“Okay, we’ll see you guys later,” Sadie says, and then she and Brady disappear as well.
“You want a drink?” I ask Chrissy, and she nods. “Come on,” I grab her hand and lead her to the bar. “Shot?”
“Sure. Whatever,” she yells over the next band’s song.
I order us two Lemon Drop shots and then a beer for both of us. She downs it immediately and then chugs the beer. Since I’m already halfway to fucked-up, I want her to catch up, so I order her another. A half hour later, she’s giggling and touching me on the arm. When girls come up to me to talk, she turns the other way until I tell them I’m not interested, and then she’s back on me. Part of me wishes she’d claim me as hers, but that’s never been her style.
The cute brunette saunters over with my beer of choice in her hand. Chrissy crosses her legs and swivels the bar stool to the bar top while I talk with the girl, whom I find out’s name is Cadence. She’s a junior and a big fan of our band. She even asks me about Grant and Jessa, a little creepy if you ask me. I buy her a drink and when I’m paying the bartender, I find Chrissy chatting it up with a tall frat guy. I think I know him from the Rugby team I played on freshman year.
I give him the classic head nod, but he doesn’t back away from her. Instead, he whispers something in her ear, making her giggle and she pushes him slightly like she always does to me. Hey, that’s only for me, I think to myself. Then her hand is in his, and he’s leading her to the dance floor. She never looks over at me or even acknowledges my existence. What the fuck just happened? Cadence paws at my arm, but I shrug her off, too focused on Chrissy on the dance floor.
Letting a song go by, I intensely watch his hands on Chrissy while finishing my beer. Two songs later, I’m barely able to stay in my seat as I observe her body sway into his. By the fourth song, I’m up on my feet, storming through the crowded dance floor. Just as her hand is about to clasp onto the other around his neck, I snatch it in mine.
“If you’re going to dance, you’re dancing with me,” I demand.
“I’m dancing with Quinton,” she says, displaying that defiance I enjoy so much when I tell her what to do.
Quinton looks over, and I nod my head at him to leave. Of course he follows my instructions. The nickname Hulk has been earned not only from my looks, but maybe due to a slight rage at times.
I tuck her hands around my neck while mine grab her small framed hips. “Dance with me?” I semi ask nicely.
“Do I have a choice?” she asks, bearing a welcoming smile.
“No,” I answer, and her body steps a little closer.
“What about your groupie?” she questions as her head leans on my shoulder.
“She’s not you,” I remark as our two drunken bodies make their way around the dance floor to, Bleed by Hot Chelle Rae.
Remaining quiet, we both allow the music to lead us through stumbled steps and soon our hands begin roaming across one another’s bodies. Her fingertips, lazily playing with the back of my hairline while my own fingers slide under her shirt at her waistline. Rubbing back and forth, her skin is like damn silk. Our touches are purposeful, electrifying each other with every brush. Instinctively, I kiss her forehead and she presses it against my lips as her body flushes against mine. She picks up her head and those hazel eyes fixate up at me. All those years and feelings unveiled for me to see. She’s lifted that barrier to let me in, if only for tonight. Without thinking, I position her head so I can claim her lips. Bending down, I waste no time in clashing our lips together and inserting my tongue into her mouth.
She joins me with no hesitation, and it’s all I can do not to take her into the back hallway by the bathroom. Breaking from the kiss, I suggest an alternative. “Let’s get out of here.” I entwine our fingers and guide her out of Aces. When the cooler air of fall hits our warm faces, I can’t wait to taste her again. Pushing her against the brick exterior wall, I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her a little softer than I did in there, but still as demanding.
“Take me back to the house,” she says, and since we’re too drunk to drive, I have no idea how I’ll hold off for the fifteen minute walk.
I practically drag her down the street and cross the intersection that separates the downtown from the residential. Stopping every few houses, our tongues take turns colliding into each other’s mouth. My hands fist because of what they want to touch or do to her. But if I don’t wait until we’re in a bedroom, I’ll end up screwing her on someone’s lawn and she’s not meant for that.
It must be an act of God that we make it to the house. Bypassing any sign of Brady or Sadie, I pull her up the stairs and through the door of my room. Once the door is shut, I push her up against the back of it and position myself between her legs. Holding her hands above her head, my face nuzzles into her neck and I suck her earlobe into my mouth. I kiss my way down her jawline until I reach her lips. She squirms to free herself out of my grasp but I don’t let up. Her pelvis darts out from the door to meet my hardness that’s tightening my jeans. Thrusting forward, I lock her in place with my hips pressed up against hers while my lips demand her attention in a more seductive and slow torture.
“Take me, Dex,” she says breathlessly.
“I’ve never wanted to more,” I tell her, although I probably just lied because there were times when I thought about nothing else other than me inside of her.
Letting go of her arms, my hands grip her ass and yank her up so that she can straddle me. She responds, wrapping her long legs around my waist. I sit down on the edge of my bed and push her away from me so one of my hands can travel down the top of her body. The tight t-shirt she’s wearing allows me to cup her breasts, feeling how they fill my hands. Not too much, but just enough to satisfy me. When I rub my thumb over her tight peaked nipples, she moans and closes her eyes. My dick jumps further to life with the mental image of what she’ll look like when I make her come.
I flip us over, so I’m on top, and she screams and laughs at the quick movement. She grabs the hem of my shirt and I snatch it off my body. A small whimper flows from her mouth with appreciation before her fingers begin tracing the grooves of my muscles. “I’ve dreamed about this,” she reveals, and I allow her to do what she wants, because her hands on me feels fucking amazing. Rising up on my knees, my legs on either side of her, her fingers travel down my torso, following my happy trail until she finds the button on my jeans. Manipulating the button, she opens my pants and gets a peak of my black boxer briefs.
“Stand up,” she instructs, and I happily back up off the bed and allow her to push my jeans down to my ankles before I take my time stepping out of them.
Left in just my boxers, I grab both her hands and pull her up from the bed. Quickly disrobing her, first by yanking down her skirt and then flinging her shirt over my shoulder, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Wishing I could snap a photo, I try to beg my drunk brain to remember this image just in case it never happens again.
She stands there so confident in her body like she should be. Then I turn her around and push her head down to the bed, and my finger hooks on the side of her panties, dragging them down her legs until they slide over her ankles. “Spread your legs,” I tell her, and she does.
My pointer finger starts at the top of her folds and works its way back, feeling her wetness. Pushing my own boxers down, I press against her ass and she pushes back against me, obviously enjoying the feeling. When I walk over to the nightstand to grab a condom, she turns around and lies down on the bed. Her eyes are drooping, showing she’s half coherent. Her bra is still fastened behind her, and she’s staring up at me like I’m her damn prince charming. Whenever the thought of Chrissy and I getting together crossed my mind, it was never like this. Not some damn drunken fuck that she’ll never remember in the morning. Closing my eyes, I lower my head knowing guilt will eat me alive if I continue for the pure fact she deserves different. She needs someone who will cherish her and love her.