Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
BAILEY
Ieye Chad as he crosses the room, shamelessly eye-fucking the shit out of him. He’s wearing the same suit he wore the night I met him, and while it’s obviously not custom, he fills it out in a way that’s drool-worthy.
The past few weeks of messaging back and forth have been fun, but it’s sort of a removed type of fun where I can flirt and smile like an idiot and not worry about the consequences. There’s no risk when I’m reading his words through a screen.
I hadn’t counted on how those messages would change things when I saw him again.
With Chad here in front of me, all that banter suddenly holds much heavier meaning than it had a few hours ago. Now I’m imagining those words coming out of that mouth …
I suck down a breath and force myself to stop thinking with my dick.
Otherwise, I can guarantee I’ll be naked with him in an hour.
And I’ve been doing so, so well to resist.
Just as Chad reaches me, his gaze flicks left to where Lucas is standing. “Hey, doucheus.”
“Doomsen,” Lucas says. “How does it feel to be the party’s cheap show dog? You going to do tricks for us all later?”
“I’m always doing tricks, but I prefer a more intimate setting.” He smirks. “You gonna jerk off alone later? It must be hard when there isn’t a single person at this party who gives a shit you’re here.”
I cut in before they can throw any more useless barbs at each other. “Is this supposed to be a dick-measuring contest? Because you’re doing it wrong.”
Chad laughs, flipping something in my stomach.
“Come on, Bailey,” Lucas says as he nudges me. “The more distance you put between yourself and a douche like Doomsen, the better. Trust me.”
I know Lucas believes that, and I know it’s Chad’s fault that he believes that, but … I don’t care. “Thanks for the advice.” I catch Chad’s stare. Hold it. “You’ll both have to excuse me. I need the bathroom.”
I leave them, not bothering to glance back and check if Chad got the message.
If he doesn’t follow me, it’ll be for the best. But if he does … dammit, I’ve been so in control, but the second I saw him, my other brain took over. I told myself I’d be strong and resist those adorable brown eyes. It’s the smart thing to do. He’s just another guy.
There are at least a hundred guys at this party, and chances are a fair few of them would swing my way—Lucas has asked me to grab food with him three times now—so it would make sense for me to cut ties with Chad and focus on what’s available.
The problem is, the ones who are available are more focused on who I am, which leads to clingy partners.
I’ve seen it before. Guys who bang Bailey Prince and suddenly get possessive and overbearing. Who want a relationship.
Well, maybe all I want is a mouth around my cock and no regrets the next day.
Chad doesn’t seem like the type to want to settle down anytime soon, whereas Lucas screams commitment. That reasoning almost sounds convincing to my own ears. It has nothing to do with the fact he’s sexy and funny and I want him, consequences be damned.
It’s also only a matter of time before someone starts questioning who I’ve been messaging nonstop, and I’m sure that once we hook up, those messages will dry right up.
Which is for the best, obviously. Even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.
I make my way casually down a long hall, past an ornate bathroom, and farther down into the darkness of the house.
There’s an old maids’ kitchen that looks empty, and on the opposite side of the hall, large doors open into a parlor.
Huge windows let in silvery moonlight, bathing the old furniture in a magical glow.
But more importantly, it’s completely empty, making it the perfect place to get my dick sucked.
I slip inside, then stand in the shadows, watching the other end of the hall. I’ll give Chad five minutes to sneak away, and if he doesn’t, that’s it. I’ll take it as a very clear sign we’re never supposed to hook up.
Arousal starts to pool in my groin, and damn I hope I don’t have to walk away disappointed.
Barely two minutes later, Chad appears.
I recognize his shape a split second before his face is visible, and I watch him wander along before pausing to peer into the bathroom.
An adorable perplexed look crosses his face, and for a moment, I consider not giving myself away, but my cock gives an insistent twitch, so I lean forward and quietly whistle.
His head jerks toward the sound, and when he sees me, his face splits under his grin.
Goddamn he’s handsome.
Chad barrels down the hall, closing the distance between us quickly. He pushes me back into the room and closes the door behind us.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
He swallows. I watch the force of it work his thick neck. “You look … fuck, you look sexy tonight.”
“Should I be concerned that I have to go to this much effort for you to think that?”
“Nah.” Chad hesitates, then reaches up to stroke my cheek. “You have different stages of sexiness.”
I back up to perch on the back of a chaise lounge. “Yeah, you need to talk me through that one.”
“Will it get me laid?”
“Depends on how you answer.”
“Fine. So before, you were sexy, refined Bailey. When I saw you in your room, you were sexy, sleepy Bailey. The party where we met, you were sexy, flirty Bailey. But right now, you’re sexy, needy Bailey, who also wants to point out how hot I look too.”
“Why though?” I blink innocently up at him. “When you’re here to do it yourself.”
“Eh.” He shrugs. “I guess Pee-wee Herman and I will walk right back out that door.”
