Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
CHAD
Idon’t trust the Kappas to have left the house unattended, so I fake sick and sneak out of the party early, then spend time scoping out their house.
The good thing about being the resident pest of Sigma House is I always have an excuse for being around, and that excuse shouldn’t lead me back to Bailey.
There’s no reason for anyone to assume anything about us, and I like it that way.
When he mentioned tonight would be one and done, at first I wanted to argue, but it fits with my aim to be a total slut bag this year. Once I get him checked off my list, I can move on to the next person.
Sex is something I can find with anyone. The thing I will miss is our texting. But maybe we can still have that. Possibly.
I’m not willing to question him about it and have tonight not happen though. I’ll save it for later.
Besides, maybe I only enjoy the messages so much because I’m hoping they’ll lead where I want them to. Once I’ve gotten my rocks off, the whole charm of them might disappear too.
We can only hope.
I hate complicated. I hate overthinking.
My life is a series of spontaneous decisions, and I don’t plan on changing that up now.
As soon as I see Bailey arrive home, I make my move, darting down the narrow side of the house to his window. A lamp or something flicks on, and then he appears, looking down at me like he knew I’d already be waiting.
Considering I’m a horny, red-blooded male, it wasn’t much of a stretch.
Bailey slides his window open.
“You’re sorta like Rapunzel,” I say, reaching up to climb in.
“This feels far less wholesome than a Disney movie.”
I chuckle, and when I swing my legs inside and stand, he’s closer than I anticipated.
Normally I’m more than confident when it comes to hooking up, but there’s something about Bailey that always makes my tongue stumble over what I was gonna say.
I’m happy to be the dumb jock most of the time, but when I’m around him, I want to prove that I’m more than that.
For, umm, the night.
Sure we’re here to get each other off, but I sorta want him to like me as well. Where everyone else has a set impression of me from all of our years living on Greek Row, for him, I want different.
Which is not something I’m gonna think about.
“So, what do you want to—”
“Shh,” I cut him off.
He snorts. “You’ve made me wait all night for this. Sorry if I’m a little impatient.”
“Like I said, we’re not rushing things. We’re doing this the one time, so we’re gonna do it properly.”
“I didn’t realize there was a proper way to have sex.”
“Clearly you’ve been doing it wrong, then.” I lift a hand to run along his jaw, loving the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips. “We’re not planning ahead, we’re just going to let things play out. Do what feels right and enjoy ourselves.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever not enjoyed a quickie.” Bailey presses his hard-on against my thigh.
I cluck my tongue. “So impatient.”
“So horny. Which is completely your fault. That kiss before you left? Were you trying to kill me?”
I can’t help feeling smug. “Just making sure you didn’t think about leaving that party with someone else.”
“Like who? Lucas?” He throws the name out there like it’s completely unthinkable, but … he came up with that name a bit too easily.
I stiffen. “That was specific.”
“I can’t be sure, but I think I’m getting vibes.”
“Vibes?”
“Yeah, like maybe he’s asked me out a few times, but I could be reading into that too much and seeing things that aren’t there.”
I haven’t heard anything about Lucas, but Bailey doesn’t seem like the type of guy who wouldn’t know when he’s been flirted with.
He picked up on my intentions pretty damn fast, though I wasn’t exactly trying to hide it.
My jaw tightens as I think about Bailey and Lucas going out, because I can’t see it.
“What’s that look?” he asks.
“What look?”
“The one you’re wearing. Your nose is all screwed up.”
I force my face to relax, even as Bailey laughs.
“Ooh, you don’t like the sound of that.”
“I’m not jealous,” I hurry to say, which makes him laugh more. “But you can do better than Lucas.”
Bailey’s voice drops into a flirty tone as he pushes me back toward his bed. “Like a big, strong football player who can take care of all my needs?”
“Hell yeah I can.” Now this is a conversation I can get on board with.
“Who says I was talking about you?”
I loop my arm around his waist and drop back onto the bed, pulling him down on top of me. “I’m confident in my abilities.”
“I guess I’m about to find out.”
I push all thoughts of asshole Lucas out of my brain and focus on the man in front of me.
I’m gonna take care of his needs so hard, he’ll never forget tonight.
A slow, filthy smile starts to spread across my face as I slide my hands down his back and grab his ass.
It’s a juicy handful, and trying to figure out what I want to do tonight feels like being at an open buffet with a limit.
I roll so I’m on top, and Bailey immediately parts his thighs for me. Neither of us makes a move at first, just lying there, breathing the same air, noses almost touching, drawing out the moment for as long as possible.
