Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
THORNE
I’m given a wide berth as I walk around the frat house. It must be a shock to see me here, as I’ve never attended a frat party before. But I’m here for something.
Or rather someone.
This is Chance’s frat, so I know he’s here. It’s just a matter of finding him with all these bodies pressed together.
I find a spot in the corner and post up, getting a feel of the place before I start my exploration. Knowing the uptight fucks that live here, they’ll probably turn me away for sneezing in the wrong direction.
Not that it would stop me. I would just break in and find who I was looking for.
I’m not sure what I expected from a frat party but it’s definitely more than whatever this is. The living room is turned into a makeshift dance floor, the couches pushed against the walls. People crowd the space, twerking and dry humping to the stupid music blaring through the speakers.
Beer pong tables are set up along the foyer and long hallway leading to the kitchen, crowds of people standing around watching jacked-up jocks toss a tiny ball around.
The keg stands are the only thing that looks the least bit interesting, but I’m not keen on putting my mouth on a nozzle someone else slobbered all over.
Noise and heat permeate the house. I just want to find Chance, tell him who he belongs to and get him the fuck out of here.
“Found him,” Knox says, tipping a beer to his lips as he passes me a freshly opened bottle.
I take it and sip it, frowning as I look down at the label. What kind of pretentious college students buy fucking IPAs? I swear I hate these rich motherfuckers that act like they don’t know how to get a good old-fashioned beer.
Setting the beer down—sure someone will pick it up and chug it—I look around and ask, “Where?”
“By the stairs,” Knox says, then points with his beer-filled hand. “Chatting with some guy. Said to meet him upstairs in twenty minutes. Third floor, second room on the left.”
Knox is a stealthy bastard, even though he doesn’t look like he belongs here just as much as I don’t.
His eyeliner, painted nails, neat locs and piercings set him in a class I’m usually relegated to on my own.
But he’s always been able to blend in despite his appearance.
It took Bensotti so long to catch him tagging because he was able to fade into the background without any fuss.
My blood fucking boils that anyone thinks they can touch what’s mine. Chance belongs to me and no one, fucking no one, will touch him if it’s not me or Warren.
“Where did he go?” I growl, checking over the staircase and not seeing Chance.
I don’t even realize I moved until Knox grabs my arm, stopping me from climbing the stairs. “The guy went that way. Take a deep breath before you get kicked out and I have to stab whoever puts their hands on you.”
Glaring at him, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. If I find this guy without having my shit together, I’ll end up in cuffs.
Knox places a calming hand on my neck, rubbing over my pulse point. It’s not in a sexual way, it just brings me down when I’m flying too close to the murder sun.
“Good?” he asks when I take one more steadying breath.
“Yeah.”
“He’s over there. I’m out.” He daps me up and says, “Come by and see me again soon, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I repeat. “Thanks man.
He bleeds seamlessly into the crowd, no one giving him ample room because they’re afraid of him. Then again, Knox has an aura that’s pure sunshine. It’s only when he’s crossed that he loses his shit, knowing more ways to kill a man barehanded than most Navy Seals.
I follow the direction Knox pointed, finding a bathroom that most people don’t know is here.
I try the knob and find it locked, but that doesn’t deter me. I jimmy it open in no time, sliding into the bathroom just as the guy is washing his hands.
He’s cute, in that buttoned up way most rich frat boys are. Brown hair, dark eyes—the color I can’t really tell—and a happy disposition because the world is at his feet.
He meets my gaze in the mirror, confusion marring his expression. “Uh. Occupied.”
I roll my eyes and take a step toward him. He whirls around, backing up until he’s practically sitting on the sink. He glances over my shoulder, as if expecting someone to come in and save him.
Fucker should have thought about that before he touched what belongs to me.
“Listen, Donny,” I say, holding my hands in front of me as if in prayer.
“My name is Tyson,” he whines, still looking over my shoulder as if he has backup.
“Like I said, Donny,” I glare at him, daring him to correct me again. When he keeps his mouth shut, I continue. “You’re not going up to meet Chance. You’re actually going to get the fuck out of here. Because if I see your face again, I’ll fucking rearrange it. Got it?”
He furrows his brow. “What? No, you can’t do that. You don’t own him.”
Before I know what I’m doing, my hand is balled in his shirt, and I yank him closer until we’re practically nose to nose. “If you go up those stairs to try to fuck him, I will cut your dick off and feed it to you for fucking breakfast.”
Donny whimpers, struggling to get out of my hold.
“Fucking nod if you understand.” He nods quickly, his bottom lip trembling. “Now get the fuck out of here before I toss you out.” Dropping my voice, I lean in even closer. “Through a closed window.”
He wastes no time dashing out of the bathroom as soon as I let him go.
I think I handled that pretty well.
Sure he’s gone, I check myself in the mirror, then make my way up the stairs, following the directions Knox gave me.
When I get to Chance’s room, I pull in a deep breath before I push inside. It’ll be the first time we’ve been alone since that day in Florida. Any time I’ve seen him on campus—if he speaks—I keep shit short and he always has at least two people with him.
