Adam
This has to be a joke.
That’s all I can think as I stare at Clay. His blue eyes are hard, like he’s pissed the words are coming from his mouth just as much as I’m surprised by them. Running his hands back through his dirty blonde hair, he repeats them again, but I still don’t understand.
So this time, I say it out loud.
“This has to be a joke.”
Clay purses his lips, but then takes a deep breath and crosses his arms hard over his chest. “It’s not.
Tommy is transferring and that leaves Social Chair open.
Since you practically did his job this semester anyway, it only makes sense that you step into the position officially.
” He shifts and I can tell he hates admitting any of this.
“Is this some sort of peace offering?”
“In a way, I guess,” he admits. “But honestly, I still think you’re a little punk who has no respect for older brothers. That aside, you did get us recognized a lot this semester. You’re the best brother for the job. That’s a fact I can’t ignore as president.”
If I weren’t focusing so hard on clamping my jaw shut, my mouth would be hanging wide open. Is this really Clay right now? Where’s the colossal asshat I’m so used to dealing with?
“So, are you in?”
Shaking my thoughts, I nod. “Yeah. Of course. I, uh, thank you. Thanks for this.” I sound like an idiot, but this is the most cordial conversation I’ve ever had with Clay. It’s fucking weird.
Clay nods and extends his hand to me. We shake firmly and then walk side by side back into our fraternity house. For once, it’s quiet – mostly because our Academic Chair has deemed the house a study zone for finals.
Before I can stop myself, I clear my throat and ask Clay the question that’s been burning in the back of my mind for weeks now. “So, how is Cassie?”
Clay smirks, and it’s like the douchebag I’ve always known emerged out of him to overpower the professional stand-in.
“Oh, she’s amazing.” He cocks a brow in a sideways glance at me in a way that suggests he means that in every sense of the word.
“Something about the little innocent ones, isn’t there?
It’s almost like you get to play the role of teacher. ”
I grind my teeth together. “Clay, don’t be a fucking dick. She deserves your respect and you know it.”
“Oh, of course,” he agrees. “And she got it. All night long after semi-formal.” His slimy grin grows wider and I shove him hard against his chest. He stumbles back, his legs hitting the arm of our couch and he just falls down to sit in it, laughing hysterically.
I consider rushing him again but he stands, wiping the corners of his eyes.
“Ah, man, next semester’s going to be fun.
” He claps me hard on the back. “Welcome to the Executive Board, Brooks.”
With that, he turns and practically struts down the hall to the President’s Room, still chuckling to himself.
I growl, frustrated, and make my way into the kitchen to grab a beer.
Cracking back the top and sucking down half of the can, I let the icy liquid cool my temper and inhale a deep breath.
When my phone pings in and I see a text from Skyler, I smile.
- I need a study break. Come to your window. ;) -
I throw back the rest of my beer and jog down the hall to my room, locking the door behind me.
When I yank down on the string to lift my blinds, Skyler’s aqua eyes meet mine.
She smiles seductively and bites her lip and I just shake my head, lifting the window and immediately covering her mouth with mine.
“What happened to not seeing each other until after finals?”
“I lied,” she says simply, breaking from my kiss long enough to crawl through the window.
She’s dressed casually in a tiny pair of dark jean shorts and a light purple Kappa Kappa Beta tank top.
It was freezing just a couple of weeks ago but, in typical Florida fashion, it feels almost like summer again today.
I’m about to offer Skyler a drink when she presses her lips to mine again and slides her hand down to grip me through my basketball shorts, effectively silencing my words.
My cock immediately responds to her touch and I back her up to my bed, pulling her down into the sheets.
She bites my neck and I hiss through the slight shock of pain as her long brown hair falls all around us.
Flipping her head back and still straddling me, Skyler smiles down at me with hooded eyes as she grinds her hips against mine.
“You look a little stressed,” she whispers, slowly winding. “Let me help.”
Maneuvering herself to sit between my legs, she fists my shorts and boxers together in her hands and pulls them down over my thighs.
I kick them the rest of the way off and she grips my cock firmly, stroking from the tip down to the bottom of my shaft and back.
I bite my lip and let my eyes roll back at the feel of her hands, groaning.
