This is gonna be a fun night.
“To superheroes.” I raise my Solo cup, ready to wrap up this debate and move on to something else.
“Whatever,” he mumbles with a grin, and we tap our cups together, then down the brew.
It’s a little warmer than I like and I’m about ready to get a cold refill, but before I do… he’s giving me some sexy eyes, andafter our flirt-a-thon, I wouldn’t mind tasting those beer-stained lips.
“C’mere.” I fist his shirt and drag him toward me, sinking against his smile.
His tongue meets mine, swiping into my mouth and tasting delicious, so I move a step closer.
His arm wraps around my waist, strong and secure. This is fun. I love a good, flirty kiss. A little make-out sesh at a party is good for the body.
I occasionally take things further. I had the odd hookup last year, but I prefer kissing and a little petting, then walking away. Sex kind of complicates things, and I’m pretty good at looking after myself in that department. I don’t need a guy to be fumbling around down there. Between me and my vibrator, we’ve got a good thing going, so I’m happy to keep things light at a party, but I really don’t need to take the sexy times any further than that.
Which is why I pull away from the kiss, smile at my party buddy, and ask, “Want another beer?”
“I want you more.” His voice is a husky growl, and he tugs me toward him, cupping the back of my head and kissing me again.
This one feels different—more aggressive, more demanding.
I go with it for a second, but it doesn’t take long to realize that I’ve just switched out of the driver’s seat, and I don’t know how comfortable I am letting him control the narrative here.
When his hand palms my ass and he thrusts his hard dick into my pelvis, I can tell that this guy is a hungry bear and wants way more than I’m willing to give tonight.
Bummer.
I was hoping to spend the party hanging out with him.
But now…
Grabbing his wrist, I pull it off my butt cheek and lean away from the kiss.
“I was just after a few hot kisses here, buddy. I’m not about to spread eagle. I barely know you.”
“Come on. You’ve been leading me on all night. You know you want this.”
“Actually… I just wanted to play a little tongue twister. Can’t a kiss just be a kiss?”
His face puckers into a confused frown and he shakes his head with a snicker, reaching for my ass again.
“Uh… no.” I step back, pushing on his chest. “I’m serious. I just wanted to make out with you, not jump your bones.”
“Yeah right. You’ve been in heat since the second we locked eyes.”
Oh, he didnotjust say that.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Excuse me?”
“You brought me a beer, we’ve been flirting for the last couple of hours, and then you kissed me. Now you’re saying you don’t want it?”
I let out a harsh laugh and cross my arms. “I wanted a kiss. I was more than happy to make out with you, but that doesn’t mean we have to end up screwing in some upstairs bedroom.”
“So, you’re a dick tease, then.” He flicks his hand at me. “Typical girl. Putting out all the signals, then pulling back when it actually matters.”
Okay, this guy is starting to piss me off.
I am not sometypicalgirl—whatever the fuck that means.