I snort back a laugh and reach forward to snag his belt loop before he can make a move. Then I tug him close. “Feeling insecure?”
“I dressed up for you.” He pouts. And normally I’d get total clinger vibes from a line like that, but Chad isn’t subtle. He’s easy to read, and his teasing is coming through loud and clear.
“I didn’t think about you once while I was getting dressed.”
“What about when you were naked?” he asks.
There’s barely any room between us, so when Chad steps forward, I have to part my legs to give him room.
It leaves me looking up at him in a way I normally wouldn’t, and I have to admit it’s a complete turn-on.
Chad is barely taller than me, but he’s at least twice as wide, and I love how he makes me feel small.
I’m going to love it even more when all that bulk is on his knees for me.
“Do you want to talk?” I ask, tilting my head back to see him properly. “Or do you want to do what we’re both here for?”
“What are we here for exactly?”
“I’m worried you’re living up to the dumb jock stereotype for real if I have to spell it out for you.”
“Just want to make sure we’re on the same page here. Consent is important.”
“I’ve lured you away to a dark, deserted room. Please take that as my consent.”
His big hands swamp my cheeks as he holds my face. “What changed?”
I internally cringe, not wanting that question but knowing it’s fair. I might tease Chad about being a dumb jock, but he’s perceptive. “It’s been too long since I hooked up, I need it, and for some reason, I can’t move on to anyone else until I’ve had you.”
His face lights up. “Oh, really?”
“Don’t read into it. It’s extremely inconvenient for me.”
He chuckles as he leans down to brush his lips against my ear, hand dropping to my neck. “I haven’t even thought about hooking up with anyone else either.”
A tiny hint of worry passes through me that maybe I’ve misread Chad, that maybe he’s not the man-whore I took him for, but it’s way too late to turn back now. I shiver at his breath on my ear. “One time, then,” I force myself to say.
“Agreed.”
“We can make each other come, then go back to forgetting the other person exists.”
He pulls back, frowning, and I’m waiting for him to disagree when he nods instead. “Agreed.”
That word makes relief swim through my veins. “Good. Now I want you on your knees.”
Chad groans. “As much as I want that, people are gonna start looking for me soon, and I don’t want to have to rush.”
“We’ve been gone maybe ten minutes.”
“What can I say? I’m a popular guy.”
I moan in protest. “I need this over and done with. Fuck, I’m so hard.”
“All for me?” An evil look crosses his face as he slides his hand up my thigh to cup my dick. “You are hard.”
“You going to try and tell me you’re not?”
“No way. Pee-wee Herman likes you.”
I cringe. “Okay, I’ve changed my mind. You have to stop calling it that.”
“But I’ve never had someone name my dick before. It seems disrespectful not to play along.”
“I give you full permission to disrespect me.”
“I’ll take you up on that.” He leans in, and my lips tingle in anticipation. He’s a breath away, lips about to brush mine … when he steps back. “Later.”
“Are you goddamn serious?”
“Leave the window unlocked for me.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
“Yeah, right.” He turns, halfway to the door, and drags his gaze over me. “Come here.”
“Don’t wanna.” And it’s less of a “want” and more that walking with my erection trapped behind these tight pants will be uncomfortable as hell.
He crooks his finger at me. “Come here, Princess.”
God I hate that name, but when he says it, all deep and husky like that … my feet move before I’ve given them permission.
He watches me hungrily, and once I reach him, he grabs my tie and tugs me against him.
Then his lips are on mine. All at once, I’m thrown back to that night in his room, needy and claiming, strong, scruffy jaw under my palms, hot, confident tongue pushing into my mouth.
Chad keeps hold of my tie so I can’t get away, then runs his hand up under my blazer to splay his palm over my lower back.
The heat from his touch seeps through my shirt.
I press closer. My grip tightens as I kiss with as much force as he’s using, wanting to draw it out, wanting to ensure he wants me as much as I want him.
He tastes like bubbly and smells like Tom Ford cologne, and when I finally resurface for air, blinking myself back to the present, I’m leaning back, Chad looming over me with dark eyes and puffy lips.
Nerves tingle through my body.
“Still think you’ll change your mind?” he rasps.
I almost beg him to blow me here and now, but what he’s hinting at, taking our time … maybe he’s onto something.
“I’ll sneak out within the hour. I don’t think anyone is home.”
“Leaving Kappa House unmanned wasn’t smart last time.”
I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth. “With you here tonight, it was a calculated risk.”
“You know how to make a guy feel special.”
“You think that’s something? Boy, do I have some surprises in store for you.”
Chad groans, kisses me again, then rips himself away. “Don’t leave me waiting.”
He leaves the room, and I spend far too long standing there, trying to get my dick to deflate before I head back out. When I rejoin the party, Chad is nowhere to be seen, and it takes all of my self-control to wait the full hour before I follow him.