Chapter 1: Party Heat
The frat house pulsed with life, a chaotic symphony of bass and laughter, as I stood among my friends, sipping a vodka mix that burned just right. Then, like a storm breaking, Harry appeared. His grip on my arm was firm, almost possessive, as he yanked me away from Jessica’s cackling and Kate’s knowing smirk. I shot a confused glance back at Thomas, who just rolled his eyes, while Harry dragged me through the crowded foyer like he owned the damn place.
The sea of bodies parted for him, frat king in his prime, as we navigated the packed dining room and into a quieter hallway leading to his room. My patience snapped. I jerked my arm free, glaring at him. 'What the hell, Harry?' I demanded, brows knitting tight.
He turned, green eyes blazing with something wild. 'Y’making me crazy,' he growled, echoing the words he’d breathed into me after that stolen kiss yesterday. I squinted, utterly baffled.
'So, what? You’re just gonna drag me to your room and fuck me?' I shot back, crossing my arms.
Harry’s brows shot up, mirroring mine. 'What the— no, that’s not it,' he stammered, almost offended.
'Sure, whatever,' I muttered, rolling my eyes. 'You’re the most confusing guy I’ve ever met!' My voice spiked, hands flailing. 'I told you I don’t like James, that Thomas is just my best friend, yet you get all weird and jealous. Then you kiss me like it’s nothing and act like it didn’t happen. I don’t do this, H. I don’t do frat parties or stupid tension with stupid hot frat guys who send mixed fucking signals!'
He stared at me, jaw tight, as I ranted out every tangled thought since the day we met. I sighed, leaning against the wall, and took a long sip of my drink, breaking eye contact to glance at the rowdy crowd shouting nearby. Then I heard him chuckle. My eyes snapped back to his—dimples popping, a lopsided grin that made my stomach flip.
'What?' I snapped, licking the vodka off my lips.
'I don’t really do this either,' he admitted with a shrug. My brows creased deeper. '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 how messed up we both were. His smile widened, and he stepped closer, hands settling on my hips, his body nearly pressed to mine. I draped my arms over his shoulders, drink still in hand. 'We’re kinda a mess, hey?' I teased.
'Pretty much,' he grinned.
'Okay,' I breathed, matching his smile. 'Now shut up and kiss me.'
'That, I can do,' he smirked, and before I could roll my eyes at his cheesy line, his lips brushed mine. The taste of tequila lingered from earlier shots, his mouth soft but his hands rough, sending my head spinning. Then, like a switch flipped, he pressed harder into me, hands gripping my hips tight. Lust ignited, his tongue swiping over mine, and I felt the heat pooling low in my belly.
I pulled back, panting, eyes fluttering open. 'It’s barely past midnight,' I gasped. 'Should we slow down, enjoy the party?'
'Should we?' he whispered, lips grazing my ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it. A shaky sigh escaped me as my free hand slid to the back of his head. It was intoxicating—his mouth on my skin.
'Hmm,' I hummed, bliss washing over me. He found my lips again, pressing even closer. My foggy, horny brain sharpened as I felt it—the bulge straining through his briefs, hard and undeniable, even through the layers between us. 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.
Harry broke the kiss, a deep breath escaping him as he pinned me against the wall, mouth by my ear. 'Driving me right mad, little bird,' he hissed through clenched teeth.
'Am I?' I teased, tongue grazing my front teeth as his eyes locked on mine. 'Can feel how big you are,' I whispered, voice barely audible.
'Fuck,' he cursed under his breath, head dropping. 'Think yeh can handle me?'
'Know I can,' I fired back without hesitation.
His lips crashed into mine again, and I didn’t care about anything else as I dropped my drink to the floor with a clatter, both hands now gripping the back of his head. More than anything, I wanted to wrap my legs around him, feel that hard length against my wet, aching pussy, and ditch any idea of slowing down. My body was dripping with need, ready to drag him into his room and let him take me right there—until a throat cleared behind us.
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