger right back into her mouth to suck it, never losing eye contact with me for a second. I'm short of breath from how turned on I am, from how dirty this girl is.

My girl.

"The nickname was a nice touch." I chuckle. "You certainly know what you're doing, don't you?"

She shrugs as she slips her bra and crop top back on, fastening her skirt back into place before she says, "guess I just had a good teacher."

"That you did." I agree. "And I must say, you're the best student I've ever had."

She falls back into my lap and kisses my lips. "I better be." She mumbles and then looks around before she giggles again. "My college experience went pretty good tonight."

"Was it?" I ask. "I know this concert definitely wasn't what you were expecting to do, but there's no frat parties since it's break, so this is the best I could do."

"It's the thought that counts, Cam. I got to spend tonight with you, and that's all that really matters. I don't think I'm going to get high anymore though. I feel... loopy. Like the room is spinning. It's not what everyone cracks it up to be."

I shrug my jeans back up and re-fasten my belt before I stand to my feet and pull her up with me. "Let's go get some ice cream or something."

"You want to leave? What about the after party?"

"Do you want to stay here any longer? Devin is my roommate, he's awesome, but his music is going to make my ears bleed if I listen to this another minute."

"Fair enough." She replies, but when she takes a step she trips over her own two feet and falls to her knees. "Oh god!" She erupts into another fit of giggles. "Okay, maybe I'm a little bit more high than I thought. The room is spinning again!"

I sink to my knees in front of her, unable to wipe the smile off my face. "Okay, no more drugs for a very long time." I chuckle. "What am I going to do with you? Are you okay?"

She nods and laughs even harder when I pick her up into my arms.

"Okay, skip the ice cream. I think we're just going to go home."

"No!" She whines. "I want some now that you said it. You can't just offer me ice cream and then take the opportunity away. How unfair."

"Fine." I admit in defeat. "But we're just going to pick it up and take it home. Okay, druggie?"

She swats me on my chest, and this time I'm the one who erupts into a fit of laughter. This may be a long night ahead of me, but there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Even if that does mean I'll be picking her up off the floor until tomorrow morning.

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