Chapter Five #2
We make our way to the den that’s past the kitchen. There’s a staircase on the other side leading to the second floor and there are people sitting on the steps casually—as if no one needs to walk there. Felix grabs my hand and squeezes.
“Hey, I’m going to go talk to that girl.” He gestures wildly, not giving me an exact place to look. “Bear, get laid. I swear to God.” I burst out a startled laugh and shove him away.
“Okay, Romeo, go away.” After he disappears into the crowd—I’m not alone for very long. I sit against the decorative table by the hall, looking around the room, when a hand lands on my shoulder.
“Hi. You are… very pretty.” I turn my attention to the girl speaking.
The first thing I see are her breasts—big and full—way too big for the rest of her body.
Her hair is straw blonde and curled around her shoulders.
A tight maxi dress hugs her hourglass figure, and she bats her long lashes up at me around big blue eyes. Yeah—she’s fucking hot.
“Thank you. I’m Benjamin, and your name is…” I give her a lazy grin. She inches closer.
“Angel.”
“Hm. Angel—I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Her hand slides to my bicep where she not so subtly squeezes the muscle there. I down the rest of my drink (Felix—did you put the whole bottle in here?!) and place a hand on her hip.
“Of course not. I don’t go to Lancaster.” Angel is giving me a seductive smile, her eyes looking me over. I can see her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress as I rub circles on her hip. Oh, fuck.
“Well, that’s a damn shame.” I give her a mock pout, causing her to throw her head back with a very high-pitched, girly laugh. It makes me grin harder.
“Please,” She moves closer until she’s standing between my legs, and I place my other hand on the other hip.
“We both know that’s a hot guy’s wet dream.
Hot girl—no commitment required.” I cock an eyebrow at her and lean in, smelling her expensive perfume and lingering hint of a vodka and orange juice.
“Oh? And what happens in this wet dream of mine with the hot girl and no commitment?” She giggles—placing her lips to my ear.
“Normally he fucks me in the bathroom and then never talks to me again.” She whispers, and a jolt of heat rushes through me—my eyes widening slightly.
My dick flies to half-mast as my grin grows.
I’m sure I’m blushing, but I keep my expression a tad bit cocky as she leans back, pushing some of my golden hair behind my ear.
It falls right back—not quite long enough to stay tucked.
I run a hand through it and look her up and down.
“Well, Angel,” I stand—towering over her by at least two inches. “I think you’ll need to show me where this dream bathroom is. I am, in fact, very curious.” She giggles once again, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the stairs. As we walk, I see the bottom of her ass poke out of her dress.
Yeah—this will be a good night. We pass Felix and the girl he’s chatting up on the way and he offers me a high-five—low and discreet.
I’m halfway up the stairs when the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
Pausing almost on instinct, I turn around, assessing my surroundings with my height advantage.
I find him pretty quickly—leaning against a wall in the den straight across from where I stand—glaring daggers at me that would absolutely kill if looks could.
His green eyes are looking at me—then Angel—our hands intertwined, then back to me again.
He takes another drink. Oof. Someone doesn’t like juniors crashing the party. Does he know this girl or something?
A slow grin pulls at my lips and after a moment I turn back to Angel, who gives me a questioning look.
I nod forward and she continues on. We haven’t stumbled into the bathroom for longer than ten seconds before she has the door locked and her mouth on mine.
I push her against said door—grabbing a leg to wrap it around my waist—the other going to grope one of her breasts.
Her hands are in my hair and she’s moaning and whining like I’ve already stuck it in.
I kiss her neck, licking my way to her collarbone.
A memory of Aaron doing the same thing to me flashes behind my closed eyelids and I groan, shaking it away. I press my hard dick to her thigh, letting the fabric of my jeans rub against me roughly. One of her hands drops to skim over my zipper.
My head is buzzing, my hands tingling from the drink Felix mixed.
Sure—I’m not a virgin anymore; I lost my virginity at the end of last summer to a girl on the track team.
But I’ve still only been with two girls total, and now I have Angel in front of me, looking at me like I’m a sex god.
