Chapter 11

chapter eleven

Zara

"Goosebumps"— HVME

A nother night, another party at the Kappa house. Still not my favorite place to be on a Saturday night, but Harper dragged me and Lily here tonight.

But tonight, Oliver and Davis are both in attendance, which means that I have to pretend like we haven't been sneaking around for the last few weeks behind my brother's back and having the best sex of my life.

Absolute torture seeing as how Davis looks so fucking hot standing across the living room in loose, faded jeans, a black baseball T-shirt stretched across his broad chest with a hat turned backward.

He's giving 2000s Heath Ledger, and my mouth is watering.

I bring the Solo cup to my lips and take a small sip, staring over the rim at Davis, dragging my gaze down his body.

God, I'm so horny for him it's ridiculous. No matter how many times we hook up and he does delicious, dirty things to my body, I still want more.

"Hate to break it you, babe, but you two are so obvious," Harper whispers matter-of-factly from beside me with a smirk. "I think the only person who doesn't see you making googly eyes at each other from across the room is Oliver."

My gaze whips to my best friend. "Not true. I'm just… admiring the view."

"Sorry, Zar, but that guy is staring at you like he's the big bad wolf and you're his next meal," Lily adds from my other side, agreeing with Harper.

I turn back toward Davis and find him looking directly at me, his eyes dark and hungry as they slip down my body, a lazy grin plastered on his pillowy lips. My skin hums as he does a slow perusal, pausing his gaze where my dress stops high on my thighs and imperceptibly shaking his head as he darts his tongue out and licks his lip.

I may have worn this dress knowing he'd be here tonight, just to tease him. And so when he finally gets his hands on me, it'll be my favorite, unhinged, absolutely filthy version of him.

Fine.

We're totally eye-fucking each other, but as long as my brother doesn't pick up on that little tidbit, then we're good.

"Have you seen him? It's not like I'm in control here. My vagina has a mind of her own, and the only thing she wants is him," I respond with a shrug, taking another sip of my drink. It's only my first, but the alcohol already has my limbs feeling loose and heavy, and now I want to dance. "Come dance with me."

We replenish our drinks and head to the dance floor, and I force myself to spend time with my girls and not look for Davis.

If there's one thing Kappa is good for aside from the free, cheap liquor, it's their playlists. Some places play lame shit, but they always have the good stuff.

"Cruel Summer" plays through the speakers, and we dance together, jumping up and down, swaying to the beat, giggling when Harper breaks out some ridiculous dance moves that are atrocious at best.

These are my favorite nights. The ones where we're all together, laughing, having the time of our lives. The nights I'll look back on when we graduate and all head off into the real world.

With my arms lifted in the air, I sway my hips to the beat, my eyes dropping closed as I lose myself in the music.

Suddenly, I feel the heat of a body behind me and an unfamiliar voice near my ear. "Damn, baby, you look hot as fuck in that dress." An arm snakes around my waist, hauling me backward, and when I glance behind me, I see a tall, blond guy who I don't know.

"Not interested, pal, sorry," I clip as I pull his arm off my waist and step away. But idiot stranger pulls me back, locking his arm back around my waist, holding me tightly against him.

"Don't fucking touch me."

I can smell the foul stench of alcohol on him, and even if he wasn't being a handsy asshole, the smell alone would be enough for me not to want to be anywhere in the vicinity of him.

Guys can be such dicks.

I'm whipping around to tell him to fuck right off when suddenly, he's gone, the smell of stale beer and cheap liquor lingering in the air between us. I turn and see Davis standing there, his jaw clenched so tightly it looks like it's going to snap.

His eyes are dark and full of fury as he uses both hands to shove idiot stranger backward, where he stumbles and topples to the floor. "She said don't fucking touch her. Got a hearing problem or just a drunk asshole problem?"

Holy. Fuck.

God, how is he even hotter right now? Violence doesn't normally do it for me, but a possessive, angry Davis absolutely does.

His chest is heaving as he stands between us, pushing me behind him with one big, shaking palm.

The drunk idiot on the ground raises his hands in surrender as he scrambles away from Davis, the crowd parting for the fight that's about to happen. I drag my gaze from him and scan the crowd for Oliver, thankfully not finding him anywhere.

"Hey, man, I didn't mean anything. I just wanted to dance with her," the guy stutters, and Davis takes a menacing step forward.

"Yeah, well, when a woman says don't fucking touch her, then you don't fucking touch her, dickhead."

I can feel the situation escalating by the second, palpable tension hanging in the air around us, so I step between them, sliding my palms along the smooth skin of Davis's biceps. His gaze darts down to me as he breathes heavily. I watch the muscle in his jaw ripple as he clenches his teeth together, his hands fisted tightly at his sides.

"Hey. Hey. Look at me," I say as I bring my hand to his jaw to cup it, sweeping my thumb along his jawline. "He's not worth it." His jaw clenches beneath my hand, and I continue to stroke his skin, rising on my tiptoes to place my lips as close to his ear as I can. He needs a distraction; I can feel the fury still rolling off him, and I have the perfect one. "If you could only feel how wet I am right now. I'm so hot for you right now, Davis Guidry."

