Frat Boy Fever

Chapter 1: Midnight Sparks

The frat house pulsed with life, a chaotic symphony of laughter, clinking bottles, and thumping bass. I was mid-conversation with my crew—Jessica, Kate, Liv, and Thomas—when Harry, the infuriatingly hot frat boy with a reputation for trouble, grabbed my arm without so much as a ‘hey.’ My friends’ reactions were instant: Thomas rolled his eyes, Jessica cackled, and Kate and Liv smirked like they knew something I didn’t. I shot them a confused glare as Harry dragged me through the crowded foyer, parting the sea of drunk co-eds like some kind of campus god.

We wove through the dining room, just as packed as the rest of the house, until we hit the hallway leading to his room. My patience snapped. I yanked my arm free, planting my feet. 'What the hell, Harry?' I demanded, brows knitted tight.

He turned, green eyes blazing with something I couldn’t quite place. 'Y’making me crazy,' he muttered, echoing the same desperate words he’d breathed into me yesterday after that stolen kiss. I squinted, even more confused.

'So you’re just gonna drag me to your room and fuck me?' I shot back, crossing my arms.

His brows shot up, mirroring mine. 'What the— no, that’s not it,' he stammered, looking genuinely thrown.

'Sure, whatever,' I scoffed, rolling my eyes. 'You’re the most confusing guy I’ve ever met!' I threw my hands up, frustration boiling over. 'I told you I don’t like James, that Thomas is just my best friend, yet you get all weird and jealous. Yesterday, you kissed me, then acted like nothing happened. I don’t do this, H. I don’t do frat parties, I don’t talk to guys, and I definitely don’t have this stupid, horny tension with some stupid hot frat boy sending me mixed fucking signals!'

Harry stared, brows still furrowed, as I unloaded every tangled thought I’d been wrestling with since we met. I sighed, leaning against the wall, and took a long sip of my vodka mix, breaking eye contact to glance at the rowdy crowd shouting nearby. The party was in full swing, and so was my racing heart.

Then I heard him chuckle. My eyes snapped back to his, catching that infuriating, dimpled smile. 'What?' I snapped, licking the vodka off my lips.

'I don’t really do this either,' he said with a lopsided grin, shrugging. My brows creased deeper as he stepped closer. 'I don’t talk to girls—they talk to me. I don’t go bloody mad seeing a girl with another guy. I fucking like you, little bird, and I don’t know how to do this.'

I couldn’t help but laugh at the mess we were. His smile widened, dimples popping, and he closed the distance, hands resting on my hips, his body nearly pressed to mine. I draped my arms over his shoulders, still clutching my drink. 'We’re kinda a disaster, huh?' I said.

'Pretty much,' he grinned.

'Okay,' I breathed, matching his smile. 'Now shut up and kiss me.'

'That, I can do,' he smirked. I barely had time to roll my eyes at his cheesy line before his lips brushed mine. Unlike yesterday, his mouth tasted of tequila from the shots he’d dared me into earlier. His lips were soft, his hands rough, and the kiss left me dizzy, just like before.

Then, like a switch flipped, he pressed harder into me, hands gripping my hips tight. Lust ignited, his tongue swiping over mine, and I pulled back, panting, trying to catch my breath. My eyes fluttered open after a beat. 'It’s barely past midnight,' I whispered. 'Should we slow down, enjoy the party?'

'Should we?' he murmured, lips grazing my ear, kissing the sensitive spot just behind it. A shaky sigh escaped me as my free hand slid to the back of his head. His touch was intoxicating. 'Hmm,' I hummed, bliss washing over me.

Harry found my lips again, pressing even closer. My foggy, horny brain sharpened as I felt the hard bulge through his jeans, undeniable and impressive. My breath hitched at the thought of that cock inside me. My free hand trailed down his chest, slow and teasing, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. I stopped at the band of his briefs, smirking as I felt him twitch beneath the fabric.

He pushed forward, pinning me to the wall, his mouth by my ear. 'Driving me right mad, little bird,' he hissed through clenched teeth.

'Am I?' I teased, running my tongue over my front teeth as his eyes locked on mine. 'Can feel how big you are,' I whispered.

'Fuck,' he cursed under his breath, head dropping. 'Think yeh can handle me?'

'Know I can,' I fired back, quick and confident.

His lips crashed into mine again, and I didn’t care anymore. I dropped my drink, the glass clattering to the floor, and gripped the back of his head. More than anything, I wanted to wrap my legs around him, drag him to his room, and ditch the idea of slowing down. My pussy was already wet, dripping with anticipation, and I could feel the heat of his hard cock pressing against me through our clothes. Our bodies were sweating, the tension unbearable, as we stood on the edge of something explosive.