C*ck Sucker

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

JAX

“Man, do we have to go?” I pull at the hem of my cropped-tee, urging it to cover the lower part of my stomach.

It’s definitely outside my comfort zone, but, of course, I was convinced I would look great going to the one, and probably only, party I’ve ever been invited to.

It doesn’t help that my pants are low-slung, hugging the widest part of my hips and showing off way more skin than I’m used to.

The combination of the two has me wanting to crawl out of my own body.

My group of friends is small; it’s always been that way, and college is no different. I met my friends freshman year in my Intro to Engineering course, and we all stuck with it. Late night study sessions, no parties, research—we’ve all been together.

We’re definitely perceived as the nerds on campus, the group of students who would rather have their noses buried in a textbook than attend a football game, but that’s fine with us. We, of course, know the big name, though. Kai.

The senior quarterback, the one who rebuilt the team from the ashes and made us bowl champions, the one hosting tonight’s party.

It’s still mid-football season, so I’m sure it’s going to be completely hype, but when in Rome, I guess. We don’t have any exams, and our research is at a stand-still, since I’m not sure I want to continue in this direction, so there’s really no reason for us not to go. Well, except for the people.

Totally not our crowd, men and women humping each other all night. It’s really not where I want to be, but when Seth begged me to go, I couldn’t say no. Not now.

Seth and I started as friends and tried to take it further, but we mutually decided that’s not us. I borrowed tonight’s outfit from him, and, although it makes me more than just a little uncomfy, I do think I look really fucking good.

“Yes, we have to go. This is our only shot.”

He’s really not wrong. It’s not just that we don’t want to go normally, but we’re also not invited. I guess we’re not their type of crowd either.

He comes out of the bathroom, outfit almost identical to mine.

“You look good,” I say, drawing out the good.

“I know,” Seth says, popping his foot up for extra dramatics before throwing his wallet in his back pocket. “Let’s get out of here.”