Yes, I do.
I grunt, mostly annoyed because my dick knows exactly what it wants and I can’t have it.
“Come on,” he urges, and I bob about slightly to the beat.
He laughs.
“I’m not gonna do it if you’re gonna laugh.” But I notice I’m about to crack a smile.
“I won’t laugh. Just think about how much you want my ass.”
“Like you don’t want my dick?”
“Oh, I want your dick. And when I get it, you better be prepared to make me remember it.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Talk is cheap.”
This chemistry between us is fire, and I want to be consumed by it.
He gets right in my face, his lips centimeters from mine, sporting that classic Dax Armstrong smirk. Those fucking kissable lips are so close, so damn inviting. I may have a weird thing about not kissing friends, but good thing is, Dax isn’t really a friend.
Tempted as I am, I’m patient. I don’t want to just mess around with Dax. I want to tease and entice him. I want to toy with him the way he’s toying with me, so I keep dancing, being slightly more dramatic as I sway with the music. Dax doesn’t make fun of me this time, and I steadily relax. A few of my former Omega Psi housemates are looking my way, surely thinking I’m ridiculous. But fuck them. I can have some fun too.
As the song goes on, I throw my ego out the window, even get a little goofy, until Dax and I are in a competition to see who can do the silliest moves.
Suddenly, he turns and starts off again. The tightness in my chest returns, but then he spins back around and waves for me to follow. Those invisible strings get me once again, and I head through the crowd, tailing him into the hall.
12
Dax
Who would havethought I’d get Miles Tanner dancing with me in the middle of a party?
I can see it, the part of him that wants to let loose, to have fun, but it’s almost like he doesn’t know how. He’s got himself locked up tight, the walls around him tall and almost impenetrable. I’ve never been the type to want to break through someone’s self-imposed cage, never cared to take the time to tear down their walls brick by brick, but I’ve realized I want to do that with Miles. I want to make him smile, laugh, come, over and over again. But more than that, I want to find a way to make him happy because I’m not sure anyone has ever taken the time to try and make Miles happy before. It’s my goal to be the one who does it for him.
I glance over my shoulder and see he’s still following me, down the hallway and to the stairs. He doesn’t try to catch up, watching and following me like he did the night he helped me home, only this time I know he’s there. I try one of the first rooms upstairs, but there’s a threesome on the bed, while a group of guys smoke weed and play video games. That won’t do. Why couldn’t the party have been at our frat tonight? I could have taken him to my room.
As I reach the last room, a guy and a girl walk out. He holds his fist up and says, “You’re up, bro,” with a sloppy grin.
“Thanks, man.” I slip inside, Miles right behind me. He doesn’t have his beer with him anymore. “Look what we have here…an empty room.” I click the lock. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
I swear his eyes blaze with heat, fast and potent, the fire growing inside me too. I’m already at a half-chub just from how we were dancing, but the intense want in Miles’s blue eyes makes my blood pump harder, and it’s all heading to one place.
“Been thinking about your hole all night.” He takes a slow step toward me, then another, like a predator stalking his prey.
“It’s a really good hole. Nice and tight.” I head toward the window. There’s about half a foot of space in front of the window, beside a desk that’s pushed up against it. I settle beside the desk, looking out at everyone partying in the backyard below, my ass pressed out, just letting him look, pretending I’m not dying to hear what he’ll say next. Something about Miles is exciting, and turning someone like him on so much is an unexpected rush I want to keep feeling. He seems like he doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone, so I didn’t expect him to be this passionate when it comes to sex, but he is, and that pushes all my fucking buttons.
He doesn’t stop moving until he’s right behind me. Miles places his hand on my hip, tugging my ass closer. His thick, fat cock is hard against my ass, and I have to fight myself not to rub against him. I’m trying to be patient.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I shiver as Miles’s breath brushes my cheek, his teeth nipping into my lobe.
“But I also told you I wanted you to suck me off next time. That wouldn’t be very nice of you not to fulfill my desire.”
His fingers dance up and down my torso. I bite back my moan, not ready to let him know how much he’s getting to me, how much my dick is already aching, my hole begging for his attention.
“Now, come on, Dax. I never claimed to be nice.” He slips his fingers up my torso, and I can’t stop myself from giving him a hungry sound, from pushing my ass against his dick. I’m pressed against the window, wondering if anyone can see us, if anyone will look up and know that Miles Tanner is behind me, making me tremble with need. “Dance on my dick again. Let me see what you can do.”
