I stand there frozen in the middle of a crowded house party, a beautiful girl grinding against me, and all I can think is how wrong this feels and how right something else suddenly, terrifyingly does.
My dick perks up.
Not just a little perk. Nope, that would be something I could handle. Instead all my blood rushes south and my cock thickens in my jeans at a rapid rate. I swear I almost feel dizzy with the way my entire body lights up and my dick throbs and begs for attention.
And then Sabrina makes this weird, low moaning sound and leans closer, breath hot on my neck with a direct, pointed, very intentional question. “Wanna go upstairs?”
I clear my throat, and my gaze involuntarily flicks back toward Jacob.
And suddenly, without explanation, I’m fucking furious.
Not at Sabrina. She’s just being Sabrina, doing exactly what she always does and expecting my compliance like usual. No, I’m fucking furious as how I’m reacting.
I don’t even think before I speak.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Sabrina in a clipped as fuck tone.
She huffs out this quick, annoyed exhale, but I don’t care.
I don’t fucking care.
I brush past her and start weaving through the crowd with this single mission:get outside. Fresh air. Now.
Because if I don’t get outside I am very likely to do something unreasonable.
Like punch a wall.
Or maybe some fucking dude in a goddamn backwards baseball cap.
I burst out onto the porch and I just stand there with my hands braced on the railing, trying to get my heartbeat to settle down fromnuclear launchtoslightly elevated but survivable.
Behind me there’s muffled party noise, music, and laughter. In front of me, quiet.
I inhale slow and deep. For a second it really help calm my nerves and my racing heartbeat.
Just a second.
“You okay? You rushed out of there.”
The voice cuts through the cold night air like a knife and before I even process it, I spin around so fast it feels like my head might snap off my shoulders.
Jacob stands there, flushed from the party heat, and eyes wide beneath that soft glow of porch light. Or maybe he’s flushed and sweaty from grinding his ass back against some other mans cock.
And I’m suddenly furious. I’m so fucking jealous and frantic and turned on it feels like I’m vibrating on the inside.
I stalk toward him, boots thudding on the deck boards like I’m a predator pacing its territory. My breath comes out in sharp bursts I can’t control. My jaw is set so tight it hurts. And my voice, when it comes, is low and rough and unfiltered.
“What are you fucking doing to me?” I hiss.
Jacob’s eyes go even wider and his cheeks flush that beautiful red I’m becoming obsessed with.
“I-” he starts, voice kind of caught in his chest. He cuts off his words and just stands there staring at me while his chest puffs up and down with shallow breaths. His wide eyes keep flicking between mine.
I don’t know whether his eyes are wide with concern for my weird as fuck outburst or whether they’re wide because he’s genuinely confused about what I’m saying.
I hate that my brain won’t shut up.
I hate that my pulse is still racing.