Even in the darkness, I can see the freckles on his nose.
“So pretty …” I breathe.
Bailey squirms. “Less talk, more sex.”
“Why don’t you like me complimenting you?” I’ve noticed it a few times now.
He groans and tilts his head back. “This isn’t what I signed up for.”
“What did you sign up for?”
“A hot hookup. We don’t need to make small talk, you know.”
“So … what? You want me to treat you like a piece of ass?”
“Sure.”
Irritation flickers through me. “Fine.” So much for taking my time and enjoying myself. Like, I’ll still enjoy it because my dick is hard and Bailey’s hot, but mentally, wow. Yeah, I don’t like that.
I start to pop the buttons on my shirt, and Bailey hurries to help, but when I try to shrug it off, I get all caught and twisted and … “Shit.”
Bailey chuckles and leans up to push it from my shoulders. “You’ve gone all tense.”
“I’m trying to show you a good time.”
“Uh-huh.” He reaches for my belt. “Are you annoyed?”
“Nope. I’m about to get off. Nothing to be annoyed about.”
His hands still. “Chad …”
“Less talk, more sex.” I go to kiss him, but he pulls back. It takes everything I can not to sigh. “Gotta say, I’m getting mixed messages here.”
“I feel like I’ve said something wrong, but we both agreed to sex, didn’t we? Is this going to be weird?”
I catch myself from rolling my eyes. “Dude, I—”
He shoots me a warning look.
“Sorry, Princess, I’m not going to fall for you if that’s what you’re asking. But this isn’t a quickie in a bathroom stall. Why shouldn’t hookups be hot and fun?”
“Umm, I guess?”
“You never had a laugh while you got your dick sucked?”
Bailey gets moving again and pushes my pants off. “That doesn’t sound like a good blow job.”
“Disagree. Sex doesn’t always have to be serious.”
His dark lashes narrow, and he leans in, lips brushing against mine. “Maybe not, but when you’re so turned on by the other person that all you can do is feel, there’s no better experience.”
“Okay, fair point.” I grind my cock into his thigh. “Maybe this will be a quick one after all.”
“No, no, you wanted to play.” He pushes me upright. “I want to see you completely naked.”
I glance down at where my cock is straining against my boxer briefs and want to argue I basically am anyway, but instead, I shove them down and kick them off, and then I’m standing in front of him, totally bare.
His stare trails over me, taking in every inch of skin.
“What’s that bruise from?” He nods to the one on my side, which looks considerably bigger than it did earlier.
“Bad tackle today.”
“Huh.” He licks his lips, stare resting on my cock. “Just as average and unremarkable as you said.”
Even though there’s a teasing note to his voice, I frown. “I’m thinking I don’t like that joke anymore.”
“Would you prefer if I told you it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen?”
“Yes. Might help if you choke on it a little too.”
He lifts an eyebrow, and it disappears under the curls that have flopped down over his forehead. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Good. But can you get naked first? I’m not self-conscious or anything, but this feels weird.” He’s still completely dressed, but as I go to reach for his top button, Bailey grabs my hand.
His eye contact is sudden and unwavering. “No.”
“No?”
His gorgeous pink lips twitch. “Feeling vulnerable?”
“A bit, yeah.” Even as I say it, goose bumps race over my skin, and my dick gives a hefty twitch. Apparently, I fucking like that. Being naked and exposed, while he teases me with needing more. “On second thought, I think I’m okay with it.”
“Good. Now you’re going to stand there and let me play with you.”
Another twitch. Another big, dumb yes from my cock. I step closer. “Gladly. But if you wanted to concentrate all your energy between my legs, I wouldn’t complain.”
Bailey’s head is level with my abs, and as I watch, he leans forward and runs his tongue along the groove between them. “Your muscles are a work of art.”
I squeeze them tighter, wanting to show off. “They’re happy to be appreciated.”
He hums, lips brushing soft kisses along my gut until he reaches my V. His tongue dips down and follows the groove to my groin.
“Fuuuck …” I breathe. My hand automatically finds his hair, but Bailey pulls back.
“Can I do something?”
“What?”
He stands up and rests a hand on my chest. “Just stay right there.”
I try hard to do what he says as I hear him move around, and then his warmth covers my back.
He takes one wrist and pulls it behind me. Something silky wraps around it. “Can I have the other?”
My head drops back, and I hurry to comply. “Tell me I won’t regret this.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“When there’s every chance this is a prank to make me look like an idiot? No.”
“Somehow I think tying you up to take naked photos of you would be considered a form of hazing.”