A low chuckle vibrates from his chest, and I smirk, pulling back to gaze up at him. Finally, I feel his anger starting to disappear. He shoots one last murderous look at the guy behind me, but I guide his face back to me. "How about we go somewhere and I can show you just how much you being all possessive just turned me on?"

His eyes flare, and his lip curves up. "Meet me on the third floor. Last door to the right."

I nod and turn to head in that direction, but his hand catches mine, stopping me. "Bring my favorite lipstick, Trouble."

A shiver runs down my spine, and my nipples pebble as his words wash over me.

Unhinged, filthy Davis is here, and he's ready to play.

I wouldn't call myself obedient. Not by a long shot. I've always been the kind of girl who thrives on chaos, anarchy, defiance. It's in my blood.

That is until Davis Guidry.

I'm currently on my knees, my hands resting on his thighs as he stares down at me. Anticipation snakes heavily down my spine while my thighs are pressed tightly together, an attempt at dulling the steady ache inside my core.

"Good girl. You wore it," he rasps darkly, the rough pad of his thumb dragging along my lower lip and smearing his favorite lipstick. YSL Le Rouge, my signature color. The one he's been obsessed with since the night we met.

The throbbing in my clit intensifies with his praise, and I realize in this moment just how obedient I'd be for this man, in whatever he asked for.

"You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, Zara. My dick is already hard as fuck," he murmurs.

When I brush my fingers over his erection, he hisses and clenches his teeth, those tight muscles in his jaw working with the motion. After the fight that almost happened earlier, I can feel the adrenaline still coursing through him. The slightest tremble to his muscles as if he's holding on to a small, fraying thread of restraint.

I want it to break, letting out the man lurking beneath the surface.

A piece of him reserved only for me.

I'm so fucking hot for him that it feels as if I'm burning from the inside out. My skin is ablaze as he trails his fingers lower until he curves his palm around my throat, squeezing lightly.

In response, I flick the button of his jeans open and slowly drag the zipper down, holding his smoldering gaze. I grip his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs until his hold on my throat tightens, the pressure from his fingers intensifying until my heart begins to race.

"Take my cock out, Zara."

Heat floods my lower belly as I tug his briefs lower, inch by inch, freeing his straining cock. Thick and long, it's the perfect dick. Just the right amount of girth, with a thick vein running down the length.

My mouth actually waters, and I can't wait another second to have him in my mouth. Leaning forward, I circle the base and close my lips over the head, sucking just the tip.

A tease of what's to come.

The salty, musky taste of his precum floods my tongue, and I moan around him.

He groans, a deep, guttural noise from the back of his throat as he threads his fingers into my hair.

I don't dare close my eyes because there is nothing sexier than this man being overcome by pleasure.

Pleasure from me.

I've never felt so powerful in my life.

His eyes are dark and stormy, heavy with need, his lips parted as he watches me take him deeper into my mouth.

He's enchanted.

This is his fantasy, one that we've talked about in length, and I'm all too happy to give it to him.

It's one of my favorite things about what we're doing. That we're open and honest about what we want and the things that turn us on and get us off. It's been so much fun exploring things with him.

I let the head of his cock slip out of my mouth with a pop as I drag my tongue along the prominent vein from tip to root and back. His hand bracketing my throat tightens, and he groans, "Fuuuck, Zara. You have no idea how long I've wanted to see those pretty lips circling my cock, painting it red."

I bring my palm to his balls, cupping, rolling, tugging them lightly at the same time I suck him back into my mouth, taking him deep until he hits the back of my throat. Because I'm not blessed with a no-gag reflex, I choke around him, my eyes watering in the process.

His fingers thread into my hair roughly, guiding me up and down on his cock, his hips flexing as he fucks my throat in short, choppy movements, showing just how out of control he is tonight.

It's the absolute hottest moment of my life.

He's using my mouth, making me feel dirty in the best way, and I can't get enough.

Tears and saliva stream down my face when he thrusts deep, holding my mouth down on his cock as he grunts, "Put your fingers in your panties and rub your clit while I come down your throat."

I follow directions like the obedient girl I'm being tonight, dipping my fingers inside the waistband of my panties, finding my clit swollen and throbbing just from sucking his dick. My hips jolt when the pad of my finger brushes over it, and I circle my finger, trying not to pass out from the pleasure rippling through me.

"Fuck, look at you, Zara. On your knees, getting your face fucked. Smearing those red lips all over my cock like a good girl. I can't get enough."

Withdrawing, he slams his hips forward with a deep, guttural groan, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat again.

Pinching my clit between my fingers, I can't hold back the orgasm that shoots through me like a rocket, my hips shaking as I try to remain on my knees and not slide to the floor.

"Coming, baby. Fuckkkkk, I'm coming," Davis pants, holding the top of my head and my chin as he rocks his hips deep. I feel his warm cum sliding down my throat as he erupts, emptying every drop down my throat.

I swallow it down greedily, moaning from the overwhelming sensation of coming while having him fuck my mouth.

Jesus, that was hot. So hot that even after coming… I still want more.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth, watching the trail of saliva trail from my mouth, his eyes darkening.

"You are the hottest fucking creature alive. You did so well taking my cock," he praises, leaning forward and capturing my lips, uncaring that there are tears and smeared lipstick all over my face. If anything, I think it turns him on more. "Your turn. Take off your panties and get on the bed. I want to fucking drown in your pussy, Zara."