Well, from where my hand slips between her legs, feeling the wet patch on her lacy underwear, I might just be.
Bang—bang—bang!
We jump—and then laugh a little. We don’t move at all as I yell, “Taken, find somewhere else.” and put my lips back to her cleavage. She moans, loud and needy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Louder this time—loud enough to ring in Angel’s ears. We move away from the door.
“Hey—asshole—I said move along.” We wait a moment, and sure enough they come again.
Groaning, I make sure we’re both still decent—and then swing the door open.
“What the fuc—” I stare at a hard chest. I’m not used to looking up at people anymore, in fact, only a few people at our school are taller than me.
And of course—of fucking course—this one is standing right in front of me.
His green eyes glare down at me, black hair messy like he’s been pulling on it, letting it fall over his forehead.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Aaron asks, voice loud and rough. He shoves my chest, pushing me back into the bathroom and standing just inside, most likely so I can’t shut the door in his face.
“That’s none of your business. There are other bathrooms in the house, dude.” I glare back. I won’t let him intimidate me. We have been amicable since last August after the incident, but he hasn’t exactly been friend of the year either. He doesn’t have a right to question what I do.
“Uh—I think it is when you’re trying to fuck some girl in my friend’s bathroom.” Aaron crosses his big arms—the Lancaster Soccer T-shirt bringing my attention to where it’s pulling tight across his chest. I look back up to meet his eyes. He lifts a brow.
“Benny?” Angel grabs my hand where it hangs at my side. I turn my head and look down at her. She looks at me with big blue eyes—startled and confused. I angle my body toward her slightly and run a hand over her hair.
“It’s okay, he’ll leave in a minute, nothing’s wrong.” She smiles and presses my hand against her cheek. Aaron scoffs.
“Like fuck I will.” I glare at him again.
“I’m not sure what crawled up your entitled ass and died, Aaron, but where and who I fuck has nothing to do with you.
Please leave.” He stares back at me—eyes calculating—assessing the situation and the tension in the room.
My cheeks feel hot under the gaze. I hate it.
I hate the way my body reacts to him even now—when I can’t stand being around him. That tick—I can hear it.
“No.” he says the word through clenched teeth—like a wild animal just barely restraining itself from attacking.
“Why? What’s the deal, Aaron? Are you tallying? Still keeping track of how many people are dropping onto their knees in front of me?” Okay, that might have been a low blow. I might have pushed too far.
Aaron narrows his eyes—mouth slowly curling into a cruel smile, one I’ve never seen before.
“Ben.” Angel pulls on my hand again. She can probably feel the anger rolling off of Aaron the way I can. I turn fully toward her with a sigh. Smiling, I rub at her hip again, my other hand cradling her jaw.
“Wanna play a game with me?” Her eyes brighten and she stands a bit straighter. “Let’s play hide and seek.” She giggles.
“Hide and seek?”
“Yeah. You go hide downstairs, and when I find you—” I lean down and whisper in her ear so low Aaron won’t be able to hear me. “I’ll eat you whole.” Angel gasps, looking at me wide-eyed, blushing deeply as I pull away.
“O-okay. Yeah. Come find me.” She scurries out of the room—ducking behind Aaron to squeeze out of the door. He slams it shut and locks it as soon as she leaves.
I don’t bother looking at him as I hop up onto the marble counter next to the sink—resting the back of my head against the mirror. Aaron stays where he is—still as a statue.
“How long are you going to keep me prisoner in here?” I ask.
The air is palpable and when my eyes finally look to where he stands, Aaron is looking at me with so much anger and what looks like hurt, that I think he might throttle me.
I try not to freak out over the realization that it’s kind of turning me on.
His hands are at his sides now—shaking slightly—his chest rising and falling heavily. He watches me, sorting out his next move, blocking my exit. Fuck this. What gives him the right to be so mad anyway?
“What, still waiting for that tally? You’ll have to cut me some slack—I’m not too sure off the top of my head. Can I get back to you?”
Yeah—I fucked up. I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have egged him on. At least I’ll have something nice to look at as I’m sent to my early grave.