“Fuck me,” I muttered, attempting to shake my head free of the images.
Shaking my head after chugging several shots only made me dizzy, though. It didn’t stop my imagination or the need that had been consuming me. I wondered how her blushing pussy tasted, swollen and dripping with arousal.
I imagined sucking on her clit as she shook with pleasure. Something told me that she’d be insatiable once she learned what she’d been missing. I bet she was the kind who would slide her panties to the side just so she could get fucked as fast as possible, the kind that didn’t even care if she got off or not, as long as she had someone moving inside her.
“Fuck it,” I said, pushing myself up from the bed.
Keeping the bottle of booze in my hand, I moved into the bathroom and stripped down for a shower. As the space filled with steam, I had a seat on the bench. The bottle in one hand, my cock in the other. I rested my head back against the wall and closed my eyes as I started working myself from root to tip.
Every inch began to tingle as I imagined her walking into my bathroom, finding me jacking off, and stripping down to join me. I wet my lips before pulling her onto my lap. She’d straddle me as I buried my tongue in her throat. I’d use my fingers at first, making sure she was nice and stretched for me. Then I’d let her slide down every inch of my cock that she could handle, slowly working more and more into her until she was fully seated.
I let out a soft groan as I came with the image in the forefront of my mind.
My head fell back against the tiles, and I pressed the bottle of alcohol back to my lips.
I really was pretty fucking broken.
TWENTY-ONE
SASHA
“Well, look who it is,” Addison said as I approached the group at Rivermen’s Tropical Getaway. The place was neither tropical nor a getaway. It was nothing more than a small bar near campus where everyone went for cheap drinks. String lights were hanging from the ceiling, and neon paper palm trees were taped to the walls.
“I thought you were done with us?” Parker asked when I flopped down in the booth beside her.
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that I was done hanging with you guys. I just meant that I was done drinking with you guys,” I clarified.
“Oh, so you’re not drinking tonight?” Addison confirmed.
I grinned and rolled my eyes.
“Well, not that much,” I replied, already reaching for the pitcher of beer in the center of the table. I promised myself I’d socially drink and not get wasted again.
The three of us laughed.
“So, where are the guys?” I brought my glass to my lips and took a sip of the lukewarm beer.
“Trevor and Lance are supposed to meet us here soon,” Addison answered, glancing toward Parker.
I turned my head to look at her. “And what about your football star?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Eww, I’m so done with him. On to bigger and better things.” She grinned, and Addison cheered.
I figured there was a story there somewhere, but I didn’t want to pry, so I just took another sip, figuring she’d volunteer information if I didn’t ask for it.
She didn’t.
“So,” Addison said, getting both of our attention as she dug something from her purse that was in the seat beside her. She pulled out a hardback notebook and flipped it open. “We need to start planning our New Year’s Eve. Don’t you think?”
“New Year’s? That’s months away.” I couldn’t believe that anyone wanted to start planning a New Year’s party before it was even Halloween.
“Exactly. Only a few months. You can’t have an epic party without planning it. We need entertainment, food, drinks, theme,” she said, ticking the items off on her fingers.
“Isn’t New Year’s a theme all on its own?” I asked, confused.
“I mean… it can be. But it would be so much more fun if we had a theme.”
“Like?”
