Power Plays & Straight A's - Eden Finley Page 0,49
pull him against me. “You’re also forgetting a major frat party rite of passage.”
“Keg stands.”
“Nailed it.” I move closer. “Actually, I was thinking about the tradition of hooking up in an upstairs bedroom or bathroom.”
Zach’s cheeks flame red. “I-I’m not … I’m not having sex in someone else’s house.”
I fake shock. “Your mind is so dirty. I’m talking about making out.”
He looks like he doesn’t believe me.
“No sex in someone else’s house,” I say seriously.
“Thank you.”
We start walking again. We’re almost there now, and I can’t resist teasing him a little more.
“Question?”
“Mm?”
“Is a blowjob considered sex?”
He almost trips over his feet.
Luckily, I catch him.
Tonight is going to be so much fun.
His palm is sweaty in mine as I lead him up the path toward the Kappa house. I can’t help finding that cute too.
Maybe I have a corruption kink. Zach’s inexperience kinda does it for me, and I wonder if I should feel ashamed about that. I don’t, but I wonder if I should.
The music is deafening even before we step into the house.
His hand tightens on mine.
I’m immediately approached by a million different people trying to pull me in different directions, but I tell them all I’m gonna get a drink, and I’ll catch up with them later.
No one even acknowledges I’m with a guy. Some of the brothers in this frat are gay, so it’s not a big deal.
We bypass the makeshift dance floor spilling into the entryway and go into the kitchen toward the array of drinks.
“Looks like you have a choice of beer or soda. Or strong stuff if you’re really keen on the college experience.” I point to some liquor lined up along the counter.
Zach mutters something I can’t hear over the noise of the party.
Any excuse to get closer to him. “What?”
“Beer is fine,” he says louder.
We get our drinks, and I lead him down the hall to a living room with couches that have one too many bodies piled on them and where the music isn’t trying to burst our eardrums.
I pull Zach into a corner and lean against the wall.
He sips his drink and licks his lips, and I wonder how long I should be polite before dragging him upstairs.
“Okay,” I say and turn to the room. “How does this people-watching thing work?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do we just stand here and judge people for their poor decisions?”
Zach smiles. “No. I’m not that judgmental.”
Someone, clearly intoxicated, stumbles into the room and trips on who knows what, faceplanting into the ground.
“Not even for that?”
“My professional opinion would be one of two things there. He’s either intoxicated because it’s the thing you’re supposed to do and he’s trying to fit in, or he’s a momma’s boy with little penis issues.”
I snort my drink and cough.
He smiles and takes another sip.
“This is fun. Okay, over there.” I point to a guy and girl clearly flirting their asses off.
“Ugh. The usual mating ritual between hormonal college students. Nothing special going on there.”
“Mating ritual?” I ask.
“Here, I brought you a drink that is basically an offering of my penis.” His voice goes higher to mimic the girl. “Mm, penis drink. Thank you so much. You’re so generous.”
I blink at him. “Penis … drink.”
“They should just fuck already.”
We should just fuck already.
“Natural progression,” I agree. “Penis drink, fucking, walk of shame.”
“That seems to be the cultural expectation.” He gulps down the rest of the beer in his cup.
“So … was that my penis drink, and can I drag you upstairs yet?”
He tenses a little, but maybe his one beer was enough to take the edge off, because while he smiles at me nervously, he’s the one who takes my hand to lead me upstairs.
I ditch my drink and follow him.
He pushes his glasses up his nose and looks a little unsure once we reach the top of the stairs.
I wrap my arms around him from behind. “Bedrooms are to the left. Bathroom to the right.”
He hesitates before going right. “Bed might be too tempting, and I’m not going to break my own rule.”
The bathroom is empty, and as soon as I have the door closed and locked, I’m on him.
I cup his head, and our mouths collide.
He grunts.
My body vibrates with weeks of pent up need, but I have to remind myself to take this slow. I promised we’d make out and that’s all. After years of denying my attraction to him, I can hardly believe it’s Zach I’m making out with.