“I’m not going to ask you again, Shelby.”
“Fine! Come on.” I led him towards the house, inwardly thrilled at his protective alpha instincts.
I opened the front door and looked around. The music was booming. A few guys were in a corner, drinking from a keg. None of them were Brian. Ann was in the other corner talking to someone I didn’t know. She hadn’t noticed that I’d come back into the party.
“I don’t see him. Let’s go.” I tugged on Sam’s arm.
Sam shook his head and pushed past me.
“Hey!” he said loudly. No one even looked at us. “Hey! Morons!” he said even louder. The three guys next to the keg looked over, frowns on their faces. “I’m looking for Brian.”
“Brian’s upstairs,” one of the guys nodded toward the staircase.
“Come on!” Sam marched forward.
I grabbed his arm. “I don’t think this is a—”
“It’s what I’m going to do, Shelby!” He marched up the stairs and reached the first door. He pushed it open. There was a guy on the bed, with a girl going down on him, “Are you fucking Brian?”
“What’s it to you?” Brian looked up through narrow eyes. The girl moved her face away from Brian’s cock. I giggled slightly as her eyes widened at the sight of Sam. Everyone who saw Sam was immediately turned on by him.
“You Brian?” Sam stepped forward.
“Yeah. What the fuck?” Brian sat up, looking from Sam to me. “Holy fuck! Who the shit is this dude? Is this why you don’t want to sit on my face?”
“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Sam grabbed Brian by his shirt and pulled him up off the bed.
“Hey, dude! I was just joking. Sorry. I didn’t mean to mess around with your…” he made a face, “daughter?”
“That’s not my fucking dad, Brian!” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s old enough to be!” Brian scoffed.
Sam looked hard at Brian. “Yeah, I might be old enough to be her dad, but I’m also old enough to know how to fuck her and make her come. What can you do, pretty boy?”
Brian’s face went pale. “I don’t want her anyways. You can have her, dude.”
“She’s mine! And if I ever hear you saying shit to her ever again, your life will not be worth living. You hear me?”
Brian nodded slightly.
Sam pushed him back onto the bed and then looked down at the girl, who was on her knees.
“Honey, you need to go home. This guy is not for you.”
“But I—”
“Go home!” he said.
The girl jumped up and ran out of the room. Brian looked annoyed.
“What the fuck, did you do that for, dude? She was sucking me off.”
“You don’t deserve any of these women. Grow up, asshole!” Sam shook his head. “Come on, Shelby. Let’s go!”
“Yeah. Shelby, go and ride your old man’s dick. I hope it’s not all wrinkly.”
I turned and looked back at Brian. “At least he’s got a dick that’s bigger than my pinky finger!” I replied.
Brian looked like he wanted to say something else, but Sam just glared at him and he pressed his lips together.
Sam grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the stairs. “Let’s go.”
“Was this really necessary?”
“Shelby? Not now!”
I pressed my lips together and followed him down the stairs. We left the party and then he turned to me, folding his arms across his chest. “I told you that this was not a good idea.”
“Whatever, Sam!”
“Don’t whatever me. Get in your car and follow me home.”
“Actually. I’m kind of tired. I want to—”
“Shelby!”
“Fine!” I opened the door to my car.
“Follow me right home,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir!”
He held his hand up, palm out. “This hand is willing and eager to give you so much pleasure tonight.”
“Really?” I said staring up at him, pressing my lips together. “Pleasure…or pain?”
“Honey, I’m going to take you to the top of the mountain. And you’re not going to know whether it’s pleasure or pain that you’re feeling. All you’re going to know is that you don’t want it to stop.”
I stared at him, my jaw dropping slightly, and he chuckled.
“Now start your engine and follow me home.”
He got into his Mustang, revved his engine, and headed out.
I turned my engine on and followed him. I thought about just going home, but I decided not to play any more games tonight. I was turned on and wanted him badly.
We were already both in over our heads, and I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to end well for either one of us, but I couldn’t stop myself. This was the most exciting, thrilling adventure I’d ever been on in my life.
And even though I hadn’t told Sam, I wasn’t planning on going to any more frat parties. I was totally done with those college guys. They meant nothing to me. Even if Sam and I didn’t last long, I wasn’t going back.
I needed a real man, a man who could take control. I needed a man that would lift me up and put me on his face, not beg me to sit on it. I needed a man who knew how to take charge.
And Sam was that man.
This was sexual napalm. I was playing with fire, and I knew I was going to get and I didn’t even care. All I wanted was to feel Sam’s big cock inside of me once again. And tonight, I was going to make that happen.
My phone rang. “Hello?”
“Just wanted to make sure you were still following me,” Sam said.
“I’m following you, Sam,”
“Good,” he snarled. “Touch yourself for me.”
“What?”
“Touch yourself.”
“Sam! I’m driving.”
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
“Fine!”
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“Yes…”
“See how wet you are?”
“Yes…” I whispered.
“Good. Don’t ever forget it. I turn you on more than anything.”
Chapter Twenty-One
We pulled up outside of Sam’s apartment complex, and I watched as he got out of his Mustang and walked toward my car.
“You can park right here,” he said as I rolled down the window.
“But this isn’t an official parking spot—”
“Leave your car here, Shelby,” he said. “Come on, get out.”
“But I don’t want to get towed or pay a ticket. What would my parents say?”
“You’re not going to get towed.” He looked impatient. “I’m going to give your keys to the valet.”
“Oh. Fancy,” I said.
He took my hand. “Come on, no more games. It’s been a long day.”
“I’m not interested in playing games, Sam. I just want to have some fun. I mean, that’s my MO, right?” He looked at me through narrowed eyes and didn’t say anything as we walked into the building. He handed the keys to the concierge who was standing at the front.