I flick my hair off my shoulder, then slowly drag the tip of my finger across my skin to gather the bead of liquid. Sully’s nostrils flare, then finally, finally he loses the battle, eyes shifting lower to zero in on my chest. I bring it to my lips, sucking the excess off before I smile victoriously with my finger trapped between my teeth.
I win.
Sully slides his teeth across his bottom lip, but before he can say a word, I hear a commotion behind me.
“Watch it,” a girl’s voice snaps. I turn around to find Allie looking pissed and embarrassed, feet covered in beer.
“That’s no way to talk to my girlfriend,” Jesse says to her. Sierra. Jesse’s ex-fling and megabitch. Every campus has one. But I’m too stuck on the fact that Jesse just referred to Allie as his girlfriend and is now snaking his arm around her waist.
What the hell? My eyes snap up to Allie’s, hurling a thousand silent questions. When did this happen? How do you two know each other? When were you going to tell me?
The look in her eyes says, I’ll explain later, and I shoot her one back that says, damn straight you will.
“I’m going back to the dorm to change shoes,” Allie says, lifting a foot to shake off the wetness.
“Do you want me to come?” Translation: you’re going to tell me everything.
“It’s fine. I’ll be right back.”
I shake my head, dismissing her answer, and set my beer on the table behind Sully. “It’s late. I’m not letting you walk back to Manzanita alone.” In all seriousness, no dick is worth putting your friend in a potentially dangerous situation. Plus, Allie isn’t technically authorized to live at the dorms. No one really cares. Most people know she’s living with me and look the other way, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“I’ll walk her,” Jesse offers. Allie whips around, looking mildly peeved, but the expression on Sierra’s face is so priceless I can’t help but smile.
“Deal,” I blurt out before Allie can say otherwise. She glares at me and I smile sweetly in return.
Jesse Shepherd is the perfect contender. He’s hot as hell, has never been in a serious relationship as long as I’ve known him, but he’s not the douchey type to bag and brag, either. Jury’s still out on his friend, though.
Jesse links his fingers with Allie’s, leading her toward the door, then I’m being spun back around by my beltloop. I trip on my heels and throw my hands out to catch myself. Sully’s big hands grip me on both sides of my waist at the same time mine land on his chest. His very bare, very warm chest.
“Does this mean you’re mine?”
I peer up at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
“I mean—” he clears his throat. “For tonight. Since your friend is, uh, occupied,” he explains.
“Depends.” I take a step back, dropping my hands. “How will you entertain me?”
A gleam lights up his baby blues. “Follow me.”
The girls he was talking to before must’ve realized their efforts would be wasted, because we’re no longer surrounded. I watch as Sully rounds the table where a row of various bottles of liquor are scattered. His hand hovers over a bottle of tequila, but I scrunch my nose, shaking my head. He tries for vodka next. Nope. Hard pass. Finally, he grips a half-full bottle of Fireball, holding it up for my approval.
Perfect.
After commandeering the Fireball, he motions for me to follow him back through the living room, past the hoard of drunken co-eds, and up a set of stairs. When he enters a dark bedroom, I hesitate in the doorway, not expecting to feel like this. Like some…foregone conclusion, even though this is exactly what I was looking for. He grabs a black comforter from the bed, throws it over his shoulder, then turns around, looking at me expectantly.
“You coming?” Not waiting for my response, he reaches for the window and slides it open before climbing through. My stomach flips with anticipation. Smiling, I kick off my nude heels, then follow his lead. Sully’s hand appears in the open window, and I take it, letting him pull me through. This part of the roof is flatter than I thought it would be, overlooking the front yard where people are gathered in clusters.
Sully spreads out the blanket, then plops down, legs bent, elbows resting on the tops of his knees. The brisk night air chills my skin, and I find myself wishing I wore something a little warmer than this damn spaghetti strap bodysuit and jeans. He holds out the bottle of Fireball in invitation, but once I reach for it, he pulls it back, just out of reach.
“You gonna tell me your name before you drink with me?”
“Are you going to tell me yours?” I counter, sitting down next to him. My arm grazes his and I have to fight the urge to cuddle in closer. Warmth radiates off his skin like a damn furnace.
“You first.”
I roll my eyes. “Halston Montgomery.” I pluck the bottle from his hands and take a swig, letting the liquor warm my insides. Then I take one more.
“Halston,” he repeats. “It’s different. I like it.”
I snort. “I’ll let my mom know you approve. Your turn.”
“Zach Sullivan.”
“Zach,” I repeat like he did with mine, nodding my head. “Solid name.”
It’s his turn to drink. I keep my gaze focused straight ahead. “Is this your go-to move?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
I lean back, planting my palms on the roof behind me, then look over at him. “You know. Bring a girl out onto the roof, look at the stars a little…tell her how beautiful she looks in the moonlight,” I tease. “Then when she’s reeling from the romance of it all, you slip your hand down the front of her pants and play her like a violin.”
Sully snorts. “Seems like a lot of trouble to go through for some ass, considering this isn’t my bedroom.”
“What?” I laugh. “This isn’t your room?”