Now, it’ll just be me and him.
I plan to fucking devour Chance, so he doesn’t think about asking someone else to meet him in his room.
Pushing inside, I find him lying back on his bed, his feet still planted on the ground. One hand is thrown over his eyes, and he lets out a long sigh.
“Listen, Tyson,” he says, still not looking at me. “It’s not a good idea. I’m sorry. I’m…my head is fucked up, and I was just going to use you to get off. And that’s fucked up.”
Smirking, I say, “So you don’t want to use me?”
Chance sits up quickly, eyes wide as he stares at me. “Thorne. I…”
“Is that a no?”
He opens and closes his mouth, but eventually, he shakes his head.
“Good,” I mutter as I walk over to him. I get on my knees and touch his belt buckle. “How fucked up are you?”
“Not as fucked up as I want to be,” he replies. “Sobered up when I broke up with Felicity.”
“That was quick,” I say sarcastically.
He sneers, though it drops almost immediately. “Fuck you. I’ve been trying since we got back, but she made it hard.”
“I’m gonna make something hard now.” My joke was hella lame, but Chance still gives me a pity laugh.
“It won’t be that difficult.”
His erection is pressed against his zipper, and I haven’t even touched him yet.
Grinning, I decide to tease him, just a little. “You want me, Golden?”
He nods slowly, licking his lips as his gaze bounces from my eyes to my lips. “Yeah. I have since Florida.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? I would have gotten you off.”
He gives me a dry look. “Yeah, you were so eager to speak to me that you gave me your phone number before we left so I could hit you up for a booty call.”
I shrug, not wanting to admit he’s right. “You didn’t ask.”
“You didn’t offer.”
I hum, flicking his button open. “Now I am. Put my number in your phone.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull them down his thighs. My mouth waters when his thick cock comes into view, precum leaking down the tip.
“Fuck,” Chance groans, adjusting himself so he can get his pants all the way off.
“Still haven’t gotten that blowjob, have you?” I ask against his cock, watching it bob.
He shakes his head quickly, breathing rapidly as I get closer and closer to his shaft.
“Wait,” he says, and I look up at him with a raised eyebrow. His cheeks pinken as he says, “I had…someone was…he might…”
“No one is coming, Golden. I made sure of that.”
His eyes widen as he asks, “Did you scare him off?”
“Of course I did.” My voice is a growl as I say, “He doesn’t get to touch what’s mine.”
I surge up and capture his mouth, kissing him long and deep. Claiming, fucking owning. He tastes of tequila and sweet strawberries, the flavor exploding on my tongue.
Chance wraps his arms around me, holding me close as he follows my kiss, thrusting up to rub his naked cock against my chinos.
Placing my hand on his throat, I squeeze slightly, relishing the soft gasp he releases into my mouth.
“Now lie back, Golden. Let me taste you,” I say.
He whimpers and nods, putting his hands flat on the bed as I drop back to my knees. His brown eyes glow as he watches me.
Sticking out my tongue, I flick over his glans, lapping up the precum that’s leaking from him.
Chance hisses, then releases a shaky breath. “More please,” he whispers.
“I like you begging,” I murmur, then encircle my lips around his crown.
Pride fills my chest as he shouts his pleasure. I’m the first person to have him like this. He’s feeling good because of me.
No one else has given him this kind of pleasure and this isn’t the end. I plan to show Golden a whole new fucking world. Him and Warren, they’ll be mine and I’ll give them this kind of pleasure until they send me away.
They won’t send me away.
Chance threads his fingers through my hair as I slowly bob up and down on his fat cock, taking him down to the base.
“Oh god,” Chance moans, grinding into my face. Reaching up, I softly tug on his balls, pulling a surprised groan from him before he’s shooting into my mouth.
I gulp him down, sucking him through his release as his hands dig so hard into my hair a few strands are pulled loose.
When I’m sure he’s drained dry, I pull off his shaft, showing him the bit of his cum left on my tongue. Chance doesn’t hesitate to take my lips in a greedy kiss, swirling his tongue into my mouth to taste himself.
Oh yeah, I’m gonna have some fun with my little golden boy.
Breaking the kiss, I stand and adjust my hard dick in my pants. Chance watches greedily, then reaches for me. I grip both his hands in mine, shaking my head. “Nah, I’m good. The next time I cum,” I say, leaning down to nip his bottom lip, “I want it to be all over both your face and Warren’s.”
“Okay,” he whispers, though he looks skeptical that I’ll get our third. He shouldn’t worry, though. I always get what I want, and I want him and Warren in my bed, together so I can fuck them both senseless.
Kissing him one last time, I say, “Take my number.”
Chance chuckles as he grabs his phone, punching in the numbers I rattle off to him. “I’ll text you?” he asks, looking hopeful.
“If you don’t, I’ll come looking for you. I’m not sure you want to see me like that.”
His cheeks red from his shyness and his orgasm, he says, “Maybe I do.”
Chuckling, I leave, shutting the door tight behind me.
One down, one more to go.