58. Kai
Chapter 58
Kai
Fuck, the DJ is killing it. We ship this guy in from Europe every year for the gig, and he’s never failed to disappoint. Really wish he’d put his fucking shirt on, though. I don’t need to be reminded how many times I’ve missed gym the past few weeks.
I’m on the edge of the dance floor on one of the small platforms reserved for Greeks. This one has our Greek letters painted on the tree behind us, but most of my frat brothers are busy dancing, banging someone, or getting refills.
I’m happy right here, jamming like tonight’s my last night on earth.
If I take any more drugs, it might be.
Ha. At least I’d die happy.
Austin and iPhone are nearby, Austin trying to chat up one of the more naked chicks in our vicinity, and iPhone…
“Dude!” I yell, seizing his arm as I pause for a water break. “First time I’ve ever seen you without your phone.”
“Stocks are closed, bro!” He turns his grin on me. “And I’m fucking rolling.”
We laugh, clapping each other on the back as we turn back to the dance floor. With the UV lamps on full blast, the dance floor is a sea of glowing limbs, and I’m pretty sure eighty percent of the people out there are stoned, fucked, or drunk. Or all three, like me.
So many happy, smiling faces.
Not that far away, lightning pierces the sky. The clap of thunder is barely audible over the music, but tons of dancers throw their arms into the air, yelling for rain.
“Fuck, yeah!” I yell, arms held up high. “Bring iiiiiit!”
“Kai.” Austin tugs my elbow, “Hey!”
“What?”
He leans closer, so he doesn’t have to yell at the top of his lungs and tugs up his animal mask. All the frat guys are wearing them. Mine looks less like a wolf and more like someone crushing on Donnie Darko.
“Isn’t that the charity case Ezra wants booted?” Austin points into the crowd, and I follow his finger to a pair of girls dancing a few yards away.
I take a swig of my beer, getting better at maneuvering it through the mask’s mouth hole every time.
Well, fuck.
Look at Haven, enjoying herself like she has every right to be here.
…you can all just suck it up. I’m staying.
If there wasn’t so much fucking molly pumping through my veins right now, I’d be mad. I tried to warn her, and she spat in my face.
Guess that was karma, for spitting in hers the first day she got here.
Jesus, she looks so hot, dancing with her eyes closed, head thrown back, letting the music move her.
Parker’s with her, but she’s caught up in some dude she’s dancing with, her back half-turned to Haven. Little Miss Heavenly’s in a world of her own, it seems.
Her own personal Utopia.
I sense a drop coming in the music, and my eyes are about to slide shut so I can lose myself in it when a guy comes up behind Haven and puts his hands on her waist.
She comes out of her trance and spins around, shoving his chest.
Ha, ha. Loser.
She makes a point of turning her back on him, but the guy’s obviously on way too many drugs, because he doesn’t seem to realize she doesn’t want him near her. He slides up to her again, grabbing her shoulders, and skating a hand down the front of her?—
My breath knocks out of me as I leap off the platform. Party goers make way for me, those that see me anyway, and the others I twist and writhe past, trying not to knock anyone over.
The guy definitely sees me coming, because when I get there, he’s already a few yards away.
Fucking yellow bellied?—
Someone grabs my wrist. Shouts, “Thank you!” over the music.
Only then do I realize what just happened.
Fucking molly.
Haven lets go of my wrist, and when I risk a glance over my shoulder, she has her eyes closed, dancing to the music.
I should go back to the platform.
And Haven should be on GAZ’s little party raft, wherever the hell theirs is. But I guess her and Melissa chose to be in the thick of things.
I’m not hating it down here either.
Just enough room to dance without knocking into one. The acoustics are a fuck ton better, with the speakers aimed into the crowd.
Plus, with my mask, the trash bag, and the body paint, Haven doesn’t seem to know it’s me.
I flex my hands, breathing deep as the music drops, fades. There’s a moment’s silence, and Haven opens her eyes like she’s wondering what happened to the party.
I’m between her and the DJ booth, so when she turns to the source of the now non-existent music, her eyes land on me.
On my mask.
The music starts up again, and every hair on my body stands to attention.
I fucking love this track.
Haven shivers, her eyes closing, hands going to her hair. Her jaw clenches and releases as her head falls back.
Jesus, is she rolling?
What is even happening right now?
Just seeing her slip into such a state of ecstasy as the music pounds out of the speakers sends me on another delirious roll. I lean back, hands clenched into fists, and howl at the fucking clouds.
Around me, several guys and girls pick up the call, sounding like a pack of wolves trying to find each other in the dark.
When I look down, Haven’s grinning up at me from less than a foot away. She puts out her hand, laying her palm on my chest, and starts to dance.
I’ve never seen her body move like that.
Hips undulating in perfect rhythm with the pulsing beat, her shoulders shimmying, her bottom lip sliding between her teeth.
Her pupils are so blown out, her eyes look black.
I’m furious at Melissa for letting her get this fucked, but for all I know, this is a regular Tuesday night for Haven. The way she moves, this isn’t her first neon rodeo.
