“The gentleman with the ice blue eyes.” She took a step back and met my glance. “Your Road Captain.”
“Of course. My fucking brother has to poop on everything fun.”
“Your brother?”
“Unfortunately. He’s such an ass.”
“Mine, too.” She emptied her glass. “I mean, I love him to bits, but I fucking hate him so much right now.”
“Dasher is awesome, but I kinda hate him, too, right now.”
“Screw you. I’m the only one allowed to hate Dasher.”
I laughed. “Well, he’s the only thing standing between your screwing me…well, my screwing you, so…”
“That is totally blunt and forward…and inappropriate.”
“Thought you liked blunt, forward and inappropriate. No? Next time I’ll go with smooth, shy and… Nope. Can’t even if I try.”
A giggle ripped from her throat. “Don’t know if it’s the gin, but I think you’re the least repugnant douchecannoli in this place.”
I’ll take that as a compliment.“And you have a very beautiful laugh. You should do that more often.”
She clipped her giggle. “Thank you, but you really should not say things like that to me.”
“What, I can’t compliment my teacher?”
“On her academic performance not on her laugh, but even that should be limited when she’s extremely horny and not sober, and you’re trying to hit on her.”
Did she say she was horny? I thought the smell of wet pussy was coming all the way from the house. Fuck. Now, I was hard.
“Oh my God. I shouldn’t have said that.” She tilted her head back, too far. Her feet spun around each other, and she lost balance, the glass shattering on the ground. I held the joint between my lips and saved her from tripping—again—my hands full of that fine ass. Fuck. I absently wondered about the things I would do with it, and my hands instinctively squeezed the globes.
“You can let go of my butt now.” Her low, cranky voice came from above. She was pissed off that my hands were still squeezing her ass, but I couldn’t make myself give a fuck. Along with her tits, that ass would be the star of my dirty as fuck fantasies from now on.
My hands spun her into my embrace and roamed up to her waist. Now, I was staring at the tops of her tits in that tight dress up close. Would she be mad if I squeezed those, too?
I smirked at her very annoyed, glazed eyes. “Can’t. You keep tripping. I have to keep holding you so you won’t fall on that perfect ass.”
“My ass isn’t perfect,” she whispered.
I pressed her to me so she would feel my erection. “Yes, it is.”
She gasped, our eyes meeting with flaming lust, and I swallowed. I bet I was having another episode because this was the act of a mad man; Dasher would kill me on the spot for this.
“I’m your teacher,” she said.
I groaned. “You gotta stop saying that. It makes me harder.”
She pulled deep breaths in and out that made me notice the hardening nipples that grazed my chest. “I think it will be so much better if you go back to your friends now, Mister Mad Dog.”
My cock pulsed in pain. “Fuck. You gotta stop saying that Mister thing, too.”
Her face scrunched and appeared just as confused as I was at the moment. “What?”
“It drives me and everybody here crazy.” Apparently, even crazier than what heavy blood did to me.
Her breath shivered on her lips, and I couldn’t think past the throbbing heartbeat in my throat and cock. My head bent forward, and my mouth parted craving a taste.
