He was the typical jock, all smiles and charm and never without a girl on his arm.
“Shit,” Eden yelled, throwing her losing hand on the table. “But I have nothing on under this sheet.”
I shook my head, laughing. Why did she play poker with these guys? The frat boy sitting beside her was bluffing when he called her bet. She folded, allowing him to win the game with a pair of fours.
When Eden undid the knot of her toga, I turned my head. I couldn’t bear witness to her public shame. If I would get naked, it wouldn’t be in front of a group of drunken frat boys.
I wanted to save her from the stupid bet, but she was thickheaded and would never listen to me. Once she committed to something, she was all in.
“How come I’ve never seen you at a party before?” Tucker asked.
“This isn’t my first time in the house.”
“Really? You have a face I would remember.”
“That’s because you usually have your tongue down some girl’s throat.”
He laughed. “Sounds about right.” Then, he brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed his thumb along my jaw. “But you’re the only girl I see tonight.”
“Smooth,” I shot back.
Tucker flashed an adorable smirk that creased his tanned cheek. His eyes found mine, and my chest tightened.
“Let’s go inside.” He took the cup from my hand and helped me up from the chair.
I pressed my hands to his chest when I lost my balance, the four beers I’d drank kicking in at once.
We grabbed a fresh beer from the keg in the kitchen, and then Tucker led me by the hand into the living room. They moved the furniture against the walls to make room for the makeshift dance floor. People surrounded us, the air hot and thick from all the bodies rubbing on each other. The DJ spun records, mixing a popular rap song with a techno beat.
I sipped from my cup, careful not to spill any of the beer, draining enough liquid to maintain a steady rhythm. Moving my hips back and forth to the music, I kept my eyes focused on the crowd in front of me. Slowly, I backed my ass into Tucker, and he hooked his arm around me, pulling my back flat against his chest.
He smelled of a spicy aftershave and clean linen. I leaned back, his scent filling my nostrils, and closed my eyes. After sliding my ass up and down a few times over the front of his toga, I felt him grow hard against my ass. We had almost nothing between us, and I became more aroused the harder he got for me.
Tucker’s hand moved from my stomach to my hip. He snapped my thong strap between his fingers and dipped down to lower his mouth to my ear. His heat, his touch, all of it was too much for me to stand. I wanted his hands on me, everywhere, navigating every inch of my body.
Under the heat from the lights and the steady pace I maintained, I was on fire, my skin burning from Tucker’s touch. My nipples were painfully erect, and Tucker seemed to notice. He inched his way up from my hip to the side of my breast and then rolled the pad of his thumb over the top of the sheet.
I moaned so loudly that I covered my mouth with my hand because I feared someone would notice. But no one did. No one cared what we were doing, not when they were busy doing worse things. One of the fraternity brothers had his hand up a girl’s toga, her bare pussy practically on display as he fingered her. It was as if we were in the middle of one giant orgy.
Once the song ended, I stopped briefly, sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes. I could hardly see the people in front of me. Tucker pushed the hair off my shoulder and dragged his teeth along my neck, teasing me for a second before he bit into my sensitive flesh. I cried out in pain, but the more he tugged at my skin, the more warmth spread down my arms.
He spun me around to face each other and threaded his fingers through my hair, bringing my mouth to his. My lips parted for him. I was eager and waiting for him to make his move. And he did. Tucker ran his tongue along my bottom lip before taking it into his mouth. He bit hard enough to draw blood, ripping a soft moan from my lips.
“You like that?” Tucker spoke against my lips, his eyes open and staring into mine.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Fuck, yes.
This time, he repeated the same motion, all teeth until his tongue slipped into my mouth. He fucked my mouth like he was invading and conquering it. Like he wanted to leave his mark on me. The way he handled me with his calloused hands and rough touch made me feel alive.
He made me feel wanted.
For a split second, I forgot people surrounded us. But I didn’t care. Not when the things he did to me made me feel this good. He was so forceful and aggressive when his fingers dug into my hips and even rougher when he lifted me from the ground to hook my legs around his back.
We were in the middle of the dance floor with me rubbing my pussy against his erection, desperate to create friction. I wanted to get off by his hands, tongue, and enormous cock.
“Take me upstairs,” I begged, my voice coming out in ragged breaths.
