Maddox’s breath caught as she slipped quietly into the bathroom, the heavy wooden door thudding shut behind her. Her study group was still scribbling away in the conference room, oblivious to her absence. She couldn’t help the mischievous giggle that bubbled up from her chest.
Leaning against the cold tile wall, Maddox pulled her phone from her pocket and slipped in her earbuds. She opened the video chat, the familiar faces of her classmates filling the screen. A few looked up in question as her audio connected, but she just waved sheepishly.
“BRB, gotta pee!” she typed quickly in the chat, earning a few responding thumbs up.
Maddox set her phone on the counter and shimmied out of her jeans, kicking them aside. She hopped up to sit on the edge of the counter, spreading her legs wide. The cool air wafted over her heated skin, making her shiver.
Fingers dancing over her slick folds, Maddox bit her lip to stifle a moan. It was so much better like this, completely clear-headed. No whiskey haze to dull her senses. She could feel every touch, every slide of her fingers like a livewire shooting up her spine.
Her other hand crept down, skimming over a sensitive nipple through her thin bra. Maddox gasped, hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. She was already so worked up, so desperate.
Panting, Maddox brought her damp fingers to her lips, tasting herself. Fuck, she was insatiable like this, no drinks to tame her. Just pure, unfiltered lust burning through her veins.
She grinned wickedly at her reflection, knowing exactly what she’d do next. Flipping her phone camera around, Maddox blew a sultry kiss, then began to touch herself in earnest, silently begging her classmates to listen in on the show.