We’ve been apart for three years, and who the fuck knows what Haven’s been up to? From the little I’ve heard, she’s no stranger to a good time.
That contact on my pec feels like a live wire between us. I capture her wrist, keeping her skin flush with mine as I slide her hand down my stomach, around my waist, to my back.
I pull her close, and we lock together like a fucking blacksmith puzzle.
She turns her face away, her check pressed to my arm, and we grind against each other, her leg between mine.
The heat of her body coats my skin like an extra layer of paint as she rolls her hips back and forth.
We start out with an inch, maybe a little more, between our bodies. But by the time the song reaches its crescendo, we’re stuck together like two slices of unwrapped cheese.
And fuck, it feels good.
Like mind blowing, earth shattering good.
My hand is on the small of her back, hers on mine. And we’re both pushing, trying to get our bodies even closer as we writhe against each other.
Haven turns her head back, pressing her other cheek against my chest, her hands skidding up my back, her nails digging in.
Any normal day, my cock would be half-mast already. But molly always gives me stimdick for a few hours, and shit, it sucks.
Seeing Haven in nothing more than body paint and titty pasties should have had me rock hard.
I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. If I had a hard on, would she still be grinding me this hard?
This slow?
Then even slower.
Even harder.
Syncing with the music as the DJ slows it way down to a deep, dirty, delicious bass that pushes the sub woofers to their fucking limits.
I look down, my heart thundering in my chest when she stares up at me with her doe-like eyes.
She’s absolutely shredding her lip.
I tug up the edge of my trash bag and find one of the suckers I stuck behind the elastic of my boxers. I hold it out to her, but she doesn’t even look at it. Her eyes are closed, and she’s just grinding my leg like?—
Is she trying to come?
I laugh, because Jesus fucking Christ. I rip the plastic cover off the sucker and brush it against her lips until she opens her eyes and looks at me.
She reluctantly opens her mouth, but then shudders and turns away when I try to slip the sucker inside.
Fuck. The second I try to speak to her, this is all over. She’ll know it’s me and I’m pretty sure she’ll tell me to go fuck myself with a broom handle. Might even offer to help.
Why doesn’t she want the sucker? I shove the candy through my mask’s mouth hole, my entire body tensing as its sweetness coats my tongue.
Maybe she’s forgotten to drink water in a while. I do that sometimes, then my mouth is dry as the fucking Sahara and?—
She’s complacent as a little lamb when I grasp her chin and lift her head up. Her eyelashes flutter, wide eyes going in and out of focus as she tries to look up at me.
I slide my thumb between her lips.
Jesus, that’s dry. No wonder she couldn’t handle the sucker.
She tries to spit me out, grabbing my wrist, but I yank free and untangle our legs as quickly as I can without sending either of us to the ground.
Look at her little feet. They’re covered in dirt.
I spot Melissa, and then see she’s holding a bottle of water.
She starts when I pluck it out of her hand and gives me the same blackout as Haven. “What?” She pulls at the water. “No. Mine.”
I hike my thumb over my shoulder. “Your friend needs it more.”
She frowns at me. “Kai?”
I yank the bottle out of her hand, hold it up. “Just water?”
She nods, frowning hard, trying to look past me at Haven. I shake my head. “Eyes on your own work, Parker.” I point at the guy trying to feel her up. “I got this.”
I turn back to Haven, and she’s gone.
Where the fuck?—
My gaze drops, and then I roll my eyes and groan. She’s on her hands and knees in the dirt, either trying to pick up something she dropped, or trying to find something that caught her attention.
“Upsies,” I shout over the music, bending to grab her arm.
She comes so willingly, I turn and throw Melissa a death glare over my shoulder, but the bitch doesn’t even see it because she’s suffocating her new boyfriend with her tongue.
Who gives a newbie molly and then lets them loose in this predator’s playground?
“Out of my fucking way,” I grumble, an arm around Haven’s waist as I guide her to the edge of the dance floor. It feels like the party’s conspiring against me, because it’s a hell of a lot harder getting out than it was getting in.
Eventually we make it to the trees, but we’re right on a path to the porta-potties set up a short distance from the dance floor. And fuck, I can’t handle that smell, so I shove the water in my boxers, losing the last of my suckers in the process, and grasp Haven’s shoulders so I can steer her through the trees.
We’d have to both be struck blind and deaf to get lost out here with such a rager happening a few yards away. But at least, here, there’s a little light from one of the spotlights, and the music and noise are dialed down a bit.
I prop her up against a tree, screw open the water, and tip it against her lips. She drinks from it greedily, water spilling down her chin and pattering onto the trash bag covering her chest.
God, she looks good in body paint.
She turns her head, and I guess she’s had her fill of the water, because she turns it the other way when I bring it to her lips again. So I down what’s left and toss the bottle toward the dance floor.
Clean up’s gonna be a bitch…for the pledges.
Damn it, her lip is back between her teeth. Melissa didn’t even think to get her some gum or something?