“Hey,” she whispers and I open my eyes just enough to peer down at her. Still grinning, she twists her long locks up and piles them in a mess on top of her head. “I forgot a hair tie.” She grabs my hand and moves it to replace where hers was holding her hair up. “Keep it out of my way.”
With that she licks her lips, her blue eyes dazzling in the low light of the afternoon sun streaming in through my window, and then her mouth is on me.
Holy. Mother. Fucking. Fuck.
Skyler swirls her tongue around my tip before pressing her lips firmly against my skin and pushing lower.
She takes me in completely with a slight gag and I curse under my breath, fisting her hair tightly.
When she moans, I feel the vibrations through her throat and with her slick, hot mouth it’s a deadly combination.
She alternates teasing my head with deep throating, every move pushing me closer to climax.
Every time I get close, though, she removes her mouth and flattens her tongue, running it from the base to the tip and back down with just enough pressure to tease me but take away the mounting pressure.
She’s good – so fucking good. I’ve had plenty of blow jobs over the years but nothing could compare to how she’s making me feel right now.
When she twists her hands over my shaft to fill the space her mouth isn’t covering and works them in combination, I stop breathing and the fiery numbness starts to consume me.
“Fuck, Skyler,” I growl. “I’m coming.”
I try to pull out of her mouth to finish but she doesn’t budge, digging her nails into my thighs in protest. When her devilish eyes gaze up into mine through her lashes while her mouth is still wrapped around me, the visual is too much and I throw my head back against the bed and explode.
She doesn’t stop working as I bust inside her mouth, my entire body consumed with the intense pleasure she’s inflicting.
I still as I finish, my body falling limp, and Skyler just pulls back, swallows, and smiles.
Goddamn.
She crawls back up to lay on my chest and I numbly run my fingers through her hair. When I catch my breath and try to roll her over to repay the favor, she stops me, wrapping her arms around me and snuggling back into my chest.
“Today was for you.”
“What?” I ask, leaning up slightly. She peers up at me and smiles contently.
“I wanted to please my boyfriend. What’s so surprising about that?” She’s still smiling but when she sees my face, she realizes what she said and her smile drops. I wait for her to recant, but she doesn’t.
“Boyfriend?”
She swallows, but again, doesn’t take it back.
I consider it for a moment, wondering if either of us is ready to be in any kind of steady relationship.
We’re about to break for Christmas and next semester we’ll both be busy, as usual.
Then again, I don’t have any interest in fucking around with any other girls, and Skyler doesn’t seem like the overbearing type of girlfriend.
She’s beautiful, funny, and talented – in many ways. What’s holding me back?
“Well, I guess I’ll allow it. As long as I can pay you back next time.”
Skyler looks visibly relieved and she smiles again, leaning in to kiss me. “Looking forward to it.”
She rests on my chest again and I continue gently trailing my fingers over her shoulder and up into her hair. “Clay made me Social Chair.”
“Yeah?” Skyler asks lazily, her eyes closed. “Not surprising to me. You practically do it all already, right?”
I nod. “Yeah. I guess now it’s just titled and official.”
She smiles and squeezes me tighter. “I’ve never slept with a man of such power.”
I scoff. “What, Omega Chi presidents don’t count?”
Skyler nails me hard in the stomach and I double over but laugh and pull her into me. She squeals and fakes like she’s trying to get away before giving up.
“You’re an ass.”
“And you have a nice ass. Look! We’re perfect together.”
She rolls her eyes but settles back into my chest with a smile. “I’m so tired,” she says, yawning. “Can I nap here for a while? It’s so much quieter than our house.”
I kiss her forehead in response and in less than a minute, her breathing steadies out and I know she’s asleep.
I try to think of the last time I had a girlfriend.
I was hooking up with several girls last year, and I think Jazmine might have put a title on us at one point – though I didn’t really abide by said title.
Still, Skyler doesn’t strike me as the type of girl to get hung up on titles.
I wonder if it almost slipped as an accident but she was just afraid to take it back and hurt my feelings.
Regardless, I like her – a lot – and now at least I have some reassurance that no other guys will be touching her the way I do.
Relaxing against Skyler, I let my exhaustion from the day take me under and decide not to overthink it.
But just before I drift off, my mind wanders to a shy redhead with soft green eyes.