My head is getting dizzy, and suddenly, the room begins to spin. I close my eyes while I try to cling to the sweet moment just before an orgasm, but Troy’s caresses are merciless, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I lose the battle against my body. I yank his hair and cry out as I attempt to ride the wave of pleasure without collapsing to the floor.
My body is still shaking when Troy unfurls from his kneeling position, picks me up, and almost runs to my bed. A moment later, he’s inside me, fucking me so hard that I begin to see stars again in a matter of minutes.
42
TROY
It was almost impossible to leave the house. When Charlie walked down the stairs, wearing her LARP costume, I couldn’t control myself. I dragged her to the couch and begged her to ride me. Now I’m about to park in front of Andreas’s building and I’m sporting another boner. All it took was a glimpse of Charlie’s golden leg peeking out from the slit in her skirt.
“Ready?” I ask in a gruff voice.
“Yeah.” Her eyes drop to my crotch. “Oh, babe. Again? Did you accidentally take Viagra?”
“No, that’s all you, darling, and that dress.”
She glances outside where a few people wearing costumes are walking in and out of the building. The whole campus is one big Halloween party.
“I could help you out.” She reaches for my zipper.
“Oh my God, Charlie. I love you.”
Her hand stops, her eyes rounding as she stares at me. Neither of us speaks for a moment. I don’t dare to breathe.
What the hell did I just do?
“You love me?” she asks, breaking the silence.
“Hmm.” I rub the back of my neck, tongue-tied all of a sudden. How fucking ironic.
“Troy?”
I look away, leaning my head against the car seat. “Fuck. I swore I wouldn’t open my big mouth. Please don’t get weird on me.”
She reaches for my hand. “Why would I do that? I mean, my hands are magical. They get guys to tell me they love me all the time.”
There’s humor in her tone, but even so, her comment triggers my jealousy. Frowning, I turn to her. “Please don’t say that, not even as a joke.”
She leans across the gap and kisses me softly on the lips.
“You’re going to ruin your makeup,” I whisper.
“I don’t care.” She eases off and stares into my eyes. “Were you scared to confess your feelings to me?”
“Afraid I would freak you out? Yeah.” I run a hand through my hair. “This is all new to me. I’ve never felt this way before. Unsteady, unraveled.”
“I feel the same way,” she murmurs.
“You do?”
She nods. “I think I’ve spent the past few weeks equal parts terrified and ecstatic. When I look at you, it almost hurts, like a sweet agony. You rob me of air, Troy.”
My heart skips a beat. She might not have said “I love you”, but fuck if that doesn’t come close enough.
I reach behind her head, tangling my fingers in her hair. Then I lean closer but stop short of kissing her, remembering the reason I can’t. “Damn it. Curse my stupid idea to wear skull paint on my face tonight.”
A loud knock on Charlie’s window makes her jump back and shriek. Paris is outside, grinning like a maniac.
“Holy shit.” She places a hand on her chest.
“Come on, Troy. Save sex in the car for the way back home,” the idiot shouts.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Let me guess. That’s Paris.”
“Yep, that’s him.” I pat her thigh. “Come on. We’d better go before more people start to think we’re doing what he said we were.”
I get out of the car first, sprinting to circle around it and help Charlie out. Paris and his date are waiting for us by the curb. After introductions are made, we walk together to Andreas and Danny’s apartment. Even before we reach the front door, we can hear the loud music echoing in the hallway. This isn’t a dorm building, but because it’s on campus property, most of the residents are students at Rushmore.
Paris and his date enter the party first, but just as Charlie and I are about to cross the threshold, she grabs my arm. “Oh no. We forgot the head.”
“No we didn’t, babe. While you were getting ready, I dropped it off. Danny is in the know. He’ll place the head in the fridge and signal us.”
“I wish Fred were here to see this.”
“I’d have invited him if Andy didn’t have an issue with your friend,” I say.
“I know.”
She takes my hand, and we head inside.
Twenty minutes after we arrive at the party, Danny gives us the two-thumbs-up signal. The place is full but not completely packed to the gills. But most importantly, Andreas isn’t drunk out of his mind yet. We want him lucid for this.
“Hey, Andy, we’re out of Perrier,” I say.
“There’s more in the fridge,” Danny pipes up from the other side of the counter.
Charlie gets her camera ready.
Andreas turns to the fridge. “You and your fucking Perrier, Troy. I swear to Go—” He jumps back, almost falling on his ass. “Motherfucker. Jane!”
I move closer, getting a prime view of Andreas’s panicked face. I bet he looks ashen under his makeup.
“What’s Andy freaking out about?” Paris pushes him out of the way. “Holy crap. That’s freaky.” He pulls the prop from the fridge. “Dude, is this your sister?”
I flatten my lips, trying not to laugh. Now that I got used to the sight of Jane’s severed head, it doesn’t bother me as much anymore.
“It sure is,” Charlie replies for me. “Hey, Andreas. Say cheese.” She points the camera at him and takes several pictures.
Still stunned, he doesn’t lash out at Charlie like I thought he might. Instead, he turns to me, wide-eyed. “What the hell, Troy? That was a sick joke. I’ll have nightmares for days. I need a drink.” Fumbling through the kitchen, he opens several cabinets until he finds a bottle of Patrón, something he usually hides at parties. He might come from money, but he’s stingy as fuck.
Charlie walks over to me, giggling. “Oh my God. That was so epic.”
“Did you get everything, babe?”
“Oh yeah. I got the moment on video and then several pictures. Man, Jane is going to love this.”
I watch Charlie text my sister, keeping a goofy smile on my face. The crazy feeling in my chest seems to expand. The words Charlie told me in the car make total sense. It’s a sweet agony to stare at her and keep my hands to myself when all I want to do is kiss and love her.
Man, I have it bad.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her back flush to my chest. Leaning close to her ear, I whisper, “I wouldn’t mind going home now and having my wicked way with you.”
“Troy, we just got here,” she replies feebly.
I bite her earlobe. “So? We pranked Andy. That was the highlight of the party.”
“When you put it that way,” she whispers, leaning against me. “I have to use the restroom first.”