“I don’t even live here.”
We both burst into a fit of laughter, and I don’t even know why I find it so funny, but it feels good. We spend the next half hour people watching and taking turns drinking until we’ve finished the Fireball. My skin is no longer cold but flushed, both from the alcohol and Sully’s proximity. I lie flat on my back, my gaze lifting to the stars. Suddenly, Sully’s face is above mine, and he’s peering down at me. The way he’s looking at me gives me pause.
“What?” I ask defensively.
“You look beautiful under the moonlight,” he says, the timber of his voice lower than it was a second ago.
“Is this the part where you stick your hand down my pants?” I force a laugh, but it comes out breathy instead.
Sully tentatively traces his fingers up my stomach, and I hold my breath as his fingers get closer to my chest before one circles my nipple. It sends a jolt right between my legs, and I squirm under his touch, pressing my thighs together.
“Do you want me to?” he asks. I feel my nipples tighten, and he does, too, because he pinches one lightly between his thumb and index finger through the fabric of my bodysuit before showing the other side the same attention. His eyes are glued to my chest, seemingly mesmerized.
“It’s getting late,” I whisper, even as I arch into his touch.
“You’re right.” He fits his palm over my breast and rubs his thumb across my nipple.
“We should stop.” I curl a hand around the back of his head, pulling him closer.
“We should,” he agrees. “Stop me.”
I arch my neck, closing the distance between us, and press my lips to his. Sully groans, wedging his massive body between my legs as he returns the kiss. His warm chest is flat against mine, the thick ridge in his pants hitting just the right spot as our bodies chase the same rhythm. It’s not long before I’m panting and shaking, practically dying for more.
Dipping his head down, he licks my nipple through my shirt, and when he closes his teeth around it, I gasp, my hands shooting out to grip him closer. His hat falls off as I thread my fingers into his soft curls. Pulling my top and thin bra to the sid
e, he exposes me completely, and when his hot tongue hits my skin, I feel a rush of wetness pooling between my thighs.
Finally, he snakes a hand down and pops the button of my jeans, then pauses, giving me a chance to object. When I do no such thing, he dips his hand inside and I widen my thighs slightly in invitation. When he strokes me through the fabric of my bodysuit, we both groan.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” He rubs my clit and I try to spread my thighs even more, but my jeans don’t allow it. “Get these off,” he instructs, and I waste no time complying, lifting my ass to aid him as he peels them from my legs. Sully smooths his palms along my calves, up to the backs of my thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and then he’s wrenching my thighs apart. My white bodysuit practically glows under the streetlights and he stares down at me, scraping his teeth across his bottom lip.
“Don’t just sit there and stare. Make me come,” I urge. That snaps him into action, and before I know what’s happening, he’s flat on his back and I’m on my knees, straddling his shoulders.
“Your wish is my command.” He smirks, hands folded behind his head. “Now show me your pussy.”
His words set a fire in me, and if we were in the light of day, he’d see my cheeks burning.
“Come on, princess. Don’t get shy on me now.”
I slide one hand down to pull my bodysuit to the side, and his smile falls as he takes in the sight. The look in his eyes makes me feel victorious. Powerful. Sexy.
“Bring it to me,” he commands, his voice turning to gravel.
I do as he says, lowering myself until there are only centimeters between me and his mouth.
Hands still behind his head, he’s the picture of nonchalance as his tongue dips out to taste me. I gasp when his tongue parts my lips, my head falling backwards.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, then he brings his hands to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him. “Lean forward and hold on.”
I brace my hands against the eave above the window, the rough shingles biting into my fingertips as he starts to eat me. I try to keep my full weight off of him at first, but he’s not having it. He keeps me pinned to his face with his hands clamped down onto the top of my thighs.
“Fuck my face.” He sucks and licks and nibbles as I slide across his tongue. Maybe it’s the Fireball, maybe it’s the anonymity, or maybe it’s just him, but all inhibitions are out the window.
Literally.
I don’t care that I’m riding the face of a practical stranger, or that I’m out here for anyone to see if they simply look up. All I know is need.
Needing to touch him, I lean back, fumbling with his button and zipper, then dip my hand into his pants. I hear a muffled moan come from between my thighs when I find what I’m looking for. He’s hard, hot and huge in my hand, and I start to work him slowly. Sully’s hips shift, pumping into my hand, but I drop his dick and pull away from his mouth.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re go—”
His protests are cut short when I turn around to straddle him facing the other way. On all fours, I lower myself and close my lips around his length.
“Oh fuck, I think I just fell in love,” he groans. I laugh, my lips around his tip as my hand works his shaft. He pumps into my mouth a few times before he slaps my ass with both hands, then pulls me back down to where he wants me. He bites the sensitive skin on my inner thigh before burying his face between them once more. My legs nearly give out at first contact, but when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I collapse on top of him.
“You like when I suck on your pussy?” Sully asks, gripping my thighs to slide me higher, my torso flush against his. I feel myself clench at his words and a moan slips free when he dips his tongue inside me.