I seize her chin, tugging down until she lets go of her lip. But she doesn’t even seem to realize she’s doing it, because a second later she’s got her poor bruised lip caught in her teeth again.
“Jesus, here,” I mutter, dragging my sucker out of my mouth and sticking it in hers. “Suck.”
Her eyes slide closed, and she moans so loudly I can hear it over the music.
Either she can’t recognize my voice, or she’s doesn’t give a fuck that it’s me babysitting her. I’m clenching my own jaw so hard, it’s possible she might not even know it’s me.
“Yeah?” I lean in close. “That taste good?”
“Mmm…” Haven puts her hand on my shoulder, eyes still closed as she slides her fingers up and down the side of my neck.
Well, fuck, that feels good.
I do the same to her, one hand propped on the tree above her head, the knuckles of my other one gliding along the side of her neck.
Her eyes flutter open, and she stares at my mask as she slowly drags her fingers down my chest.
I follow suit.
She caresses my pec, eyelids slowly lifting so she can peer into the sockets of my mask as she tweaks my nipple through the trash bag.
I don’t know what’s worse. That she thinks I’m a complete stranger…or that she knows who the fuck I am and she’s playing coy.
Fuck it.
Wherever my drugged up lamb leads, I’ll follow.
She moans when I rub my knuckle over her nipple sticker.
Her teeth clench around the sucker stick as she smiles, her hand sliding down my stomach.
I mimic her, my body tensing. The lower she goes, the lower I go.
But I stop her when she tries to grab my cock, because right now, there’s nothing to grab. And she resists, so I slam her wrist into the trunk above her head. And then, in case she still wants to get handsy, I do the same with the other, trapping both her wrists in one hand, my other free to roam her body.
Down her arm, slow.
Skating over her throat and having to fight the urge to seize it. Down her torso instead, pausing to rub the sticker over her nipple until she’s moaning. Her trash bag rustles, chips of dried paint peeling off inside.
I watch her expression, transfixed by the way her eyelashes flutter, her mouth opens and closes.
Down I glide my hand. To her stomach.
Between her thighs.
She gasps, her legs spreading for me when I drag my nails over her underwear.
Haven’s eyes fly open the same time her mouth does. There’s a flash of desperation in them before she groans and bucks against my hand, her lips trembling.
It’s all too much.
Too fucking much.
She has no idea how lucky she is that the molly KOd my dick, else I’d be nailing her into this tree right now. I need something to take off the edge, something to give my own body the release it’s so badly craving.
I can’t look away from her mouth. How she winces, moans, gasps.
And it’s dark out here, right? Too dark for her to make out my face.
Her eyes are closed anyway. She’s lost to the touch of my fingers as I stroke her clit and pussy through her already soaked underwear.
I turn my head, shrugging off my mask, and look back at Haven, expecting her to be staring at me, ready to attack.
But she’s still blissfully unaware of who’s forcing so much pleasure on her.
And fuck, seeing her like that, submissive and vulnerable and so ready, it’s the sweetest hit I’ve ever had. The highest high I’ve ever fucking climbed.
I duck my head, stopping with my mouth an inch from hers.
Can’t do it.
I can’t fucking do it.
Not like this.
When it will mean nothing to her. When she might not even fucking remember it tomorrow.
Her breath is on my lips, and I know she can feel mine. But she’s waiting for me to make the first move. Perhaps not even expecting me to.
Sex, without the intimacy. Because that’s how she rolls.
My fingers thrust into her so hard she gasps. I keep them buried deep as I grind my palm against her clit, until her legs clamp closed, and her back arches, and she lets out a pained whimper as she comes.
For a complete stranger.
I try to pull my fingers out, but she grabs my wrist, keeping me inside.
I’m expecting her to say she’s not done.
But her eyes flash open, fix on mine, and go even wider.
“Kai,” she whispers, mouth trembling around my name.
I pull myself free.
Fucking knew it.
“Slut.” I wipe my hand on her trash bag, trying to get her off me. “Fucking?—”
“You know how long I’ve been looking for you?” Ezra says.
I frown at him over my shoulder. “The fuck you need me for?”
His eyes flicker past me, to Haven. When he chuckles, my whole body tenses. “Fuck it, never mind. You found her already.”
“Found…?” I turn to look at Haven.
She throws me a quick, desperate look. When I take a step back, she tries to grab onto me, but I knock her arm away.
Ezra smiles as he slides a hand onto her shoulder, gently pulling her away from the tree. “This guy bothering you, Haven? I can have him kicked out of the party, if you want.”
He starts walking back to the dance floor, throwing me a shark like grin over his shoulder.
And she fucking goes with him.
She just?—
I drag both hands through my hair, barely suppressing a yell of frustration.
Fuck it.
She deserves whatever’s coming her way.
Except…it’s fucking Ezra.
Who knows what the fuck he’s up to?
I punch the closest tree, and it throws its leaves down at me. Shaking out my fist, I hurry after them, staying just close enough so I don’t lose sight of them in the woods.