Page 3 of Caught Stealing

I can work with that.

A smile tilts the corner of my lips as I fumble blindly behind me for the doorknob that was just digging into my spine. I give it a twist once I find it, praying to whatever God exists for some sort of horizontal surface behind the wood.

Merce and I stumble backward into the dark space, his arm swinging out to close the door, and we only stop when the back of my knees collide with a mattress.

Bingo.

I drag him down onto the bed with me, need and desire the only driving forces for my actions. They’re the only things that matter now.

The pitch-black room does nothing to subdue the fuzziness creeping further into my vision, and it only seems to get worse as he continues kissing me like I’m the oxygen he needs to survive.

His hands slip beneath my shirt, and the first true brush of his skin against mine sends my pulse into hyperdrive. Every inch his fingers skitter up my abs only serves to build the need inside me to an insurmountable level, until I’m overcome with lust.

And that’s before his hand moves to cup the underside of my jaw, tilting it when he breaks the kiss and opting to explore my neck instead. Every bite and nip down my throat sends an electric shock straight to my dick, the appendage throbbing behind my zipper.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, gripping his shirt at the hem and ripping it over his head.

He does the same, peeling mine off before his entire body weight pins me to the mattress. Yet there’s a small amount of hesitation in his touch now as he continues exploring me in the darkness.

“I…I’m not this guy. The one-night-stand kind.”

Oh, how the irony of his statement isn’t lost on me, knowing full-well my reputation around campus.

“Seems to me like you’re doing a great job of it,” I tell him, my hands gripping his smooth, muscled biceps. “But if you’re planning to implode afterward, at least let me sneak out so I don’t have to watch.”

He groans, his hands tightening at my throat for a brief second before his mouth collides with mine again, no doubt in an effort to shut me up. I don’t mind though, because his tongue works magic as it fucks into my mouth, drawing a moan from my chest before he swallows it whole.

It could be the alcohol or the heat from our kiss, but the need for oxygen comes far too soon, and I’m forced to break away for air. But even as I pant against his lips, I make my request known once more.

“Fuck me.”

His head drops into the crook of my neck, a breathy chuckle floating over my skin. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“Sounds like a problem for tomorrow.”

There’s a moment of silence where I wait for him to decide, but lust must win out over common sense in the long run, because his mouth is on mine again. More aggressive this time. More desperate for me to meet every press of his lips and roll of his hips.

The darkness and the intoxication I’m feeling take over as every nerve ending in my body becomes overwhelmed by his touch. His taste and scent.

My brain seems to be drowning in equal parts alcohol and him until it’s fully submerged in pure black.

One I’m lost in, only to wake up the next morning with no idea whose bed I’m in, how I got there...or a single recollection of the events from the night before.

One

Phoenix

November, Junior Year — Six Months Later

“So…why are we here again?”

My attention shifts to Kason, who seems to be scanning the crowded living room of the Kappa Sigma house like he’s looking for someone. He must not hear me over Breathe Carolina blasting through the speakers, since his attention is still locked on the plethora of groping, grinding bodies on the make-shift dance floor.

The weather’s been cooling off—what with it being autumn in Chicago—but the room has gotta be nearing ninety degrees, thanks to everyone packed in such a tight space. Add in the stench of body odor and beer, and it’s a wonder why everyone loves college parties.

“We’re just having a good time,” my best friend says, giving me an off-handed shrug as he continues looking around the space. “Aren’t you having fun?”

Not one fucking bit.

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