Realizing I’ve been too preoccupied by my own impending orgasm to reciprocate, I lick his length, but before I can take him into my mouth, he’s flipping us over. Sully positions himself above me, hands braced on either side of my head. All I can smell is cinnamon, and all I can see is the pronounced muscles in his shoulders as he hovers above me.
“I don’t want to come like that.” His eyes bore into mine, face still glistening from his time spent between my thighs. “Tell me I can fuck you.”
“Tell me you have a condom.”
Holding himself up with one hand, he uses the other to reach into the back pocket of his unbuttoned pants before producing a gray packet.
I push on his shoulders and he takes the hint, sitting back on his ass while I practically rip his pants off. He kicks them away as he slides the condom on, and I waste no time straddling his lap. Sully slips his fingers into the crotch of my bodysuit, slipping it to the side as the other hand holds himself in place for me.
I sink down onto him easily, thanks to how wet I am, and we both groan once he’s fully inside me.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, adjusting to the fullness.
“Holy fuck, that’s good.” His hands find my ass, pulling me into him.
I start to move, and he meets me thrust for thrust. My nails dig into his shoulders, and when I feel his tongue swipe at my nipple, I grind into him harder, picking up the pace. “Oh, God. Keep doing that.”
“I’m coming,” I announce, hips frantically chasing my orgasm. When he bites down on my nipple, I cry out, my head falling back.
Sully’s hand covers my mouth, and then he’s flipping us over, and sliding back inside me. His hand leaves my mouth, reaching down to grab hold of my thigh as he pumps in and out. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and then he tenses up, slamming forward one last time.
I slip out from under Sully’s heavy arm, careful not to wake him. Standing, I pull on my jeans, gather my keys and phone, then take one last look at Sully’s sleeping form. He’s laid out flat on his back like a freaking dead body. If I couldn’t see the rise and fall of his chest, I just might think he was. One hand is behind his head, lips parted, and his cock, no longer hard but still impressive in length, juts out proudly, almost reaching his belly button.
I sigh ruefully. It’s almost a shame I won’t get to experience that again. That was easily the best sex I’ve ever had, and I wouldn’t mind being a repeat customer. Not only that, but hanging out with Sully was surprisingly…fun. He’s nothing at all like I thought he’d be.
Reel it in, Halston. Listen to yourself. I squash that train of thought faster than it came. This. This right here is why girls get a bad rap. Give them one night of good dick and good conversation, and all of a sudden, they’re catching feelings.
Tiptoeing away, I stop right before I reach the window. My conscience decides to make an appearance, and suddenly, I feel slightly guilty for leaving him like this—half-drunk, naked, and asleep…on a roof. The sun will be up soon, and he’s on a part of the roof easily seen by the street. Spotting his discarded hat at my feet, I bend over to pick it up before gently placing it over Sullivan Jr.
There. I give it a little pat and smile. Problem solved.
Chapter Two
Sully
My ass is buzzing. I try to ignore it, but the incessant vibrating finally pulls me from sleep. I feel around my bed for my phone…except I’m not in my bed. And why does it feel like I slept on a stack of fucking bricks? I pry my eyes open, scowling at how bright it is as I sit up to survey my surroundings. And that’s when it hits me. Roof. Fireball. Halston. Goddamn, Halston. Talk about an unexpected surprise. She looks like a princess, but she fucks like a porn star. Her confidence is what I noticed first—actually, it was her tits in that lacy, white…whatever the fuck that was. But the confidence…it was a close second. And she was fucking fun. Real. Down-to-earth. Not at all vapid, and…Jesus Christ, I sound like a chick.
Clearly, I didn’t make the same impression on her, considering the way she left. I should be grateful that she’s not a clinger, but instead, I feel slightly…jilted.
Hmm. So this is what it feels like when the shoe’s on the other foot.
My phone buzzes again, snapping me back to reality. I dig
it out from under the blankets, then bring it to my ear. “What?” I snap, my voice hoarse as hell.
“Where the fuck are you?” Shep barks. “I’ve been calling you all night.”
“I’m uh…on a roof,” I say dumbly. I look down at my crotch, noticing the strategically placed hat for the first time. “With no pants on.”
Shep doesn’t seem fazed by my situation in the slightest, which says a lot about me as a person, and then he dives into something about not playing lacrosse anymore or some shit.
“Listen, Shep. I’d love to have this heart-to-heart with you any other time, but right now, I need to get the fuck off this roof.”
I hang up without another word and stand, searching for my pants. Families are out walking their pets and checking their mail, and I need to act fast before someone sees me and I’m forced to register as a goddamn sex offender for the rest of my life.
Only problem? I can’t seem to find my clothes anywhere. And there aren’t a whole lot of options up here. I shake out the blanket one more time, hoping like hell they’re just bunched up in there somewhere. Nothing. I sigh, squeezing my eyes shut when a flashback from last night fights its way through the Fireball-induced fog to the surface. Halston pulling my pants down, Halston straddling me, me kicking my pants away in my haste to get inside her…my pants falling off the ledge.
Holding my hat over my junk, I peer over the edge, and sure as shit, there are my pants. In a fucking rosebush. I grit my teeth, shaking my head. Awesome.
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